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 Dec 2015 Firefly
Sally A Bayan
(Reach Out!)


Carols and cold winter whispers
Fill the snowy atmosphere
Curtain sparkles,
trees and lanterns
Bring light in these times of short nights,
Short tempers, when expected moments are nigh
And away, they suddenly fly...
Think "warm," think thousands of fireflies
Let us have a much needed rest
From WARS, DEATH, pain, bitterness, sadness
For now, forget anger, revenge, despair, hatred, sorrow
Think away from us, far from ourselves, let our minds roam
Let our minds gravitate towards the children of the world
Their innocent smiles, lost in this cruel, mad, world...
A heart broken, is a pale comparison to those children's sufferings...
Why not let our laughter and our giggles,
With good wishes and hopeful thoughts, mingle...
Let these positive vibes fill the world, saturate the air
Let us ponder, write of happy moments, with flair...

Beam with a SMILE,
Be contagious,
Reach out,
Make the world SMILE!

We are all connected deep inside
We are seated side by side,
Everyday, we join a trip
In this vessel called
F R I E N D---S H I P.

LET US LIVE, REVIVE, AND SPREAD THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT AND HOLIDAY CHEERS.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A VERY PEACEFUL NEW YEAR TO ONE AND ALL!!!

LOVE TO ALL-

Sally


Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


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***no offense to those of  us who are heartbroken, my heart goes to you, I feel for you, but let us be selfless just for once, and be happy just this once...***
 Dec 2015 Firefly
Earl Jane
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(Earl Jane Nagley)

i.

My sweetest king,
I am here waiting for you,
I clasp on to our love.

ii.

All my life I’ve been searching for you,
Now I have you in my arms,
I’ll never let you go.

iii.

Don’t be weary my love,
Let my love kiss your fears away,
My warmth as assurance I’ll stay.

iv.

My eyes wander in the skies,
As my heart shouts your name,
I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet.

v.

Oh my darling,
No matter how long it will take,
I’ll take all risk, just to be with you.

vi.

So soon my soulmate,
Our patience in love will be rewarded,
We’ll be together, forever.

vii.

When we’ll meet,
I’ll enclose you tight,
Nothing will ever take us apart.





(Brandon Nagley)

viii.

Mine saccharine select
I'm here mine pet;
I grasp thy breath.

ix.

All mine day's
I've groaned in pains;
Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace.

x.

Now thou art here
Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's;
For comfort hast given me a home in thee.

xi.

O' love, lover, queen
O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet;
Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity.

xii.

If it takes a thousand light year's
Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near;
As tis eternity I wilt be with thou.

xiii.

On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room,
Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon.

xiv.

We shalt meeteth
O' we shalt meeteth;
And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul.



© Earl Jane - Brandon Collaborations
♥ Lovers Incorporated
third collab with my king Brandon <3
awwww, i really love your part my king, soo amazing!!! i love you soo much! sorry for my ****** part
 Dec 2015 Firefly
Saira Banu
When you're  15 and in love, there is a lot we're prepared for,
Forever tinted with a slight blush,  
The mind pivoting around a single constant,
A place we call home.
When you're 15 and you say forever,  
Your heart wells up at the idea of it,
Elaborate plans seem sane,
The horizon seems welcoming,
Accompanied by warmth, a sense of belonging,
The sun forever rising on what seems like a supposed eternity,
When you're 15 and you make promises,
You swear to yourself that you'll keep them,
While somewhere deep inside, a subconscious laughs,
And the supposed naïveté ,
The lingering doubt.  
When you're 15 and in love, it's so easy to believe,
Almost like we're waiting to believe,
In someone, in something , that finally makes us feel alive.
But when you're 15 and in love,
There's so much youre not prepared yourself,
Not equipped for a day, we both simply cease to exist,
Not prepared for an eventuality where we no longer fall back,
On the quiet solace of companionship,
When you're  15 and in love,
You're not prepared for your heart finally feeling like an *****,
Void of feelings,
And not an emotion.
Reduced to the mere act of pumping blood,
Unable to pump away the moments, filter away the pain,
You're not prepared for your lungs feeling arbitrary,
The mere act of breathing, reduced to existing,
Inhaling in a plethora of unfamiliar scents,
Reeking of disappointment and broken hearts,
The lungs expanding under the weight of our inhibitions,
Gasping for air with a feverish desire.
When you're 15 and in love,
You're not sure how,
To erase the memories,
Of something that has probably never been there,
Of something that has existed within the mere folds,
Of your heart, tucked amidst the other broken desires, unfulfilled dreams,
That never took flight, and never will,
When you're 15 and in love, you know this would end,
But never quite prepared for how,
When you're 15 and in love we never quite knew,
How it'd be,
To be 15 and not in love.
Strange music
from the wayside shrine
wind
the wind at prayer
'tis in the mind
creative brain
mankind 

Belief in devils
gods and kings
all kinds of things
mankind

Dare devil deeds
and sudden wars
misunderstandings
mankind

Polluted forests
human waste
fills all the waterways
rots vegetation
blind
mankind

Dreamed Utopias
when our earth is one
soon to be gone
mankind                                  

Margaret Ann Waddicor 19th May 2013.
Snowy sentiments silted up
the soft sediment of my senses,
sifting silently my dreams
of sensitive seduction,
solely to send my thoughts to shores
with coloured sands and stunning steep sights
with sweeps of sea, that swell so high
the sun scintillates the surface spray
shimmering and shining,
spreading over the horizon,
as the soughing of the wind swings seagulls,
swooping serenely southwards,
past the slabbery seashells
and slap-happy waves that swish up the beach,
soporifically smudging seaweeds
against the sleeping surface
of the smooth glacial rocks,  
spattering silky foam in spots
of saffron-tinted shapes, over their structures,
surreptitiously sinking into the saline cracks.

Margaret Ann Waddicor February 2013.
Tried to do it all in s's!
We are the elements toys 
played with by the will of the winds 
our seasons come and go as theirs do 
we are fruitful in youth
matured in old age 
sometimes we fall too soon 
before we're ripe 
at other times we rot on the tree

we have almost as much say in the matter 
as an apple 
our very nature 
governing much of what happens to us 
freak meetings 
from them develop blights or flights of fancy 
swinging with the patterns of the seasons 
fixed in the mud of convention 

unless we're free 
free of the world's moral codes 
yet keeping to those of worth 
existing as best we can under the heavens 
on this beautiful crust of earth 
until we meld into 
and become again 
a part of its make up 
in harmony with its ecosystem

Margaret Ann Waddicor 15th September 2015
I have so many poems on nature, she is my teacher.
3
Revolving, evolving
this earth its changing coat
a flower
Let's oftener talk of noble deeds
and rarer of the bad ones,
and sing about our happy days
and not about the sad ones.
We are not made to fret and sigh,
and when grief sleeps, to wake it,
bright happiness is standing by
this life is what we make it.

Let's find the sunny side of men.
Or be believer in it
a light there is in every soul
that takes the pains to win it,
Oh; there is slumbering good in all,
and we perchance may wake it.
Our hands contain the magic wand,
this life is what we make it.

Then here's to those whose loving hearts
shed light and joy about them
thanks to them for countless gems
we ne'er had known without them:
Oh; this should be a happy world,
to all who may partake it.
The fault's our own if it is not
this life is what we make it.
This is one of her poems, I have seen only one other, she didn't write poetry, was a mathematics teacher, and a great person.
 Dec 2015 Firefly
Francie Lynch
On this day
We share the notion
That a Child
Born long ago,
Called us home
To live as children;
We hear our name,
We're not alone.

          Gather round,
          Sit at our table;
          Stretch your arms
          Increase, expand.
          Bless our children,
          Bless our parents,
          Count our Blessings
          While we can.

For today
We share believing
That the Child
From long ago,
Called us home
We are the children,
We heard our names,
Never alone.

          Gather round,
          Sit at our table,
          Stretch your arms,
          Increase, expand;
          Bless your children,
          Bless your parents,
          Count your Blessings
          While you can.

Borne on the promise
Of a notion,
On the promise
Of a seat;
By our Love
And our Devotion
To the Living Son,
Our Living Feast.
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