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Half way down the road..
wandering all by my own
a certain hour of excitement
reaching to my lips
caressing me beneath my chin
& as I close my eyes
I feel the breezy wind romancing
with me to its rim!
Fantasy of my breezy romance.
Rushing through everything
as if I would cease to live
at any moment
burns me out quite often.
Now its time to pause
not to look back or front
Just to be
but nowhere around..
for a while I guess
let's see how it will be!
I guess knowing when and how to pause is very crucial in life.
 Apr 2017 Michael L
brooke
in battle they tell you to push on
grab your gun and move forward, advance.  advance
in one way or another I have always
been told to stop doing the things
that make me, myself--
but for your sake I won't
bring them up, i will avoid
the work, the big words.

we let ourselves where emotions lead
follow willingly into fleeting thoughts,
run desperately where there are lights
where there is sound, where there are others
when we should venture into the night.

Venture. Travel. Traverse. advance.

In battle they tell you onward
pick up your gun and fight, advance, advance
I have always lived up to expectation
until the last moment when i don't
when I have deteriorated into a
little girl, when I am the last straw,
the one that breaks your back (again)
but to bring this up is insufficient
because pretty words don't really
mean what I say or say what I mean,
right?

so our emotions take us where
they please, misguided and
utterly attracted to company
when we should venture into the night.

Venture. Rove. Peregrination.
(c) Brooke Otto 2017
 Apr 2017 Michael L
Sally A Bayan
Come, dance with me...
.....hold my back
lead my arms...my hand
push my fingers
they'll obey
release your power, and
fuel my senses,
......got no room for false pretenses...

I'll let my creative ink flow
inch by inch, i'll move your hands, to draw,
together,  a field of dreams, we shall initiate
while we travel, our efforts will collaborate...
let's dance, fill our sphere with gems of thoughts
**** my pen.....its fire, my fingers will stoke
i'll guide your brush strokes
in painting bright colors on our walks...

lead my hands
as i lead yours...
This giving and taking,
this push and pull stuff,
let's make great art out of it <3
......

Sally

Copyright February  2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
And I know you didn't do this for me, but it's the fact you made it seem like you cared
I know you didn't do it for me, but it gives me hope that something is there
I believe in the Buddha and communism, I love listening to classic Cher
Believe me when I say I'm looking for someone who's gonna care

-E (c) 2017
 Apr 2017 Michael L
Mary-Eliz
Hands raw
from working the land,
back bent
and stooped
he hauls the last load
from the hay fields,
sighing in relief.

The stock will be fed
for
another
winter.

The sun burns
the horizon
as it has his skin
bronzed and glistening
among the wrinkles,
wrinkles
that
furrow
his face
like the fields
he plows
in spring.

Removing his worn
straw hat,
he wipes his brow,
hears her call him
to the evening meal
as she takes
the wash
from the line.

Later
in shadows of night
their silver-streaked heads  
propped
beside each other
in bed,  
their thoughts
struggle
with finances,
wondering
how long they’ll endure.
No words
need to pass,
their minds
are as one.

as sleep approaches,
clasping
hands,
they close
their eyes.

For now

the land is theirs.
 Apr 2017 Michael L
Mary-Eliz
Full
 Apr 2017 Michael L
Mary-Eliz
again
the moon
perched
atop
a darkened
plank of cloud
floating
in iridescent
river of sky

again
the moon
pregnant
with
the sun’s
light
round full
lake of fervor

again
the moon
opalescent
in
the stars’
glimmer
silver frosted
ocean of ecstasy

again

                        the moon...
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