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 Aug 2016
Sally A Bayan
Shores...

She is known for her beauty
many are lured to come...see for themselves
her breathtaking features, her famed hospitality,
after all, she IS...Paradise herself,

On her clear blue shores, there started
a blending of races, cultures, and, newfound wisdom...
on those same shores, battles were fought,
but...freedom always prevailed

She showers her people with courage and strength,
when trumpets play sad, and her banner is flown half mast,
i stand proud, feeling her solid walls
i was born, and have lived....within her shores
where my body and soul breathe peaceful airs...
together, we survived wars, giant waves, and tremors...

Her struggles live in my mind,
pumped through my veins,
like tides of the sea, they ebb and flow,
.........they never die...
each time i hear her song, i stand up straight
in respect for her past sufferings, her determination, her valor
and her much deserved triumphs...

Today, new faces speak of new promises,
new solutions...done in haste
they seem like hot air...rising from live embers,
fanning further...the fire of my fears....
i snap the thought, and think of each
glorious sunrise that crowns each day,
and leaves me speechless, always in awe,
wishing i could pull the hours fast
so i can right away see her magnificent sunset
and starry twilight nights

Life takes me to foreign strands,
but, when it's time....my heart, my feet
will lead me back to her pearl-colored sands,
where, i shall walk leisurely, with my bare feet,
fine grains would hide my toes, and cling to my soles
we'll play 'til my ankles are buried deep...in its comforting cold...

"Pearl of the Orient,"
is my home...my native land
my eyes swell with tears, when i see
her banner, proudly waving...in freedom...

Sally

Copyright August 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



#pearloftheorient #sunrisesunset #battlesfought #shores
#pearlcoloredsands
*** my country is fondly called Perlas ng Silangan...
     In english, it means Pearl of the Orient..***
Lord God , you know my sorrow as well as my sufferings.
You know just how much I have been dealing with lately.
O God, please help me, to overcome these as well soon.
So that I shall be back here on an regular basis soon God.
I have been missing my friends on this here site here.
But as you have known I been struggling here as lately.
My friends on here I do miss, please repair me O God.
So that I may once again get encourage by them on here.
But I need to be healed before I can return here once again.
I been hurting as well as going through some things lately.
 Aug 2016
Emily B
I've been seeing
That old hawk
In some very strange places.

Feathers askew

Too tired
To fly above the storm

My messenger
Has something to say

But he is too weary
To spill it
Just now
 Aug 2016
South-by-Southwest
Who bends the wind
folds it up
puts it in the envelope
then will send

Who gathers the sun
like a flock
bottles it then
says it's done

Who ropes my emotional
ties it and then binds it
in black and red ribbons
it's not fictional

Who teases the vessel
filling the void
where even the left
has a right to wrestle

Come vapor ***** . . . dream
permanate . . . decorate
you titillate in love's
sweet scheme

When ? Then I am left alone
the walls still stand
The night wails as comes the dawn
The heart longs for home
 Aug 2016
Traveler
Dawn sparks with a silent scream
Drawn through the matrix into this dream
Without delay we gasp for air
The soul is invisible, the flesh is bare

What is life but an impending death
A drowning pool where we struggle for breath
We take it in but we can’t hold on
We fade like footprints out on the lawn

A fleeting moment this one night stand
From nowhere to somewhere and back again
Why can’t we remember, why can’t we forget
Why should we perceive the end as a threat

The essence of spirit merges with the physical
We search for meaning, we embrace the mystical
But in the end we fall asleep alone
Yet this one-night stand we gladly condone...
Traveler Tim

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