ang Pag-ibig daw ay maikukumpara sa napakaraming bagay
may mga pagkakataon kalakip ito sa iba't-ibang larangan
meron maikli,may katamtaman o napakahabang paglalakbay
iyon bang tipong pagdaraanan yung mga hindi inaasahan

Sabi nga ng isang Kilalang pinoy na makata
" O! Pag-ibig kapag pumasok sa puso ninuman,
hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang.. "
kaya bakit ako papapipigil sa aking nadarama

Madalas nilang sabihin...
para ka lang nagwawalis
kaalinsabay ang malakas na hangin
walis ka nang walis,pero kalat di nalilinis!

Minsan tulad sa isang sugal
maihahambing daw ang Pag-ibig
hindi ka tataya kung wala kang pag-asang manalo.
kaya ba nauso yung - nagmahal nasaktan hindi umuwing bigo!

at heto pa ang kakaiba
medyo magandang salita
hango kasi sa di pangkaraniwang talata
pero angkop ito pangmasa...

Gaano man daw kadalas  ang minsan
Bihira talaga lagi ang kasagotan
dahil ang Pag-ibig daw ay tila ba isang " half baked cookies "
ayon po iyan sa isang novelist,,parang yun sa kanta rin na-
" more than a kiss "

sa layo ng kinapuntahan,di ko mawari kung ako ba'y napag-iwanan!
sa lalim ng kahulugan,halos hindi ko agad natumbok aking napag-alaman!
Kaya Pala... Sabi Nila : Pag-ibig Ang Siyang Tugon!
mataas man o mababa ang Temperatura ng Pugon!

I've driven myself in
to the valley of deserted
Tears.

To where it's too hot,
while living is an isolation.

There's no river nor
lush forest around,
its as dry as the desert
sands, then humidity
strikes your nerves
that you'll feel
overcooked.

The crimson sky
Bleeds of its inking
Beauty...

I on the other hand
solidify my strength
to ease the burden
I carry, as i lift myself
Little by little towards
A meaningful step
For SURVIVAL!

© pax

.                                      m                   m                   m
                                      a                     a                    a
                                    ­ e                     e                    e
                                  ­  t                     t                    t
                                   s                    s                    s
                               BOAT           BOAT           BOAT
                              BOAT           BOAT           BOAT
                             BOAT           BOAT           BOAT
                            BOAT           BOAT           BOAT
I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat
    I'm a boat                                                             ­     I'm a boat
        I'm a boat                O         O         O               I'm a boat
            I'm a boat                                                  I'm a boat
                  I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat I'm a boat toot toot I'm a boat

There was a poet on HP
Who had alot of ♡
He tried to stay
     out of the fights
He kept himself apart
He had a love of poetry
He lived for his art.

Talented, he made "the grade"
As "minded" poets do
But he didn't try
     to "people please"
And so mean writes
     eschewed.
When he encountered
     "lesser lights" he didn't
     make them blue
But put ♡s on them as well
For their hearts were true.

Time went by... how it did fly!
As if given wings!
He found he had "The Daily"
(When there was
     such a thing)
He tried to READ all poets
     but could not, everything...
So he decided just to read
The small group
     within his ring.

He would NOT be purchased.
He would NOT be sold.
He was TRUE to his beliefs
Of his Faith quite bold.

Not only did he ♡
He gave "thumbs up" as well!
He reposted and was good
In fact, the man was swell!

He had a grateful following
But, as fate is wont
He couldn't keep up
     with the load...
Found his health was shot
But he tried to be a light
He tried to give folks thought.

His readership got smaller
It seemed like every day.
He still tried to be genuine
And true in every way
But nobody wanted
     him no more
He began to fade away...
Where the
     rubber hits the road
He began to PRAY.

If you don't know
     who this is,
Replace the "he" with "she"
She believes
And truly grieves

That poet would be ME.


♡ Catherine

..[O]..
:::::::and
:::::::::::::::::shy
some moths dare
hang around a light,
dim, peeping....a lone
terra cotta lamp........not
bright enough....to guide a
journeying mind.....through
some dark paths......one....two
more  lamps could help stop the
tripping..... .on life's many humps,
it makes the air....stale......with sighs,
uncomfortably moist, with  cold sweat
the window curtains are a shield, a weak
wall, pregnant  with longing
and apprehension.......soon
it will collapse, more moths
will fly free........the fleeing
the healing.......could make
nights longer...........the air
staler...............in this dark
conquering.............silence
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Evening rain  showers  merge with the
humid air.......the strong scent of the
growing pine tree...the scarce light
the aroma of chicken, simmering
in a mix of vinegar, soy  sauce
...............garlic and spices
penetrate my nostrils and
infuse the atmosphere,
and.....disconcert  me
i'm taken back, i gulp
i salivate...a late solo
dinner awaits...glass
of  wine.......beckons
i give in....i sit by the
garden table.......raise
my wine glass.......i say
"Cheers!"...........tonight's  
.................not so full moon
..........is shy............and hazy
as i hum....Patsy Cline's, "Crazy."
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::::Sunday moon, May 1, 2016:::::
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Sally


Cop­yright May 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan