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 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Semicolon
Hey mom-dad, listen.
Hit me, hate me, throw me out,
But don't shut me up.
My dear mom, my dear dad,
Please listen to me talk.
You're the place where I can unveil myself and be true to who I am.
You're the place where I can pour my heart out and expect to be heard.
You're the place I want to spend my life talking and being heard.
Please don't tell me to shut up
Because I talk too much,
Because no one likes what I speak,
Because I talk *******,
Because no one would listen to me,
Because I need to stay silent sometimes,
Because nobody likes the stories I have to tell,
Please don't tell me to shut up,
Just because that's what I need to do.
Listen to me.
Please.
(haikus)


Cold night by the swamp,
faint moon hides troubled whirlpools
wind roars...reeds bend low...

not far from swamp glow
owl struts on branch, and hoots on,
dogs howl.......wings flap close

hot fear flickers, this
september's dark friday night,
shadow's drenched with sweat


Sally

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    September 7, 2018
First Friday,  September 7, 2018
 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Jen
Waterfalls
 Sep 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Jen
Waterfalls
Are
A Magnificent
Force of Nature,
Formed over
Softness,
And Hard rock-
Creating
New life,
And it
Flows down
And continues
All the time.

There is
A mysticism
That surrounds-
Standing
Behind
It as it
Rushes down
To the bottom;
And wouldn’t
It be surreal;
And, I wonder
What it would
Be like to be
That water
In another life,
Becoming alive
In another form,
Resplendence,
Shining
Forever.

The wind
Carrying
You,
In this life
And the next one...

Don’t be afraid,
I dreamed this.
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