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blue jeans are made of these
  1. Belt loops
  2. Rivets
  3. Perhaps patches on the
     knees
  4. Zippers
  5. Button fly instead
  6. Frayed ends from
     countless days on end
  7. Indigo dye
  8. Dried blood that never
     came out
  9. White paint speckled
     about
10. All the memories made
11. Treasures that were
      blue jean made
  Feb 2021 Sally A Bayan
Mrs Timetable
Declared myself missing
Posted a reward for my return
Found myself
Collected the reward
And ....
The check bounced
Some days are easier if you skip them all together😂
Sally A Bayan Feb 2021
(10w x 4)

<3  <3  <3

Why do lovers
find coherence
in whispered
silly sweet nothings,

even just
the warm breath
of the one
who whispers,

every "ha?" and "hmm?
uttered
means the universe
to both...

there is more than
coherence
when gazes meet
and lock...
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(who needs words?)
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sally b


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
  February 14, 2021
Happy Valentine's Day to all, esp. the lovebirds!
  Feb 2021 Sally A Bayan
Sk Abdul Aziz
A setback is never the end of the world...rather it is an opportunity to make a spectacular comeback.
Sally A Bayan Feb 2021
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Odds are...one, or two in ten,
the easy feel of a Sunday morning
can be ruined...a wrong move, or,
a wrong word, hits a raw nerve, and
wakens dormant embers of anger.

It makes one sweat even in January,
when it's usually cold and breezy.

Cooler minds patiently try to
neutralize tension-filled moments,
they soften rigid tempers, painting
light blue over red...it's like defusing
a bomb that would explode soon,
it's like treading, tiptoeing on thin ice,
it's a sink-or-swim thing...

Blowing off hot steam takes long...it's
hard to keep warm spaces in between,
when frozen, stinging air from the
past...lingers still

How exhausting! but it can be most rewarding,
when cold winds take over, to heal angered,
hardened hearts...when the warmth of
peace steadily creeps, and conquers all.
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"Pass the pastis, please," i spoke
to myself, as i raised both legs on my bed,
so relieved, a storm had passed.
it was good to be in my room,
alone...



sally b


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 8, 2021
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