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 Jul 2016
SøułSurvivør
~~<♡>~~

the milk of human kindness
is like honey to the spirit


flattery holding deceit
is saccharine

which poisons the soul


[20W]
SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/25/2016
I want your honest opinion. I feel sometimes like people think I'm too kind and I have some kind of agenda behind that. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I am very concerned about this site. There is negativity here at certain levels. I feel as a believer in the Lord Jesus Christ that that needs to be counterbalanced. But the last thing I want to do is be saccharine. I can tell you everything I said and done comes from the heart. There Is no agenda behind it. But those who have poison in their minds inject poison into other's. There may be some who say that kindness is weakness. That's unfortunate. Those people don't know true strength.

I love you all and I want to show it in concrete ways. I take too long to read because I have a tendency to repost and comment a lot. I also read more than one poem that that poet has written. Is that too much? Your honest opinion please. I appreciate it very much!

♡ Catherine
 Jul 2016
Gianfranco Aurilio
The tears
are words not pronounced,
rivers of joy
or floods of pain,
drops of tenderness
whispered to the eyes,
horror and compassion
that cannot keep silent.
The mind
speaks with the mouth,
the heart
with the tears.

9.10.'14
 Jun 2016
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 feel...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 trial...to hurt less
to pad the impact of a fall...from frustration and despair
and, through words...encourage one...to rise...when fallen...

A poet writes
to cite reasons...so a hurting one would believe again
have faith in life...in love...again
to reach out...to 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 around.......no matter what...

A poet is sensitive
observant
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...


Sally

Copyright January 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



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***Guys, you may add your own ideas.....please do...the list is endless...***
 Jun 2016
Asteria
i love you, i do
but i am just too broken
for someone like you
Haiku #3
Much adored is the dead poet

Within the glass case
Away from dirt
Amongst the books pressed
Rests his heart


Such was the silence he dreamed
When words streamed
Like riverine flow
In all might arose
Seeking the order in chaos

Orderly bound now his name
In peace standing behind wooden frame
Yet with the ceaseless commotion of wait...

Much adored rests the dead poet.
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