For love

You forget your true identity,
you walked around half daze
video chatting for hours on  IMO
Without the awareness of monthly data usages

You filled up your lungs up with air
a constant feuded, about the profoundly tender
Letting, go of the cheese for the shadows
While, losing yourself in a foggy dream

I am holding on tight to my Linguistic style
and not for, that kind of love

I am like the best opening lines in my poems
Waiting to be read, by others and not for love

.....
the wonder of that starry night was paled
by you.....as you stood at the veranda,
waiting........to board the car...
a smile on your face shone shyly
your dark blue sequined dress
glittered with your every move
you were ready for your prom night...
we took pictures of you, from many angles
and from those various points, i saw
how lovely you have grown to be...
your determination to go, despite the odds
..made you a hard stone...
i have seen, i heard you play your guitar...
it almost made me mad, when you let meals wait,
i felt your stress when you prepared for a debate
i have realized...i have recognized
your many talents and capabilities...they are
your facets, like those of a precious gemstone
your whole being emits a kind of luster, i know,
would brighten even more....with time...
in my eyes, that night, you were...and will always be
...a  sparkling diamond.



Sally


Copyright April 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

The best part of the day was two-thirty for me
The best part of the evening, is when I am on the train
With my thoughts, my aching feet
and you on my mind: the warm feeling

The high risk: the madness, this military world
then I thought of a Jamaican comedy
Shabada, Trever and basement Granny
The vibes, his voice, their natural dialect,
of freedom raw on stage, big up to them
Like the olden days with the pen and paper
Pen pals and old typewriters: we communicate freely
Without the social media tools:
Throughout each line we read, we smile,
We touch the smudge ink on the pages,
its represent the love of someone who cared

However, here today is the trump administration news
The regales stories of families who are being torn apart
The thousands of elephants that are being poached for its ivory tusks
To the messages it sends about an uncaring leadership team
For all my pain, my good deals of the day,
Merci, merci, mercy me!
My plantar fasciitis: when would it all end?


**P.S Don’t be afraid of the darkness that surrounds you
Be afraid of the darkness within you…