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 May 2021
Hadrian Veska
Things cannot make you happy
They can only make you excited
And excitement always fades
 May 2021
Sally A Bayan


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Her heartbeats are imperturbable,
ready to face any day
blue skies, or gray,
with, or,
without uncertainties.
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no words said, just thoughts progress
in the silence of after midnight hours,
her eyes and mind go far, beyond the
dark horizon, she's a bird flying early
morning...soars over shadowed trees
and mountains...well before light,
she perches on the window sills of
her real world.

in the kitchen, she fries sausages and
potatoes...her mind travels with the
rising steam of coffee brewing,
tiptoe-ing on sad waters,
then basks in unforgettable moments past,
as voices from far away lands,
and even those
who are long gone
still echo
and dwell within her.

she faces life's adversities with true grit,
is toughened by pain, by loss...and by
grief, that sometimes...refuses to die.

her happiness springs from shallow waters.
she regrets not, about her goals foregone,
content, that, once in her life, she had her
dreams...and wished upon many stars.

eyes and heart often wander upon hills
and valleys, she fondly calls "home,"
sun-wrapped at day, shadowed at night,
it is where her soul.....freely roams.

she is wife, mother, grandmother, sister,
a friend, a caregiver, a voice...a pursuer of
truths...all she needs to be...for the sake
of her loved ones.....she is WOMAN.

*



sally b

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   May 8, 2021
 May 2021
Valsa George
During day, mind is clogged
By a thousand thoughts
Some hide in ambush and strike.
Some in open contest

Some - a disorderly mass
A *** of marbles upturned
On attempting to sweep them together
They slip and slither
Running this way and that way

At night, after their vagrant wanderings
They come back to roost,
if not insomniac!
 May 2021
Prevost
the tempest drawn backwards
sketches the face of the progenitor
left surrendered...truth waits
in the shadows of preservation
we are carved into these shapes
by the winds and words
of those we have passed by
and those
we stood close to
 May 2021
Valsa George
at the edge of the cliff,
she stood
determined…….
eyes limpid pools of sadness,
hair wind swept

flawed….?
damaged?

the swirling enormity below
inviting….!
nested in her own ignorance
never knowing there’s poison
in the sting of bees,
as dripping honey
in their combs.

consumed without flame
in the heat waves of life

an escape is ineluctable
perhaps more to cover a secret…!

SWISH….!!!

the water below parted noisily
sloshed up…
but the tug was fierce.

down,

down

she slid,

into the silver chambers
to be garlanded by mermaids!
Fifty years of heart and soul
Sweeping back the ocean.
And what was my reward
A cardboard house in a redneck state
And memories I can’t remember.

Fifty years of heart and soul
Climbing every mountain
Reaching for a prize
Tied to a string
That every time ****** it away.

Fifty years of heart and soul
Giving and not getting
Being first to lend a hand
And last when hands were lended
All the while pretending not to notice.

Fifty Years of heart and soul;
Could it have been an error?
Should I have walked the crooked road
Instead of down the righteous path
That left me stranded in this desert.
               ljm
I wrote this in 2019, right after we had to leave burbank CA, and move to Nevada where living is cheaper.  I still have a lot of those feelings.  Hard to let go of them.
 May 2021
Stephen E Yocum
For most of my son's life
I was his teacher,
Now as an adult man
my son is teaching me.
Life is a revolving wheel,
it turns for us all.
Accepting the changes
that is the challenge
and the reward.
 May 2021
guy scutellaro
across the log
as graceful as a dancer...


rising out of the water
jeans and blue t-shirt
like a weighted blanket

muddied and wet
the girl of the lake
delighting in the fall

the playful eyes
that wild in her smile                               

(I too
knew that smile
intimately
once
and dreams were plentiful
as the songs
that kept me alive

but the wind walks
a singular path
through the tall grass
surrounding lakes

a thief tip-toeing into another day)
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