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  May 2017 solEmn oaSis
Sally A Bayan
I don't know why headless gargoyles
suddenly came to my mind
they terrified me then and now
it made me ask myself, why...how,
some people see beauty in them
...when to me, they look utterly scary...
i wondered about Venus de Milo,
why show an almost **** gorgeous body, with
no arms....could there be beauty in cut arms?
why do i dwell on these things.......when
there's nothing heroic about these two?

i should be grateful, for yesterday's
family bonding with someone who retired
from the navy...for talks about experiences,
government, hiroshima, and nuclear bombs,
moments of reminiscing, strumming and
jamming...sharing good food and laughter.
i did thank God.....

today is labor day...and images of years back,
thoughts of fearful days come back.
i watched past violent rallies on tv...saw some
kinds of marchers, those with unfocused eyes
ready to die....those faithless ones, with their
own agenda, disregading innocent victims.
in every protest march...not all participants,
share the same cause...some are users,
some are blinded by their lost causes...not
all those honored did heroic acts, and deserve
sweet praises, folded flags and gun salutes...
not all heroes......are true heroes....
my heart goes out to those real heroes.

Sally

Copyright May 1, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  May 2017 solEmn oaSis
ryn
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    Memories
    are like
     footprints
        in the sand.

         They tell...
          In so many
          fragmented
          tales,
         where you
         came from.

        How far
       you've walked.
       How lightly
       you've trodden.
        And how hard
         you've dug
          your toes
            in deep.

             But...
             Unlike
              footprints,
            memories
           don't get
           washed away
            so easily
             by the tide.


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solEmn oaSis May 2017
winter of perturbation
spring of emotion
summer get away
fall from blue sky

we started with love
then swayed by lust
gradually severed by lies
finally we EnD up losing

But that is not how my 90th poem goes
nevertheless if only I ain't got no foes
however for whatever reasons
this one will go slow for all seasons

Because often times
I used to look like this
I say what I think
specially thru my ink

those figures of speech
chase by waves on the beach
that bounces back on the seashore of my poetry
which went to the distance in between of your scissors' story

fall,summer,spring and winter
no matter how my rhymes floats wilder
my heart and soul will never sink in reading your own masterpiece too
as a matter of fact,,no climate change has been exhausted for times two

Yes! Back at one... i will start all over again
until the sun rays that i may regain
would pay the price i owe for dreaming
that one day, i could simply write a melody w/out hesitating!

I might not be a musician
that can compose a magic
just like the performance of a magician
but for sure.. i shall return being poetic

symbolically or literally speaking my rhythm
Hence I've got to pursue my desperate hymn
now that i'm on in my 90th poem, no clues should be frustratED
whereas I Am actually out of the blue and brand new delightED
my tribute to all laborer
happy labor day to All Filipinos
also to all people abroad,
here in Philippines is celebrating holiday
called... Kilusang Mayo Uno
solEmn oaSis Apr 2017
hindi siya isang pintor
at ni hindi rin isang iskultor
ngunit nais na niyang maipinta
sa tulong ng mahiwagang tinta
yaong sa kanya'y humihimok
:mga kulay at puno sa diwa niya'y nakalilok!
Maging ang napakatayog na bundok
aakyatin niya hanggang mayapakan iyong rurok
at muli doon sa ibabaw
kanya pa ring isisigaw
ang mga pasaring ng kanyang abot-tanaw
bukam-bibig niyang imemensahe ang lihim sa liham nitong Tanglaw at Panglaw!
Bagamat minsan na niyang pinailanlang
yaring tagumpay na sa kabiguan ay sumalansang
at kung ating susuriin,di lahat ng kabalisaan ay gaya ng tubig sa pampang
sapagkat mayroong kapayapaan sa gitna ng kagulohang humahadlang.

Sa tuwinang pagmamasdan niya
ang walang pakpak na mga anghel sa lupa,
sa mga sandaling ramdam niya
ang mapanganib na mga lobong nag-aanyong tupa.
Iisa lamang ang katanongan na sa kanya'y sumasagupa
"ano nga ba ang kasagotan sa mata-pobre upang ito ay magpatirapa?"
nang sa gayo'y matutong manikluhod sa Dakilang Lumikha
Maiwaksi ang pang-aalipusta sa mga dusta
Huwag nang malunod pa sa yaman sa halip tumulong sa aba at dukha
sabi nga niya... ITAGA MO SA BATO AT SA TUBIG AY ILISTA
"hindi lang bilog ang kaya kong paikotin"
Ayon pa sa kanya--aking uulitin
"magagawa kong iluklok
ang magnasang maging nasa tuktok
basta't may kalakip na pag-ibig sa nasasakopang sulok"

hindi siya isang pintor
at ni hindi rin isang iskultor
ngunit nais na niyang maipinta
sa tulong ng mahiwagang tinta
yaong sa kanya'y humihimok
:mga kulay at puno sa diwa niya'y nakalilok!
learn to move
move to learn

*April 9 Araw ng Kagitingan sa Pinas
solEmn oaSis Apr 2017
when " WORDS ACT LOUDER THAN SPEAK " ....
That is the time our voices are reverberating
just like what you said my co-Poet joining me here in commemorating ;) <3
at ngayon ko lang nalaman na ang alingawngaw
...... ay tila isang tahimik na bakal na kapag kinalembang...nagiging batingaw !
let us all celebrate poets and writers!
The LEGACY of our very own
Hello Poetry
leads us-followers or viewers into a such LITURGY!!
i am so happy for this new look changer.
Sa minsan kong paghawak ng isang panulat
At sa sandaling panahon na mata'y idinilat
Masakit na katotohanan ang sa aki'y sumambulat
At mga katiwaliang di man lang maisiwalat

At kaya nga nabuo ang una kong tula,
Punong - puno ng emosyon na pawang mga luha
sa kahabaan tila ba naging dula,
Dalawampu't limang berso:pawang may tugma

Hindi ko alam kung bakit at paano
Sa mga isyung pambansa,wala ngang alam gaano
Pero basta't tinamaan ako ng inspirasyon,
Biglang gumagana itong imahinasyon

Mga salita ay rumaragasang tuloy - tuloy,
Parang tubig sa ilog,walang tigil sa pagdaloy
Nag - uumapaw sa kaisipan at sadyang matalinhaga
Tunay na nagmumula sa puso ng makata
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