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 Nov 2015 Jimmy Hegan
Traveler
My guitar is my voice
My lyrics my leads
Singing and dancing
Sets my heart free

In the kichen
I'm a star
At the party
Open mic's
At the bar

I can't sing
But I sure can play
Karaoke singers
Trying to get laid


Like a howling wind
My guitar whispers and moans
Unlike the Wilburys
I travel alone

And play-on I shall
With the coming of night
With the stars all in motion
Creativity in flight...
Traveler Tim
re to 2-18
 Nov 2015 Jimmy Hegan
Tryst
Beneath Parisian skies she lies
In slumber, dreaming in her bed
Of yore gold leaves burned autumn red,
As cobbled streets cold rumors spread
Reciting her demise.

As summer hides from prying eyes
And winter looms to take her stead,
A fallen queen will raise her head
And cobbled streets rejoice to tread
Beneath Parisian skies.
~~~a  repost~~~
(For Cheryl Love)


I am on this part of the world
while you are there on the other side
an enormous sea stands between us.
We are both just tiny specks from where we stand
it is not a high wall that separates us-
but giant waves and scary
windstorms,
an ocean of strong currents existing.

And yet, we speak, we think, like
we are just a few minutes drive away
it's like you're just next door
a matter of three knocks away
we chat and we laugh cheerfully
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.

These physical barriers that separate us
couldn't hinder us from smiling
Only a few words spoken
would send us laughing
we see ourselves on skype
the gleeful sound of our  giggles
is unstoppable and contagious
for we giggle just about anything
Our mouths never close,
there is always something to discuss
something to laugh about
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.

We radiate positive energy
we vibrate with pleasant thoughts
dwelling on hopes that
one day we would meet in person.
We shall have long talks
we shall have long walks
we shall cook
we shall make beads
everything...we shall do together
we won't run out of things to do together,
like the day would never end,
like the sun would never set...

Though far apart,
the music of our giggles
shall play on and on
in our hearts
in our minds
in our ears.

There is no doubt,
our friendship, our music would live on
like the day would never end
like the sun would never set.


Sally


Copyright August 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(my hopes are high, Cheryl...one day, we would meet in person...
...it is like a pledge...a continuing prayer...)
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