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blythe Jun 2018
Each moment
spent with you -
You made them all
blythe May 2018
When you feel the weight of the world in your shoulders
When tears running down your face
Remember me, your Father in heaven,
I will always be here for you.

You'll never be alone
Reach out for my hand
I'll carry your burdens
So throw your worries away.

Surrender all to me
All is well, you'll see
I've got you covered -
You are safe with Me.

When everything around you seems to go wrong
And you already do no know what to do
Rely to Me, you Father in heaven,
I will always be here for you.
We have a heavenly Father who is always with us. No matter what. Hold on to Him.
  May 2018 blythe
Sally A Bayan
Nothing...had enchanted me more,
than that big yellow rose...
bright, stunning at the tip of its tall stem,
soft petals.....yet to fully unfurl,
its inner part...a soothing light shaded swirl...
i sniffed a bit of its fragrance,
and felt its softness...but,
i got pricked by a hidden thorn,
just a tiny puncture...yet,
my finger bled so much...
i walked on through the garden,
...with my pricked finger inside my mouth,
i was amazed by other flowers, more colorful ones,
but, the yellow, pink, red roses outshone them all...
with care this time, i touched a  big pink,
slowly.........and, again, i didn't see,
another thorn was in the way
it was more painful
it bled even more...
i stood thinking, while bleeding...
its beauty, its silky feel...its
fragrance that lingers in the mind
would all be difficult to resist,
the pain from the thorns...harder to forget,
but, i'd still want to walk through this vast this life...and seek those roses
feel inspired...over and over
never mind the spikes!
never mind the pain!
love is beautiful like a rose
a rose is beautiful like genuine love,
there are thorns...hindrances and
hurdles, that come with its beauty....yet,
that wonderful feeling of loving,
and being loved, in return,
the wanting, the longing for it,
never dies...the fear of bleeding,
is ignored,
for, what is life without love?
and what is love without pain?
isn't love lovelier...more hopeful
the next time around?
a rose could never be a rose
without its many thorns...


©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
April 11, 2018
blythe Mar 2017
Since the day I met you
Everything seems to change
Feeling like all is new
Wonderful yet strange

To be continued.. ;)
blythe Aug 2016
My pen and paper used to spawn fantasies
Imagery of happiness and sadness,
Random feelings I have never felt,
Emotions I have just thought of,
Made up stories of love and heartaches.

But now that you are here,
I know in my heart that my love is for real;
All words lost in an endless abyss of love -
Coz I know, no word could ever describe
This unfathomable love I have for you.
blythe Jan 2016
Roses are red, violets are blue,
You changed my life making me live anew.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
You know what I want even without giving you a clue.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
My love for you is truer than true.

Roses are red, violets are blue,
I feel like I'm the luckiest coz I have you.
It's been so long since I last posted a poem. Thanks for reading :)
  Jan 2016 blythe
Sally A Bayan
A poet writes
about truths,
what is, and what is not...
a poet writes about nature,
people....the sun, moon and stars,
a poet dares to see the whole world...

A poet writes...
to vent his/her own shares of  joy
of agony...and aches...miseries...afflictions
as well as those of the others'
a poet reads...sees through someone else's eyes,
face...words...voice...and actions...

A poet writes,
to euphemize the sharp truths and facts in life
make them less painful to the ears
to at least, soften the pointed edges of every hurt less
to pad the impact of a fall...from frustration and despair
and, through words...encourage rise...when fallen...

A poet writes
to cite a hurting one would believe again
have faith in love...again
to reach those who have gone far, in the dark
and take them back to the fold ...of the bright side...

A poet writes...
to tell the woes of those oppressed
the world over
those tortured...violated...and killed
of children abused
their future stolen away from them...

A poet writes
of how nature has been exploited...and maltreated
how human beings
would one day disappear,
how nature...would be matter what...

A poet is sensitive
and vigilant...
A poet is compelled to see and tell all truths...
truths of yesterday...those that are here now...happening
and those of tomorrow.....and beyond...
All these,
A poet must write...
...nothing more
...and nothing less...


Copyright January 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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