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When anger and hatred
flow through your veins,
let love reign.
On gentle Spring nights when
memories haunt you like
the lost dead,
let love reign.
When stress and confusion
overwhelm you and the
future seems as
uncertain as a roll
of the dice,
let love reign.

When you think God is
a grand prankster and
it feels like an
eternal winter in
your heart,
let love reign.
When the pictures remind
you of times long gone,
and the mirror is
a hard place to live,
let love reign.

If you get lost,
like I do in a
poem or a song,
let love reign.
In my dreams, I will
see you, and kiss you,
and hold you forever,
and there will be no
good-byes
only good mornings,
if we let love reign.
Here is a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbj9bj58Txw
Our scent of
Nostalgia
Would be a
Best seller
Let's
Get a degree
In chemistry
And craft
A masterpiece
What's your favorite?
The truth
lies
in the mouth
of a politician
My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me
Angels humming quietly
Soft melody of the divine
Song in children’s happy laughter
travel up through clouds and rain
to gates of cherry blossoms sky.
Melody of love and sadness
In the hearts of everyone.
Deeply hidden in baby’s innocence.
Going all life long
Till in old men broken smile.


Shell ✨🐚
Yesterday my aunt lost her only child.
Suddenly, unexpectedly.
So much sadness.
She is  inconsolable
Dark December for many.
RIP Marlon.
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Jan. 13, 2014
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a  flawless poem

if such there were,
will always be,
the next one

my poor soul,
my rag tag heart
has no censor,
so careless, reckless,
as if words were but
frivolous treasures,
easy spent, easy get

if only, how I wish I
could harvest my best,
with golden cutlery excise
the single flawless poem,
that I know is in my possess

lay down this hand so weary
from cupping tears,
be satisfied at long last,
so much so,
that when my casket lowered,
hands in repose companioned,
clutching his best, easing his rest,
a paper record to join his dust
with ash,
his flawless poem,

at longest last
is a delightful pleasuring, to be equally enjoyed by the giver as well as the recipient


say it slow, like it is a well chewed, tastefully
delivered morsel, let it hang in the air so
it is available to all, and greet it with the
precisely perfect response like an old dearest friend, recovered & uncovered once more, with the well considered, perfectly constructed and fine elegance of a


welcoming
midnight 10/24/24
 Nov 12 Sally A Bayan
Amelia
creation
maybe, isolation

that I'm in this kind of flow
learning and re-learning more within

disbelief,
needed a reason
chaos deciphered

tickles me
a eureka moment
maybe
this is how I currently love myself the most
defining "happy" and realizing I knew how to be happy all this time lol
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