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Dec 2016 yuki

Mike Hauser

We used to play Cowboys
We used to play Indians
We used to play Pirates
Sailing swift the Caribbean

Now we play worn out Doctors
Accountants counting others millions
Now we play overworked Business Men
Stuck behind cubicles locked inside buildings

We used to climb mountains
Explore backyard jungles
Always at the ready to take
The adventure set before us

Now we set the alarm
Every morning to wake us
Not ready for the adventure
Or where it will take us

We used to fly high like birds
Not knowing our limits
Along the way take what others would say
Knowing they really meant it

Now all we do is drive
Each other insane
Putting up with lie after lie
Day after day

We used to be kids
We used to have fun
Something we seem to have left behind
The day we grew up

Dec 2016 yuki

FREEDOM

Dec 2016 yuki

Sally A Bayan

FREEDOM

A white egret, slowly treads on marshy land...picking food
unafraid, beside a big carabao that munches  grass...

...the tall reeds grow on their own, along riverbanks
........or on wide, unattended, sodden areas
no barbed wires control them from leaning, or sagging
they sway........where the wind goes.

Butterflies, dragonflies, birds
and bees in bright colors, hop on open blossoms
feasting on ripe seeds, nectar, and pollen grains.

and i, am wandering, flying, with these creatures,
perching on top of stalks.....even on carabaos' backs...
i am out there, in the open...swaying with the reeds
while dreams and inspirations spill over.
my mind roams free...no reins, no bounds,
above, and  below....or, even sideways,
i inch, and feel my way
through the breathing,
...and the non-breathing...

i am a poet...i write what i feel...what comes to my mind
i follow rules set before me...though, i have
my own existing rules  inside me...born with me
an innate knowledge of my limitations
as a person, as a parent, as a writer;
what should...and what shouldn't be,
what to reveal...and what to conceal,
how it is to be compassionate...and
how it is to be indifferent.

i am a poet, still hearing my late mother's voice,
emphasizing..."amor propio" and "delicadeza."

an  invisible *** of fresh yellow daffodils,
lives on in my mind...a discretion ingrained in me
a kind of freedom, i opened my eyes to....

Sally

Copyright September 20, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

#freedom #wind #discretion #egretcarabaoreeds #birdsbees

Dec 2016 yuki

It's Cold Out There Tonight

Dec 2016 yuki

Ma Cherie

It's Cold Out There Tonight

It's cold out there tonight make sure your pets and people are inside,
If you have extra room in your house there is no reason for homelessness,
if you can't take them in,
if you could offer a meal or some help,
a ride to somewhere,

Some words advice or places to get help,
nothing is too small when it comes to true kindness.
I was once homeless,
I was given a penny by a sweet young boy,
he so desperately wanted to help,
and I,

At that moment,
I was rich,
and I don't know,
why,
but it might have saved my life.

Ma Cherie © 2016

Help please...❤❤❤

#love #poetry #people #pets #everyone #hearmyvoice #coldoutside

Dec 2016 yuki

0.2 cityscape, he, somewhere

Dec 2016 yuki

koreen

0.2 cityscape, he, somewhere

There was a time when he and I shared the same somewhere.
He walked around the skyscrapers that always watch me and saw the sceneries I stare at every single day. He got lost in the same alleys that I know like the back of my hand, wandered around the streets that hold me when the city is too busy to care about a lonely girl. The same wind that blew through my hair that morning whispered him goodnight that evening, kissed his face like I wish I could have.
If only I was aware and already deeply in love like I am to him now, I would have blown a kiss to the wind and sent it to him. I would have whispered a prayer to the sky and asked it to guide him while he wandered around the city. I hope I could have but I never got the chance to, nor was I aware. Nonetheless, I hope the streets held him like it does to me when I wish he would. I hope he found solace in the city that comforts me whenever I wish I'm exploring it with him.
He may have found the pieces I left in the same ground we have been in but he never found me, nor I him. But maybe, hopefully someday, I'd get lost too in the same place he knows like the back of his hand. And maybe someday I'd really find him in the same somewhere.

I wrote this for tamia. Thank you for the three words, i enjoyed writing this while reminiscing the times when they were here in the same city I live in. I hope you like it and I hope this would remind you of him :)

#love #night #sky #comfort #city #somewhere #place #streets