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 Dec 2015
wordvango
see air
    smell love,
feel alive,
        breathe skin
breathe a breath now,
while ....
if ever were
    the time,
wind stood,
            awaiting
wings
        display
now, why staying
for eternity.
 Dec 2015
Poetic T
loss now given form
beauty draped unto darkness
petals fall silent
 Dec 2015
Eudora
Let me go for a gleeful ride on the rainbow
Or sit on the moon to watch the stars put up a show
Put on my wings and light up the night with fireflies
Or just calming the earth as the wind in disguise

Sometimes it seems to me that all I do is dream
Try as hard as I might by any ways and means
Please don't force me to face reality
When all I want to do in life is take the time to dream

Be it floating on the clouds admiring the beautiful sight
Or dancing with my love in the snow showers
Little fairies hold buckets to collect my tears at night
While I dip into a pool filled with my favorite flowers

Because to me inside a dream is like a playful tune
That I love to sing by any means letting the dreams loose
From the middle of the imagined to the very edge of time
A steady stream I hope to dream forever in my mind

Strolling through a delicious tunnel of sweetness
Savoring the generous free flow of chocolate fall
The trees humming melodies, they leave me speechless
As curly vines of mixed berries crawl up the wall

Using life as the reflection inside of my dream scape
Moving further in the direction of the dream for the dreams sake
Where in time I hope to find what all along I have believed
That the dream I'm in at this moment is in fact my reality

Eudora*
*Mike Hauser
A big thank you to the lovely Mike Hauser for this wonderful dreamy piece! Truly humbled to be able to write with you again, Mike! You are incredible. :)
 Dec 2015
Pax
The fringes of fate frozen my fingers upon reaching you

………But destiny’s hands are within my grasp…

Then I used my mind’s free will to take hold of it and reach you

Together I’ve achieved fulfilling joy with you at my side

.....…towards a journey to Contentment’s path…

September 25, 2012
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1042743/
This was one of those poems that I am happy to say, I didn't write a sad poem today. That's what I say last time, been very busy as of lately...
 Dec 2015
SøułSurvivør
is the fine art
of bringing into existence

the
IMPOSSIBLE*


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/2/2015
there is nothing
more powerful
than the
spoken or written
WORD
 Nov 2015
Traveler
Why shout out to the mountain
It's time to fall on me
The sky keeps turning darker
So why pretend to see …

Love so often cast
Like pearls to the swine
The dog returns to his *****
He calls it  holy wine …

There’s a new day on the horizon
As our lungs gasp for air
Existence remains unsolvable
Yet on ourselves we swear

Eternity holds no definites
The equation six feet deeper
Wake up and do some living
Or be an eternal sleeper
Traveler Tim
An older poem of mine
I wrote it in 2004
Re To 06-17.
If beauty can dream...
A butterfly with one wing
Don't think why, just fly
John Archievald Gotera © 2015
 Oct 2015
cheryl love
My river
in my soul
red,  forever grows
The breeze in my veins
rushes headlong, flows
It never rains
In me, never pours
My skin glows
with heath no lines
no wrinkles,  crinkles.
no deep paths to tread.
Just a river that runs ahead
smoothing, flowing
to its source instead.
To the sponge that absorbs
the essence of life itself
where thoughts and memories
are placed on my shelf.
The shelf of life with
a river that flows in my head.
 Oct 2015
wordvango
the moment
we met in the park
our kites gliding close
flirting with tangling together
our laughing smiles
taut strings between us
the sky
our kites flitting higher then ever
before now our eyes meeting
anticipation
blue sky bright sun
smiling east to west
north and south
our new kites
soft breeze then
we kissed
 Oct 2015
Sally A Bayan
Define me..........

a pebble? a shell, out of many?
the ocean, that never runs out of water?
a bud of pale pink rose? slowly opening its petals?
a tree, whose network of roots
spread wider...deeper, neath the ground?
am i the pristine water cascading down a waterfall?
a boulder in an isle? a seawall braving the stormy winds?
could i be a beacon, a lighthouse? high above the raging waters?
guiding those weary travelers, towards placid waters?
am i one of the various faces inside a quaint coffee shop?
like one i see right now, with unfocused eyes?
having a cup of fresh brew...waiting for someone...old? or new?


And you....who might you be?

a jazzy sway, a dip? a painting?  an instrumental tune?
are you the high and low of tide in june?
a story of lovers and sand dunes, that has no ending?
a haven for the homeless? a wall for the weak, those needing?
a kitten? a puppy? a bird, on a twig perching?
are you a voice in the night...calling me?
whispering my name to the wind?
is it you i hear singing, "The Long Run?"
did you come from Krypton? a falling star? a shooting star?
could you be one of the many faces inside a quaint coffee shop?
are you the one...with untainted smile headed towards me?
ahh, you're looking at my brew...you must be meeting someone too!
could we be, the you and me...the me and you?
who at this moment, are meant to have tea...for two?


Sally

Copyright September 1, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***a feel-good write...on a gloomy, rainy September day...
     Happy Sunday, guys!***

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