Clothes constrain
Skin contains
The insides I wear on the outside
You don't have to scratch the surface
To find hidden meanings
To catch a glimpse of passion
To see my blood reaching boiling point
You don't have to dig your nails in
To reach through the seven layers
To hear the whispers written on my bones
Scriptures ooze from the ruptures
Lush red tastes of rusted words
Skin the binds
Skin that hides
Stretches over my memories
I wear the patchwork quilt of history
Of the mothers and fathers who have gone before
Sewn together with the glorious stories of yesterday
Stitched with the future's threads
The hopes and dreams of the generations yet to be
My heart, my soul, my skin, my home

Weeds and flowers line my pockets
As I got one foot out the door
Memories fade in antique lockets
Knowing you won't see me anymore

When Saturn returns, I'll find my way
Fumbling over roots and branches
Always on the run

All I know is what I offer
Floating as a feather in the breeze
I soak you in and tuck you under
Lost in a swell of the sea

As I turn to face my shadow
I fall into the light
Splashing pools of mirror stillness
I meet pain with delight

This life's got me all hot and bothered
Grown yet singed by the sun
Enchanted moonlight has me wondering'
If you're the only one

Calling birds mark the passage
To the other side
I begin and end this chapter
With love and peace of mind

Don't come to me if you can't hold me
With both arms
I am soft but wild in nature
Weathering my own storms

When Saturn returns, I'll find my way
Fumbling over roots and branches
Always on the run

We, the single women of this town,
dress beautifully for ourselves, first.

Because it is a celebration to do so.

If you are a gentleman about it,
we appreciate your praise.

If what you feel, if what you have to say,
is steeped in the ignorance of the ages,
in the presumption that we are here
as your playthings, as your entertainment,
then please, pretty please, just keep it to yourself.

*And stay way the hell away from us.

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



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#pearlcoloredsands

Beautiful view mist at distance
I sat staring with a glance
this pink world wide open
is this real, may I hope...n..

so sweet breathtaking colours
soft blue and pink makes purple
oh gosh...I want to walk fastest
but I am in slow-motion like a turtle

that sweet caress where comes it from
that one sweetest kiss at my night's prom
I feel it, I see it's heaven
I see my neighbour in black...n..

Paradise purple, pink and blue
I sat staring I think it's you
acropolic scene yet misty dew
in this mystery land, my sweet, I see only you !

© Sylvia Frances Chan

Staked
to slate
by ache
and fatigue,
unmoved am i
not a breath
drawn nor exhaled
as the blistering sun
traverses
a merciless sky
like a snail.
I close my eyes
and feel the pulse
i've become,
baked, a beating
continuum.