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 Feb 2022
Sally A Bayan
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Conversations are brief surprises,
sweet, like unexpected presents,
polite, yet laced with
genuine affection and
a growing fervour;
with every farewell,
strength flies with the wind,
almost...like breath, departing
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for, love hides...confines itself
in the ***** of the heart, it is
known, and yet, not known, but
silently exuding a sweet scent,
a subtle fragrance...more enduring
than a gentle spray of White Linen,
or, dabs of Dolce and Gabbana...its
scent lingers, the nostrils remember.
it clings deeper, dwelling on skin pores,
in every fiber of the mind...in the veins
that carry blood, to and from the heart.
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it is a fragrance so reassuring,
never vanishing...more calming,
more relaxing than a glass, or two
of chilled Champagne, or sweet Moscato
           :::::::::::
it exists, even without the sun,
for, it has a light of its own,
a torch, but, with a tamed flame,
it burns subtly...even in quiet airs.

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        ...­.

            
              
  

             sally b

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 14, 2022
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!!
 Feb 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma

It was late
Almost midnight

The owl was up
And going about his routine

The house dog tried to get some sleep
He was up all day, chasing the strays

Dreams, awake
Await the dawn
Random thoughts
 Feb 2022
Sarita Aditya Verma
Shallow waters still

Pond stork meditates upon

The pink lotus blooms
 Jan 2022
South by Southwest
The collection of Sundays
The days of drifting by
The lazy sunny rays
Sitting back , getting high

Thought those days
would never end
But time says
They have to bend

I always kept a fire
burning in my heart
Wound up being the liar
Who turned it into an art

When I lost the light
within me
When I gave into the fight
That defeated me

When the love left
The feeling I used to know
It left my heart cleft
Reeling from the blow

It was summer time
Thunder from the storm
Started humming a line
from a tune well worn

The night has its way
You could not take mine
With nothing to say
you cut the knot that binds

The silence hung heavy
Like summer dew
Like fog on a levee
So it was with me and you
 Jan 2022
Nat Lipstadt
~for Robert C Howard, inspired by his “From Many, One”

I know nothing of poetry…

or ballet or symphonic works; a ******,
a passerby, a glimpser of other’s artistry,
neither can I add, nor delete, just observe their
intersection, a triplication, and yet, a snowy
Saturday Sabbath is colored now by their story

a  story of many, a symphony playing a concert
of harmony, the notes are grunts and shoutouts,
the high notes of squealing tires screeches, the bass
of growling heaving hearts, engines-beating revving,
music growing louder, to a crescendo of resounding success

sudden silence is the fiercest applause, a reverbing
mark, echoing in a forested heartland, quietly absorbed
into the scarred bark of the witnessing trees, adding a minute moment to their long playing recordings, approving  an
endeavor of many unasked, self-tasked to help, many into one…

a merging of a singular memory
 Jan 2022
Traveler
I’m getting old
it limits my pleasures…
I still feel young
behind these eyes…

I like to hike
out into nature…
I can climb
these hills for miles…

I’m getting old
beyond good measure
but I’m still young
behind these eyes!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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