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I first heard the sound
One summer of long ago.
It was kind of blurred, muffled…but
Later on, the beat, the rhythm surfaced.
Like a breeze that blew from nowhere...
It touched my senses.

Life blossomed
In different  colors..
There was warmth...there was movement
In everything I saw.
Rain or shine, it was there..
Especially when I was too restless
To close my eyes.
My thoughts, my feelings
I learned to shape
In words.

So vividly, I recall,
When new friends came, along with
New ideas, and new places to go to, as well.
Every chance I got,
I went back to the proper setting.
I beckoned it to come,
Over and over.
There was much reluctance during those
Frustrating hours,  night after night.
I realized,  
It had vanished...
Like a river went dry.

Empty journals stared back at me
Amidst  changes and disappointments.
I listened closely... patiently, I waited
For the notes to come back...
The ones I so long to hear.

One late evening, over a cup of coffee,
I felt a kind of light shine upon my head.
Some kind of heat penetrated my mind.
My heart was pounding.....quickly,
I grabbed my pen and paper, and,
Thereupon, my brain seemed to have been ignited,
Ideas started flowing without end...
It was early morning when I turned off my lamp.

Night after night since then,
Or any time of day for that matter,
This God-given gift comes, we meet...
I hold my pen and paper, as I wait
For this lovely tune to bring out once again
The poet, the storyteller in me.....

Sally



Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
My blood pressure escalated
Upon sight of the messy living room.
There was clutter everywhere,
Even on the dining table.
The bedrooms weren't spared at all.

I went to the bathroom, I slid and hit the floor...
What's a ball doing inside the bathroom?
My eyebrows curled....but,
I refused to give in to the situation.

With a sigh, I went to the kitchen
To get coffee and a sandwich,
With marmalade and cheese....
As I opened the fridge,  an avalanche
Of cheese, butter and bread
Fell on my feet.

I was really upset by now, but,
I decided to print some recipes, instead
I loaded some paper into the paper tray,
But got stuck all the way.  Just as I suspected....
Carefully, I pulled out underneath the tray,
A ball pen, a pencil, and some sticks of crayolas.

Too much to take at this early hour, I told myself.
I sat on the sofa, smiled as I saw a photo of
Myself, with five beautiful girls.....sweet little angels....
I imagined their faces,  wearing naughty smiles,
Their antics,  and their tactics, as well, their mischief...
I thought that,
...........life is too short, time is fleeting............
...........also, I'm not getting any younger.............
...........precious moments rarely happen twice.......
...........they'll be young ladies soon enough........
...........the house would be too neat by then........
...........no more cookie crumbs on the carpet........
...........no more scattered toys and books on the floor......
...........no more writings on the wall,
...........disastrous games and all..........

I miss my five granddaughters already.......

Oh, what the heck!   I sat back and relaxed
Amidst the mess and clutter.....I closed my eyes,
Savoring moments of pleasure, past and present,
On a stressful day, like today........

Sally


Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Jun 2013 DieingEmbers
Tilly
We, stayed up late;
Saw his shadow cast away
a distance. Sung his song.

We, rise alone:
Clutching the fruits of
imaginings. Sated of hunger.

We hear birdsong
& bees, pollinating the blossom,
in everlasting harmony.

We watch steam
form clouds around us,
alighting over our morning cups.

We stir, refreshed, tasting nectar anew.
Qui?
Qui!
Qui...
Oh... qui

stayed up late,
watched the moon
... an apple & Americano for breakfast,  
whilst baking a cake :)
 Jun 2013 DieingEmbers
Tilly

. even' .
closer    let me
   feel you,      whole,
  as      our darkness
brims full     again
with pearlised
. light .
         

Super Moon June 23rd
Conversely the tiniest thing I've ever written, so, a big noise to go with the Silence fits too
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xOm2fLucQ9g


Enjoy...
as healing energies abound,
our change is constant
Cool
it has Voice action
Thanks Guys....
      
..........I am Afro Man 24/7
I'm ready to do this..........

But it doesn't work
All Mine does is speak
It don't move
Its joints are concrete

......i'm ready to do this
ready to make a Change.......

It has a strong voice
But his body is strange
I can't throw a punch
its position doesn't change

......Beware Evil doers
Your time ends now...........

It talks a good game
but it doesn't act at all
what good is a action hero
If stands up just to fall........
 Jun 2013 DieingEmbers
jerely
You
can
appreciate
love
when
you
truly
know
the
true
meaning
of


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