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Sally A Bayan Sep 2022
A cold midnight wind blows.
underneath a moon glow,
silhouettes of leaves, sway
with an enchanting grace,
while “Sabor A Mi” plays.


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© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 21, 2022
Sally A Bayan Sep 2022
It would be nice to face death
while being loved, not broken
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while being held, not alone,
not sinking in a cold silence
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while drowning in laughter
and not in tears,
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while hair, though mostly gray,
still glows with love’s rays.
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while dismissing the grieving
of those we shall be leaving
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nothing could be braver,
it would be easier,
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to accept, to welcome death
while in deep slumber's breath.
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sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
September 11, 2022
This poem was born after I read "DEATH WISH"
by LORI JONES McCAFFERY. Thanks, Lori!
I do not plan to exit meekly.
I aim to be drug into that twilight
Tightly clutching the shirt-tails of my life
Hanging on by teeth and toenails.
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I love living and never want to quit.
Lean me up against the sunset
. . . one last time
I will gaze into the days it has given me
. . . one last time
I will ride its chariots
of fire
. . . one last time
For into the light
I give my soul
. . . the last time
“where summer’s bronzes dull and sink”

the trees are like
wet coat hangers,
holding up the leaves,

my cat is frosty like
an october morn,
sleeping on the sill,

everything is dripping
like a wet pair of
jeans taken out of the wash,

the sky wears its greys
of cloud, dim and dramatic
it opens summer eyes.
To win every argument
Kindles feelings of triumph
Delight in obtaining a small victory

Thrills over getting the better
Of a friend, acquaintance or fellow-being

There is a warmth of self-satisfaction
Fueling persistence
To be correct
Regardless of fact or fiction

Simple daily discussions become
Debates, disputes and sparring
That must have only one outcome
You prevail!

There must be a winner
And it must be YOU
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