A poet writes
about truths,
what is, and what is not...
a poet writes about nature,
people....the sun, moon and stars,
a poet dares to feel...to see the whole world...


A poet writes...
to vent his/her own shares of  joy
of agony...and aches...miseries...afflictions
as well as those of the others'
a poet reads...sees through someone else's eyes,
face...words...voice...and actions...

A poet writes,
to euphemize the sharp truths and facts in life
make them less painful to the ears
to at least, soften the pointed edges of every trial...to hurt less
to pad the impact of a fall...from frustration and despair
and, through words...encourage one...to rise...when fallen...

A poet writes
to cite reasons...so a hurting one would believe again
have faith in life...in love...again
to reach out...to those who have gone far, in the dark
and take them back to the fold ...of the bright side...

A poet writes...
to tell the woes of those oppressed
the world over
those tortured...violated...and killed
of children abused
their future stolen away from them...

A poet writes
of how nature has been exploited...and maltreated
how human beings
would one day disappear,
how nature...would be around.......no matter what...

A poet is sensitive
observant
and vigilant...
A poet is compelled to see and tell all truths...
truths of yesterday...those that are here now...happening
and those of tomorrow.....and beyond...
All these,
A poet must write...
...nothing more
...and nothing less...


Sally

Copyright January 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



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where the conformity sees a

(blank page)

we see scarlet letters and ink
of hues unimaginable . those
who don't know what it's like
to fight origami dragons, thin
as wafts of ***** smoke, the
wings of which having the po-
wer to knock their worlds to
the next millennium and the
flaming jaws to crush chrod-
mum skulls to powder . those
stars of their scales tell tales .
of woe . the beat of their heat
like a tribal drum from Hades
but all the conformity sees is

(blank page)

we see billions of suns already
extinguished . wraiths of cloud
wrapping around the tip of our
pen . we see . android humans
and human ai's cannot . we are
given a unique ability as poets
we make something blank into
beauty . ugliness . banality into
exquisite expression . cheers!!!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/2/2016

This is The Song!
It just came bursting out of me!
You can't imagine the MUSIC!
JUST GLORIOUS!
Try to put in your mind all
The old standard Hymns
and give them a twist...


VICTORIOUS!

When I was filled with doubt and fear
I felt You not - no Presence near

I was burdened - world worn
T'was then I was, by faith, reborn.

T'was then I fell upon the cross
T'was then I knew all was not lost!
T'was then I knew the Lord's Decrees
T'was then I fell upon my knees.

Through those dark days
and tortured nights
When I had lost the will to fight

T'was then the light so blinded me
All I could say was, "GOD SAVE ME!"

T'was then i saw You standing tall!
T'was YOU! My God. My All in All.
T'was then I knew I'm doubly blessed
T'was then I stood

VICTORIOUS!

And Christ will STAND AS KING AGAIN!
I cannot wait until that when!

He'll stand as King. Yes. Of this world!
His banner bright. His flag unfurled.

He'll stand a Monarch - fair and just...
He'll stand as God.

VICTORIOUS.


SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015
All rights protected

have minds like rabbits
and drink black

COFFEE!


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SoulSurvivor
(C) 12/29/2015