Firefly

Mar 2015

Poetic T

She could never stare, would
Never face that which showed
Despair, it looked back through
All the scars seen but never there.

Beauty was distorted In this
representation of self, Its features
Falsified, an empty reflection
Void of seeing what was truly
There.

She brushed her hair, with eyes
Turned away, not seeing that
Which was denied, which was
her beauty. She only a violation
Of ego of self Loathing in a
Reflection that she never looked
Upon, It was dead to her never
Will she look upon It neither stare.

A reflection can breed hate in ones self..

#self #depression #hate #reflection #asteem

Mar 2015

Poetic T

I`m Godless For A Reason

I do not see that which others
Do see, blindly do they follow,
Am I the fool or is it thee.

I follow no one but myself, not
Imagined to belive in some thing
Unseen, but I know that the strength
I have comes from me.

I will not folllow that which tells me
That which I can do and see, to believe
In others is the only thing that is real
As they belive in me.

I will not be the sheep that follows
The shepard, as what he does not
Say is you are the meat, the bone, there
Are many that will follow but many
Are just meat.

I follow my own path, not what
Others tell me is right in a book,
That i should follow there word as
It is the right path for me.

I have strengh not in that which I
Can not see, but in me and those
That are close, I am not godless
  I just belive in me.

Mar 2015

Joel M Frye

Plunge

We're both aware that I'll be first to go,
but don't think for a minute that I'm done
with life and time. Although end game's begun
there's too much left, too many things to show
the daughters, sons, the grandchildren, and you.
The few uncurdled dreams we still might grasp
and reach, the promises that will not lapse
expired, without redemption will come true
in what years we have left. Let's make our plans,
adapt to new realities, accept
the finish of the roller-coaster ride,
dismount regretfully, again to stand
on solid ground, content to know we kept
what fragments tired love and peace provide.

I've been told it won't be for a while, but it will be. So it goes.

Mar 2015

Sally A Bayan

RIVERS

(haiku x 3)

Life is a river
we swim, we drift...a cycle
of rising...falling.

equanimity
is ******* soft riverbed
we reel....sometimes drown,

we give up, they dry
we fight...we breathe....rivers flow!
ripples do follow.

Sally
Copyright March 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

***while writing these haikus, I thought of a friend, Harlon Rivers.***

#life #rivers #cycle #ripples #equanimity

Mar 2015

Sally A Bayan

A L P E N G L O W

(the hours in between)

It is the morning after reuniting, wining and talking...the stirring of the curtains transparent, become slow moving hands and calming whispers of a hypnotist, blending perfectly with the gentle whiff of a breeze...and the soft sounds of one who has just woken...a hint of a breath of life...there is much gratitude.....these early morning whispers could still be heard...quietude is a swaying hammock, but sleepy eyes peep through the window, gazing far, enthralled by the horizon...red, orange, purple.....merging.....against green and brown of the mountains...and from all these mix of colors, finally emerges a sky so blue...a new day is born, the Almighty is most kind...but something else unsettles the mind of one who has gone through many arduous journeys...asking:
"How did I fare"? Can I still...? Will I...?"

Now shining bright is a list of
Things yet to happen...intentions---
Disguised as questions.
Though this has long been conceptualized,
There's this pressing feeling, they must now be prioritized
Pray they soon be realized
Before exit from this world has materialized.

Can I still -
Be brave enough to swim? drive a car? ride a bike?
Meet with distant friends? learn new languages?
Write with more depth, even when I turn 80... and older?
Fly in a plane with my son as the pilot in command?
See my granddaughters finish college?

Will I still be able -
To satisfy this wanderlust endlessly stirring within me?
To ride a camel in the deserts of Morocco?
To feel the sun, the air, even the rain, while walking the cobbled streets in Tuscany?
To spend an evening in Florence?
To visit Greece, Spain, Ireland, Wales, and relive stories read?
To feel and breathe the air there, brimming with adventure?

We walk through various labyrinths in life, so absorbed in our own worlds...hours, days, become prosy, they move oh, so slowly.......still, when the dark is upon us, we sit and reflect...wondering:

Will we see another day unfold before us?
Do we get to witness
The Blue Hours of another sunrise and sunset,
And further be enchanted by the day's breath-taking
A L P E N G L O W ?

How many more
A L P E N G L O W S ?

Sally

Copyright August 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#list #sunset #wanderlust #sunrise #almighty #alpenglow

Mar 2015

Quinchet

Shine Together

I don't want to out shine you.
Just want to be your friend

I want to embrace all of you
share all I have within.

Lets bring out the best in each other
Not tare each other to pieces.

I can be evil too..
But I don't want to talk down on you!

You don't shine any brighter throwing dirt on her name or mocking her misfortunes or smirking at her shame. Its you who is a sad shell of a woman. So before you judge her and shred her name remember..

All that you are comes from what you've been through so imagine the strength it takes coming from the bottom or standing up when you've repeatedly fallen.

Look in the mirror do you love everything you see? Are you all you intended to be?

Why not build someone up instead of tare them apart..

Isn't enough breaking us down every day, leaving us in the dark.

Its time we accept our place as women. Come together without Competition. We all have strengths we can share our wisdom and when we are weak need a compassionate ear to listen.