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 Mar 2014 Dag J
Seán Mac Falls
Facebook conspires,
Digital narcissism  .  .  .
  .  .  .  Mobile devices.
 Mar 2014 Dag J
Klara
I was
so happy
I felt
brighter
than the sun
but you
couldn't bare
so you put
sunglasses on
I don't even know how I come up with these
 Mar 2014 Dag J
Harry J Baxter
My roommate is vacuuming the apartment
I'm thinking about distances
past to present,
empty to overflowing,
shattered to whole
doctor your wounds are bleeding again
and I don't have the proper training
we toil and toil beneath the gaze of an oblivion
too much sweat on the brow to take the time to ask why
my heart is a runaway train
my brain the penny on the tracks
there's no such thing as non-civilian casualties
hungry is as hungry does
it's just the nature of these lives
our carrot on a string
I thought I caught a taste once
only to bite my own finger
It hurts, but the pain is just motivation
to keep on living
and all of those lessons and truths
she whispered in your ear on dreaming nights
are still the reason your heart beats the way it now does
wake the hell up
perfect does not exist
and you are going to be fine
fix the roof
you are going to be fine
 Mar 2014 Dag J
Sally A Bayan
I
feel
you all
over me,
and yet, you
a r e   nowhere
n e a r.  It is  the
q u i e t u d e  that
b r i n g s  to mind all
there  is  about you.  You
come alive whether I look up
the ceiling, or straight  through
t h e  walls,  I close  my  eyes,  and
I still find you there. At this point, not
even the slightest s o u n d  could  shatter
the flow of m e m o r i e s, nor could it distract
the serenity I have always  known when I'm  alone,
for, it  is in  S I L E N C E  that I find you closest to me...

(Published 1997)


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A.Bayan

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 Mar 2014 Dag J
Sally A Bayan
...Kites, Roses and Apple Pie...

In life, in deeds,
You have been, still are, courageous
In your words, in your creeds,
I say you are all so sweet,
Infectious,
You all are contagious!
Just a single line of your words
Would surely, quickly be re-quoted.
You are exemplary in
Whatever you say or do...

Enlightened are those with furrowed brows
Upon reading your works,
Commendations,
And acclamations
Bothered by ideas and words
So foreign and difficult...
Clarifications,
simple explanations
Readily are provided...
One need not ask...

Like well respected, learned leaders,
Actions, words are emulated.
You are sweet...
You are infectious...
You are contagious!

If you were colorful kites,
Soaring up the blue skies
You would have so many tails
Hanging, trailing behind you...
Here in our world
Your followers  are like ants
Trailing your footsteps...
Never straying, not at all waning,
But multiplying.....

In a bed of roses,
Bees, birds and butterflies
Would never stop fussing
Endlessly buzzing
From up above, and all around you...
Taking all their needs,
Not forgetting themselves to feed,
To recreate, from your seeds
these, they are bound to heed...

If you were a plate of fresh,
Yummy and crusty apple pie,
With a scoop of ice cream on top..
Oh me, oh, my....I am bound to starve...
Pardon me, but...
This would be my call, my turn...
Surely, I would be oblivious
The first one to be ravenous
To the point of being outrageous
Can't stop...can't wait...
This is my moment:
As long as I have a mug of hot brewed coffee
I shall take my time...
I won't feel choked,
Won't even be thirsty...
Voraciously, I would finish the whole plate off...
Til crust and crumbs fill me with too much stuff...


For the Triumvirate of Bala, Nat and Pradip...

in alphabetical order, no one comes first or last... for these three are
      all soaring high in their respective styles of poetry...


there are many others worth mentioning, a plethora of names and styles, in fact...
     the right words, the right moment would present itself to yours truly, one day...



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***Have I veered away from the main point?...just missing, I guess...
it's been several months now without even a slice of my favorite apple pie...***
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