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 Oct 2014
Sally A Bayan
We gathered, like we were in a huddle
Doing Yin and Yang movements in a circle...

A lighted candle was in the middle.
We closed our eyes, we were concentrating,
Slowly, internalizing...
Stillform Shibashi movements followed
While thanksgiving prayers were solemnly offered...

Out of nowhere, 
Two furry, roundish creatures leapt from behind
On the red-yellow flame they almost landed...
Both stretched...and ******.... and stretched,
As if they were doing the movements with us...
Suddenly, they were up and about...
One was raring to have fun, while 
The other could not focus on cleaning its tiny snout.
On a gay mood, they went on rolling within our big circle
Not minding they could be burned by the gentle flame. 

We, the quiet ones,with a bit of fear, 
Were just watching,
Captured by their honest fun, 
Exercises started fading...
Back and forth, the two creatures went romping
Hitting the feet of most everyone in the circle...

They were seizing their moment
Overflowing was their adrenaline  
In the open air, they were reckless, uncaring..

Under the morning sun, they were shining brightly
I had silently asked, at first,
"Who would need one black and one white mittens?
"Who would have thought, with their tiny heads hidden, 
They were two furry, purry playful kittens?


Sally
Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



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***It's been a while....
For Lady Jane, for Brie, for Gus
and other pet cats here on HP...***
 Oct 2014
Raj Arumugam
I was at the interview
and it was the final moments,
I knew

and the Owner Manager
sat back in his seat
and he thought awhile and deep
and he looked me straight in the eye
and he said: "We need someone responsible.
Do you think you are that person?"


"Sure," I replied with confidence
*"In all the previous places where I worked
whenever something went wrong
people always pointed to me
as being the one responsible"
this is a companion piece to my previous poem: "I'm not responsible"
 Oct 2014
Raj Arumugam
so I got the job anyway
and came in to work
I think it was at 9.30 am
and the Manager called me
into his office
(what a nice guy, I thought,
giving me all the attention)

and he said: "You should have come in
to work at 8.30 am, mister"


"8.30am?"I asked...*"Why, what happened?"
also see my previous poem "I'm responsible"
 Oct 2014
Born
When am on hello poetry
I feel different
like am in space,floating around

This is my comfort zone
I get to be me without worrying
i know I have a family here
they want me in the Ark
far from waves and storms

What I write is just my world
My unwritten story
A diary that I share with everyone
i voice my souls long sufferings
and my triumphs

Am not a good poet
you already know that
but there people here with magnificent talents
Joe Cole being the father of words
musfiq the guy with delicious words
Patty m one of my favorites
Pamela Rae is definitely a highborn, can't ever be on her level

I write down my emotions
things ive kept in for centuries
this is how i get to express myself
in real world
believe me when i tell you in real world am like a rock
you'll never see this side of me

*am a very quite person and I definitely keep everything to myself
 Oct 2014
bones
When my years are
stretched thin like elastic

that is at breaking point
or just past it

I'll be glad that I keep
my best memories deep

in the grooves
of a black slab of plastic.
Good memories are made of vinyl. :0)
 Oct 2014
wordvango
the help at McDonald's
I am salty and crisp
like an order of fries,
I am an ***.

I order, every time,
a dozen oysters,
****       off the youngsters,
or    confuse.

One  once, a young cute girl,  laughed
until she ****** all over.

Such a scene.

I would get ****** too, at 7 bucks an hour.
 Oct 2014
Raj Arumugam
Do elephants talk to each other?
of course they do -
they use an ele-phone
Well, they used to
(just like they used to make trunk calls)
now they use ele-mail

And like us, they send selfies:
the girls show themselves
naked in their mud bath;
and the boys rampaging through
what’s left of the forests
also see my previous poem , "elephant parade"
 Oct 2014
Poetic T
Look at it, your finger isn't an
"Eraser"
Stop
STop
STOP
Trying to rub it out,
What are you doing
Spitting
on your
Fingers
If the love furnace isn't
warm, no amount of you
Mingging slobber will
Light this fire that needs a
Spark,
Flame,
Fire
Of passionate lust to
This I must say, what's been
On your fingers,
"Really spit from your mouth"
I don't want it smelling of
Bad Breath,
Garlic,
Morning Breath
"PASSION ALERT"
Wash you hands
Fingers too
Its called
"Mouth wash"
Use it too,
Do you know how delicate
This instrument
Your putting your fingers on?
Its the only one I have got
"So don't break it"
!!That my ****!!
That's a *******
Rub it gently
Don't rub it out, or ill bite your nose
That my *****
Did you ever do
"*** Ed at school"
Jesus I use my emergency
Stimulator
Don't feel intimidated
Yes its how you use it,
Cough
Cough
Cough
Now go, a woman needs her
Five speed friend, ill be awhile
So don't bother me,
And don't forget to
Close the door on your way out.
 Oct 2014
r
i still spell gray
with an a

not an e
in my po-etry

does it matter
to the grammar?

hoo's to say

says the owl
to the vowel

it's a gray area.

r  ~ 10/17/14
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  |    aeiouandsometimesidontcare
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 Oct 2014
wordvango
my  hiney is shiney ya'll
glittering like the bottom of the Christmas tree,
or the path to the hill, in morning glory.

I powdered it after my shower.
looked in the mirror. If i was a girl,  *******, I would  love it.

Roundy and soft, like a **** should be, when I am eating.
It's aim is at times off. There are reasons for that.

Cause I was blinded, my hind-sight is history.
A poem a day
Keeps the doctor away
Two he may need to be called

Three poems a day
The doctor’s on his way
No way could his coming be stalled!

Four poems a day
The doctor has to stay
Five and tough is his work

If the number are six
The doctor’s in a fix
How could he stop the flying spark!

Poems by the hour
Is beyond the doctor’s power
Poems by the minute is his bane

It’s where he loses self
Badly needs a help
To be declared utterly insane!
 Oct 2014
r
Under the I-20 bridge
over the Chatta-
'hoochee suits me
fine as fishin' line

- I've been retried
and found
I ain't wanted

nothing but a winter coat -
my sweet mutt Woof
- an old six string Martin
and a 'frigerator carton

for sleeping in the winter wind
when the sun don't shine -

I don't have a bone to pick
- my fingers ain't quiet as quick
and nimble on a riff - my back is stiff
- but my voice is still whiskey

smooth and my words turn
water into thunderbird - wine

retried suits me just fine
- jailhouse jeans
and salvation army boots -
refried beans and cheap cheroots
- sitting on an old truck tire
around an open fire

I've been  retried and trued
but I ain't yet retired -

somebody's got
to feed my dog -
sing some songs
- catch these fish
and start the fire -
drink a little *****

- 'neath the I-20 bridge
over the Chattahoochee

rivaaa····

r ~ 10/16/14
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  |     Chattahoochee River
/ \
 Oct 2014
Raj Arumugam
Pious John speaks to God often
and noticing his neighbour
lives easy and has a wealthy life
Pious John whinges:
"You know what I don't understand...
I pray everyday and I speak to you often -
yet Atheist Jack my neighbour
has done well and has a better life...
Why?"


"Simple, John," comes God's reply
*"I prefer it when people
don't bother me much"
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