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 Aug 2015
Sally A Bayan
Intrusion
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The scent of pine came strong with the wind that morning
Blowing  above the countless small ripples that seemed to hurry
Traveling...uninterrupted...playing their game,
Unraveling floating tree branches,
Tangled in a mess, with cracked bamboo poles...

Red dragonflies, orange butterflies and green-breasted birds,
Hovered
Over the clear blue water...
Unafraid...
They knew they would be
Unscathed
So long as they kept a safe
Distance above the surface.

Water flowing was a soft, caressing music....
like a lullaby
playing, by the peaceful river,

The river...a vast dance floor, where serenity waltzed
Where leaves had fallen...carried further away
By the playful breeze...
and the nonstop current that ran deep,

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Deep as the thoughts of a lone soul, treading the shore
Both hands in  pockets...taking time to walk
...lifting each foot from the crumbling sand
...while singing a song---


"Imagine there's no heaven
...it's easy if you try...
...no hell below us
...above us, only sky
Imagine all the people
...living for today....hmm...."


...kicked a small twisted can
three---four steps, then kicked a used paper cup
seemed to be good at kicking
not concerned about hitting anybody
like it was common territory....


"Imagine there's no countries
it isn't ...hard to do
nothing to **** ....or... die for
and...no religion....too
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imagine all the peo...ple
living...life...in...peace...hmm"


Walking...and kicking...there appeared a rhythm
Humming...singing same lines over...and over
Seemed to enjoy the walking
The kicking, the singing
And the wading

"You may say i'm a dreamer
...but i'm not the only one
...hmmm... someday....you'll join....
And the world...will be....as one....
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­The ripples rushed..........
..............down the waterfall
.................cascaded...fast...
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.....................and before long

....the river....
and the intruder
became...one.
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~~~~~the birds whistled
~~~the leaves rustled
~the wind whispered
They all sweetly sang
Like distant church bells
That softly rang.


Sally

Copyright July 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


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 Aug 2015
Chris
~

The wind this night
wafts in solitary melodies
through restless willow
branches weeping
in lilting violin strings
and raindrop piccolos
flowing in an off key
lullaby echoing in the
chambers of my
*lonely heart
Missing you
 Aug 2015
Joe Cole
I walk away from the city stress
To stroll on the golden strand
No more the worries of 9 to 5
Just my footprints in the sand

I sit now on a rocky point
Above the raging sea
Face battered by the wind and rain
But it's here I love to be

I've now left the drama of rocks and sand
Left the rolling white capped waves
I sit now beneath filtered sunlight
In this songbird sunlit glade

In my hands the quill and parchment
By my side the cup of ink
Now is the time for the words to flow
Now my time to sit and think

''Tis now my time, my time of peace
To sit alone with just my thoughts
The time to leave all stress behind
To sit and pen my thoughts

'
Just living
 Aug 2015
Heather Anderson
To lie under a tree,
To feel the cool summer breeze,
To be engulfed in a sea of grass,
To play in a pool as clear as glass,
To hear the wind chimes,
To not worry about the time,
To watch the clouds go by,
To see the colors of the sky,
To listen to the song of the birds,
To have my anxieties cured,
To hear the thunder roar,
To need all this and more,
To feel the rain on my skin,
To hear the leaves in the wind,
To feel the sun's warm embrace,
To have the moon shine on my face,
To see the sunset's last gleam,
To be underneath the stars and dream,
To absorb the tranquility,
To have this one ability,
To sleep on the hill,
To doze, to drift will be my fill.

This will make me happy.
To only lie under a tree..
This doesn't do my vision justice, but I still wanted to write about it. I should probably fix the order of the lines
 Jul 2015
Musfiq us shaleheen
.
*your words formed in heaven
and then to leave
pained in hell
then to resist

on going, the way turned to bend
in the end, the end couldn't be seen
then continued to move,
that is to say celestial

words within too many words, make a wreath of the words,
maybe tell a fairytale,
simple words have lost in melody, tune
steadfast sight of the beautiful seen, mystic in the midst of the road

alone, then after alone, painted the portrait of thy
joy of life music,
weaving the words, craving a poetry
comes at a time, loss at untimely

maybe born in dreams
within too many words, a few perches into soul
to create forms, what an amazing ties!
ah, this poetry book has lost in poetry!
..
@Musfiq us shaleheen
 Jul 2015
Sally A Bayan
(Early Mornings)


It is 4:10 AM
Here i am, facing you...
Haven't showered...haven't brushed...haven't gurgled
Too early to look...but, i could not resist seeing
This person with disheveled hair
Eyes are not too willing to open
Avoiding the uncertainty surfacing...slowly but surely
Making itself known, this morning so early...
An empty shell, is what i could see
A looming nonentity...

No coffee yet, but, the eyes already speak
You don't answer, your looks are so bleak
That is how you tell me i am  stubborn
But i've been this way since birth...so torn
You tell me, i am just in denial
In front of you, it is like, i am on trial
But, i am just a mortal
Maybe we are both tired
How can we ever go back to being inspired?
Maybe you'd rather shatter into pieces...like i would,
I'd carefully gather your shards...would you gather mine, if you could?

Now, later, tonight, tomorrow...we always face each other
There are days, when i look at you, you make me smile, i feel better!
But, most times, i hate the reflections, they make me glare
And i so despise the thoughts that ensue...i counter your stare
..... I close my eyes, with a plea,
A blink could not erase, the images that i see..

I have never wanted separation
And yet, Fate brought me here, in isolation
You're my silent pal...my silent witness
You say nothing when i become senseless
I leave you in the morning
I come home from work in the evening
And i find you still here... on this wall
Welcoming me home...where i just sit, or stall
Faint jazzy sounds comfort me
A few hours rest...late at night...i sleep...i am free
Then, again, the alarm ruins the stillness of the moment
Robs the dawn of its precious silence
And i rise...to drown anew in despondency...in self pity,
Or is this lunacy?
All i see is gray...and black
Be it dawn...or dusk.

If  ever i surrender
I'd be swamped with the stark truth, the reflections you offer
...this can't be a facade,
...in front of you, it's just too bad

I am

U n m a s k e d...

....I am weak, powerless...i crawl
Over and over, i struggle not to fall,
Over and over, i  look at you... but, just the same..i fall.

         (January 22, 2015)


Sally

Copyright May 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
*** Depressing old notes......no happy endings here...
      I heard, and wrote someone else's thoughts... never thought I would find myself in some situations within...***
 Jun 2015
lolita
Your twilight moons
white irises, that flicker
within the nights confines
clasp at the velvet darkness
pulling the stars into orbit
obtaining galaxies of their own
feeding a universal luster
eclipsing at the sight of dawn
 Jun 2015
Picture this
Take a little bit of heaven
and a peaceful dove
take away the heartache
and fill your heart with love
never sanction deeds
you may regret
as you'll show the world
and it will not forget
a legacy has a tendancy
to repeat itself
and increase in it's intensity
nurtured in it's stealth
growing like a plague
if it is not pure
never relenting in it's rage
destroying in it's cure
everything you cherish
will become depleted
gone forever in a flash
never to be repeated
take a little bit of heaven
and a peaceful dove
take away the heartache
and fill your heart with love
all actions have a consequence
there is nowhere to hide
when you meet your maker
no pride will abide
 Jun 2015
Vernon Waring
Once a year
my sister visits the grave
of Montgomery Clift

She travels one hundred miles
to kneel in a Brooklyn cemetery
and weep before his
   modest headstone

I marvel at her romanticism
aimed at this mangled wreck
of an actor
this helpless mess of a man
pumped up with drugs
and rough ***
a haunted matinee idol
cavorting on the cusp
of madness

On her way home
she stares out
a bus window

She remembers his tremulous voice
and brooding eyes
his sullen features
overwhelming the giant screen

Soon she will fall asleep
dreaming of him holding her
in his anxious fragile arms
while the gray streets of Brooklyn
rush by
 Jun 2015
Mike lowe
Rest your head on my chest. Meditate to the rhythm of my heart beat. Breathe softly and escape your mind.

Live in this moment right now.

Cry your eyes dry and whisper your secrets to me. Scream your voice horse and just don't forget to breathe.  

Even the sun must let the moon sit in darkness at night. Even in your darkest times, i'll be the light you need.

I will rehearse you like poetry and speak you into existence. A tangled mess of letters and words that only us, together, can straighten out. You will be my poetry.
 Jun 2015
Chris
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I am lost…
wandering aimlessly
among towering pines,
sweeping branches
of shaded bliss
leaving pine cone markers
along a soft needled path

The breeze is cool,
fragrant wisps through
clinging vines braided
in abstract patterns
as I try to gather
my bearings

I can see the sun
through the forest
falling lower in the sky
reflecting on the
calm flowing waters
of this small stream
I have been following
for what seems to be hours

Carp and minnows,
orange, black and gray
swim happily
with little care though
I am becoming worried now,
my body aches from the walking
but it feels good
the air is still sweet
as I hear an owl
in the darkness
of the treed canopy
greeting me

I come to a clearing,
tall grasses sway
and I see the sunset
blooming like a prized rose,
petals awash in bright pastels
on the horizon

I sit for a spell
gazing upon the
wonders of nature,
thinking back on
what I have seen,
what I have experienced
and what I am witnessing
right now and finally realize

I am not lost at all…
*I am found
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