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Turn left and then take the first right
Go straight till find on left a lane
Walk a few paces till comes to your sight
A left turn and one more again!

Take the second one till the eyes meet
The path being broken into two
One goes right and the other to left
Which one to take you got no clue!

Take the left one the right one is blind
Walk for a few minutes more
Count the lampposts six you would find
On the way you cross many a door!

Walk till you reach a broken windowpane
Peeping from there a knowing face
He is the one who can tell the right lane
To be taken to find your address!
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...
I feel 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 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***My hopes are high, Cheryl, one day, we would meet in person...it is like a pledge...like a continuing prayer.***
1

Under the shadows of Albatross wings,

below the cacophonous calamity of

seagulls' unbridled mirth  at breeding time,

for us a secret hideout waits like a dream

far below the sea's foamy weaves

where corals reefs gleam in fluorescent glory

here, you with your nimble fingers would

caress my ****** moments and bring them  alive.

There, day or night makes no difference

for any being, from a sea horse to an ancient turtle.

                         2
A blue light pervades there  like eternity's smile

will you come with me to be my bride for ever?

I'll ask jelly fish to meld a wonderful wedding dress

more silvery than moonbeams falling on the foamy waves

none could ever imagine how it 'd look on your petite figure.

(Oh! for now I and you would forget  that we are perishable)

                                      3
The most peaceful coral castle we'll take over,

make life an extended adventure, play water games with mermaids

dolphins would be our horses, on which we'd gallop to long distances

become innocent like the children of yore, and see truth of life.

On the blue whale's back we'd sunbath, shoot arrows of flying fish,

to low hanging clouds to make copious rain ,  bring the skies down.

A giant squid for a day will be our moving bed, on it we'll bill and coo,

know each other's little whims, like no other man and woman had done,

we'll swim beyond the limits of elements, air, earth, land water and space.

                                     4

Once in a while, we'll come up, to see the sad realities our ilk breeds above,

let us stalk chemical polluters like ghosts, pay them in the same coin,

till they give up, we'll chase trawler boats, that **** all creatures

big and small unconcerned of a holocaust, constantly perpetrated,

takes only what gets them profit, the rest allowed to float dead!

Let's drive away other marauders of sea life, scare the living daylight out of

whale hunters, make sure oil spill will never happen again, even once.
                                 5

when everything is done, we'll grow pleasantly tired

dream an effulgent cloud, the bliss, leave our skin and bones

the old dress tired of us, wanted to say good bye as all others

we'd  become a florescent light, the algae sing at the depths

throughout the seabed; we'll soon be one with the blue eternal.
My
I hold onto
like they're precious

my ego
my anger
my vanity
my dignity
my belief
my faith

miles of them
they would need reams of paper
to be written
and when stacked high
could be seen only
MY.

MY

the self ruthless

wiping out your face!
around are men moving faceless
a blurred streak in the rush
a nonentity with no address
like the man sitting next in the bus!

who looks up and who sees
the lump of one moving mass
like a line of disparate trees
we're men sitting next in the bus!

boarders on traveling wheel
chained in creed and class
who does bother to feel
the man sitting next in the bus!

the world would have been so nice
had mine weighed lesser than us
but who would pay the small price
for the man sitting next in the bus!
 Aug 2014 Left Foot Poet
Sjr1000
We've become a
civilization of diseases
we build
monuments
statues
institutions
thinking death won't ever find
us here.

Our minds are scrambled
our bodies are damaged
our food is poisoned
our skies are toxic
our vices
are forces of processes
beyond our
control.

When we are not humbled
by nature's power
we inflict our wounds
upon ourselves in
the names of greed
and self protection
and no one knows
what it really means.

Fearful of the silence
we fill our skies with
endless noise
babbling on in endless
monotones, droning
while traffic stalls
at a hot stand still
idling engines
idling souls
depletion of every last glimpse
of the past.
Jam packed
in the stench
I am lost today
in
this vitriol
as anxiety, death and desperation
from every corner
screams my name.

That's why I came
to these woods
where the illusion of
peace remains
as
wild fires burn
just down the lane
as you know
as you say
its always been this way
when bodies hung
at every cross-roads
hunger, power, ignorance
and strength
all ran
the show.

I'm sick with
every disease I
know.

I float upon these tranquil
blue waters
and
we are reminded of the peace we all
really can know.
a different town,
on a cold, cold day.
a little sort of,
runaway.

a chance,
to
change,
the view.

to
refresh the mind
to
let it all hang out,
to
slowly unwind.

to
run and play,
while all rugged up,
on a windy beach.
to
listen to gulls,
squabble and screech.
while
i watch my boys
climb on the rocks
and
explore the worlds,
within the pools.

then,
a lunch of,
food sublime,
cooked by hands
other than mine.

family chatter,
over
coffee and milkshakes.
a delectable
kiwi and tequila
baked cheesecake.

some time spent walking
in the park,
testing swings
and  
sliding down,
all manner of things.
before,
going to the movies
to sit in the dark
(so warm and snoozable)
and watch...
the blue genie play,
on this robin william's
memorial day...

then,
more coffee.
a quick pit stop
and
the drive on, home.
all refreshed and renewed,
after our runaway roam.
sometinea it is nice to leave
it all behind for a day....
even if it is only a couple of towns down the road.
and we found a indie movie
theatre running robin williama films all day... wirh procceds going to a suicide
prevention line.
to my way of thinking,
we are all poets.
even, if it is...
just for the briefest
moments, of time,
when the words allign
perfectly..and then,

poetic nirvana,
               the release of ,
                   the mudane mind.
Captain's Log,
rough seas this morning
as we sailed into
Port Hangover
first mate Asprin taking double shift
as is galleymate Coffee. Unable to make headway against megrim winds.
Also having difficulty navigating nausea reef,
may need to run aground
on Throwasickie island
as vision is becoming blurred.
Put present difficulties
down to attack of tannins, whilst sailing
wide red wine sea,
last watch.
an older work... but appropriate for this morning
after sinking a few too more than i should last night....
could some one stop that banging in my head...oh it's my heartbeat...nevermind...
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