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Feb 2017 · 865
While Walking...
Sally A Bayan Feb 2017
...the dusty road, wearing a sombrero,
i saw a chained monkey in the middle of
the road...under the heat of the sun,
its eyes seemed numbed, as visitors
gifted it with bananas and other foods...
was the monkey bored?
tired of watching people come and go?
day in, day out?
what if it rains? it has no roof above its head...
where does it sleep?

i wondered why, from the door jamb
where i stood, there exists
another door, smaller upon sight,
and another...and another...and another....
i was accosted by an endless series of doors...
what lies at the end?
is there an end to these succession of doors?
what could be its purpose?
i wondered about that reason....

i wondered...why the pathways
ahead, left side, and right,
involved going high, then low,
so you go up, then down...
you get used to its rhythm,
to the  practice of going up, then down,
holding your breath,
grasping for a post to hold on to,
if and when you lose your balance...
you assume on what is to follow,
you are about to take a step forward
and you'll be surprised....your next step,
...............could be fatal....
you would expect a set of steps going down...
but, there are none...you're inches away
from the end of the ledge.....you stare
at the ground....from where you stand
......there's nothing there
........just an assumed fall..
............if you had been a fool...

these temples, with countless, endless
steps and doors, radiate with wisdom,
offered to us...right in front of our faces..
we just have to be keen...be perceptive...
be able to discover...and learn, before a fall
occurs...

i walked away from these walls and stairs,
tired...sweating...my knees aching......but,
with my wonderings............waning......


Sally

Copyright January 31, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 2017 · 398
Rock Salt
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
(10w x 3)

:::::
people see in you
what you wish them to see
:::::

:::::
but your mirrors don't lie,
truth radiates
its own light...
:::::

:::::
you may show rock salt,
.......i still see sugar granules
:::::
:::::

Sally


Copyright January 31, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 2017 · 698
Inside Angkor Wat..
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
(a temple complex)

The ruins seemed indomitable than ever,
the concrete walls looked like they'll survive
no matter what...
the tree trunks are gaining more layers
getting taller...wider...older,
aging doesn't seem to bother them
their spirits live on, and rule
generation after generation...
i believe, even the moat that surrounds,
and safeguards the temples,
has its own spirit as well...

my hands touched the concrete walls at Ta Prohm
all felt strong, and unconquerable,
and i thought of my own human walls
i have fought, i still fight...they must not crumble...
i struggle...so my walls wouldn't fall
when a huge steaming net of uncertainty
melts my confidence, and a strong fever enfolds me,
and possesses me...

i saw those monks, unburdened, seemingly bold
walking lightly, sweating, while their soft orange clothes,
moved with the gentle breeze that blew from the moat
cooling whoever,  whatever was about to implode...
i thought, the blending of the heat and cold
could delay, or counter the breaking of any wall...

during that moment of scorching heat,
anybody could've given in...the wind was so cool
i almost jumped into the King's Pool
The vast moat surrounding the temples
kept beckoning...to anyone, to me, to play the fool...


Sally


Copyright January 29, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(lyrical outbursts while driving around... breathing high and low within, ...walking up and down, in and out, of the Angkor Wat and Ta Prohm temples...)
Jan 2017 · 245
I Do Not Wish...
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
.....to ask, for more
than what this current moment offers...
it's enough to know, to feel anew
this experience, that seems so new,
to hear, how a voice emits a tone of confidence
that is so contagious, makes me oblivious
of the miles....the distance that separates...
to talk about common choices, over and over
to recall the past, with a different perspective...

i saw a row of flags in red, blue, yellow and white,
and, i chose the green one...
..............fear must not interfere...
i now look ahead...

i'd rather not think of, "what ifs" this time around
i'd rather be pleased........and be content
there are more reasons to  smile
more moments to look forward to...

words have been writ, i have read
words have been uttered, i have heard
and so...i open my arms
peacefully...willingly
in accepting these miracles....

"...i see myself here...right now,
content............thankful
i'm no longer there,
where i had been,
yet...glad........i'd been there...

i am filled with gratitude..."

Sally

Copyright January 18, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 2017 · 268
Hushed Declarations
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
(a repost, from 2014)



two hands,
reach and hold,
entwine...reassure...

the eyes meet,
speak without words...

hearts beat
in one rhythm...
beating faster,
breath upon breath
as
two lips
press upon each other,
intense kisses ensuing...

feet,
in a huddled language,
toes, touching

two bodies,
sharing warmth,
sharing love,
sharing moments sublime...
immeasurable bliss,
undeniably
~~~d i v i n e~~~


Sally


Copyright January 28, 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 2017 · 689
I Am Far From the Woods...
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
....and nowhere near the sea................yet,
there is much around me, to pamper my soul...
i stand in the middle of the backyard
facing the old, mossy concrete fence...
a shady jackfruit tree greets me,
ninety degrees to my left, a tall breadfruit tree
towers over me...both, are with a fruit...or three...
further back, a young coconut tree grows taller,
bends towards the spiky pomelo branches
and completes the square of a hunting arena,
a mess hall for creatures...in the heat of day,
or in the cold of the night...
::::::::
Then, there are these small corners
on the left and right sides of the house
where sunrise peeks, and sunset dips,
smiling, in the morning, in shades of yellow,
tints of red, purple and blue on late afternoons...
a night sky eventually looms, and further enchants
when an ivory, or creamy moon rises,
in soft-toned glow,..waxing, or waning
......half, full, or crescent-shaped...
::::::::
i could fill this page with neighbors i co-exist with,
both human, and otherwise, brightly colored, furry,
or dark-skinned...could be friendly.....or unfriendly
they make me sad...giggle...sometimes, angry,
they amaze me...they all fill my days with wonder
each time I wander
within the corners and walls
that attest to my presence
safely propped,
by the steel beams.......of my existence...

::::::::

Sally


Copyright January 12, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 2017 · 1.6k
Blackbird
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
(Haikus)

pale sky weeps stead'ly,
frozen tears soundlessly fall
white blanket...rises...

lone red-winged blackbird,
flies through dropping snow...eyes roam
.............towards kitchen eave...

blackbird finds shelter
whisks snowflakes off its body,
roosts..........and folds its wings...

a lone soul watches
smiles...as blackbird settles in
hot brew warms the soul...

(Dec. 17, 2016)



Sally

Copyright December 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 2017 · 278
Temptations Haikus
Sally A Bayan Jan 2017
They're white flags...waving,
on stretched dreary nights, til morn,
when breeze blows stead'ly...

they're screened slideshows of
dreamed moments......a face, a name,
tease the aching  heart...

thoughts of what's not here
stir the mind and the senses,
when eyes are closed shut

sober moments break,
pieces shimmer in the dark
................serenity fades...

i look up...beg, that
my dreams and wishes, become
miracles...from God...


Sally


Copyright January 6, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
...are showers that come in april, unexpected;
sparks and bursts of fireworks that overwhelm
a new year's eve...and revivify a lethargic world,
with sweet music that plays on, and on, and on...
...cup brims with adjectives that speak wonderfully
of the purest of emotions, like an invisible smile
of the heart, or, a smile too shy, but can't be hid
while imagining first times, face to face situations...
...verbs and adverbs give truth to action, and reaction,
like the soft, sweet giggles that start, when hearing
a voice, or a new accent...the pounding of the heart,
when the phone rings, and conversation flows easy
and honest, time doesn't matter anymore...voices
go soft, then loud, yet, still charming and melodic;
the whispered weary sighs sighed when waiting, or
when goodnights, or temporary goodbyes are
uttered....all are vividly felt, and heard...

...these spurts and blasts of joy,
are sources of metaphors...they capture
the essence of moments sublime...giving them
life and color, making them last in one's memory...

...it is a God-given moment, when true feelings
are manifested...recognized....and appreciated...
ink refuses to run dry, when reliving in writing,
incomparable moments of joy....


Sally

Copyright December 31, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!!  
LOVE AND PEACE,TO ALL.
Dec 2016 · 2.3k
MNEMONIC
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
Mnemonic...

Over my mug of steaming coffee,
...i see cookies and a fruit...sliced,
to freshen my breath after my coffee break....

one glance...

one unexpected glance, took me back... to
when i decided to do something for myself,
to be happy.....and to be somebody....but,
finally....i fought the desire, to be defiant...
those awakenings, and newfound feelings,
still haunt my evenings...the hurting, somewhat
changed me, and my beliefs.......i realized that,

at some point in one's life, a chance moment
unfolds on a landing...clear to the eyes...on a mission,
to change attitudes...to erase wrong impressions,
triggered by unpleasant experiences....i have also
discovered....at the right time, somebody comes,
......like an angel with hidden wings...to soften
our hardened minds....to melt our frozen hearts,
ease our tensed opinions...offer us a healing balm.
sometimes, a place, or a face, becomes a kind of paper
that can't be crumpled, or destroyed...so hard to forget.
anyone...anything, that strikes the heart hard,
easily comes back, with the slightest reminder,
catches you..........unprepared....

this fruit on the table, in silence, it just sits there,
...unaware of its being mnemonic...doesn't matter,
if it's fresh, rotten, or candied...a plum, apple or pear
....................would prompt me, to remember,
over my mug of steaming coffee...


Sally


Copyright July 27, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Dec 2016 · 757
Let me...
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
fill your sight, with bright, fragrant tannenbaums,
smile, and i'll try to clear the lines on your palms...
i'd speak to destiny, save you from fateful roads
allay your fears, as waves of changes affect today's world...
let me streak the Heavens with star-shaped lightnings
create festive skies, over dark, fiery spots persisting.
i would seek all you downtrodden, despondent ones
whoever, wherever you are...wave my hand more than once
to paint your dimming minds, with Christmas dust of gold,
green and red...i'd make you believe, miracles do unfold.
remember your dreams, let me lift your dying hopes,
what's best for you will come, when time is right.....just,

listen close, hear the softened clatter of my little hoof
soon, i'd be landing on your snow-covered roof
then slide down your chimney....
watch me
as i stand carefully....whisking soot
from my red suit...

your doubts and fears must perish
sad and mirthful moments, you must cherish,
weep no more, look up to the sky,
you are all children of Christmas, raise your eyes
regardless of age and color...beliefs, or faiths
some wishes are granted, some have to wait,
i got presents in my sack, other than your desires,
some pleasant tidings, to set your sagging spirit afire...
o, sad, broken and orphaned hearts, do not despair,
keep your faith alive, have patience...trust!
other days can be Christmas,
though it may not be December...........just,

listen close, hear the softened clatter of my boots
watch me, as i rise, whisking soot from my red suit
bearing gifts from the One up there...to last all seasons
just keep in mind....He's the Reason, for the Season...


Sally

Copyright December 16/16
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
.....reflecting on the reason for the season..
Merry Christmas to everyone!!!
Dec 2016 · 456
Melted Snow
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
(10W X 3)

Snow covers the grass...now,
Like frozen tears, melting
Graying...

Fallen dry leaves...trapped,
Buried underneath white,
Cold wind bites.....

Sunlight dazzles,
Brownish grass breathes,
Crystal meltings flow,
They sparkle...


Sally

Copyright December 19, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...out in the cold, watching snow melt, setting grass free...
Dec 2016 · 776
Evergreens
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
Human beings are like trees,
given a time to exist, and a time to cease...
some easily give in to gusty winds
others are strong and determined...
some people are like the evergreens,
dancing with the music of every season,
enduring the penetrating cold,
standing tall in front...behind,
and amongst naked trees...
***** or leaning, their strength seems unwaning, endless,
unless downed for selfish, heartless purposes...
they breathe life proudly,
they exude energy
amidst dormancy...

We...are like the trees in a vast green woods
there're  skeleton trees that have surrendered,
and have leaned lower, further down;
people, like the evergreens,
bravely sway with the freezing wind,
while holding on to the ground...
but...everyone, everything has a time to give in...
the beautiful clashing of earthy brown and verdant green
gives notice to an imminent decadence,
the contrasting colors further enhance
the solemn shades of life's autumn.....then,
comes, white, gray and  silver hints of our winter...
when it's time, it can't be hidden, or deferred any longer...



Sally


Copyright December 18, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...driving along rows of greens and browns
...breathing in the colors of nature...
Dec 2016 · 7.2k
DISCOVERIES
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
On days, when time is going too fast,
I can't catch up, and there're things i can't get past,
I'd pull a chair at the verandah....just sit there
To witness, the gentler goings on in life...
See, how...why  all plants face towards the sun,
On a dimly lit corner, watch a spider patiently spin its web,
Underneath the gravel and green grass, somehow,
The earthworm, painstakingly, bravely emerges,
Finds its way out of the soil...to remind us,
"...soil is healthy....it's time to plant!"
:::::
I feel, the beetle knows me, as it inches on,
Carrying its own body, crawling down the pine tree,
I won't ever grasp it, nor tie a string on its body
To control its range of movement,
As we do to tethered beasts of burden...
:::::
While sitting there, i decide: by all means,
Towards the flower ***, i  lean
Take time to smell a rose, feel its rough leaf
Not just a quick touch and sniff
But hold its thorny body, without daring to blink
While deep within, i'd let its fragrance sink
:::::
Some early evenings
When the cicadas' music are echoing
And the moths have started flying
Circling round the light at the ceiling,
I am warned...soon, it will be raining
And.....when it starts to rain, i keep listening
Til i'm soothed by the sound of rain...falling,
From sky to treetops.....flowing...landing
Next to the leaves......cascading down
To the concrete ground
Spreading quickly, far and deep...and as fate,
As nature would have it....the soil, without fail, waits...
:::::
Long time ago, we were small,
Curious and brave, we tasted glory, and all,
Armed with a child's innocence
And an insatiable hunger for learning...
Our eyes, our minds dilated,
Our brains were like sponge...
Like the soil.....we absorbed
All, that we discovered...
:::::

Sally

Copyright December 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(Once in a while, we can be a child....right?)
Dec 2016 · 879
OLD SHOES
Sally A Bayan Dec 2016
Life is a pliable mold
Made up of stories,  told and untold
Some songs and poems are spoken
With no vocal chords...uttered in silence
Brave moments then, may have elevated
Us....but, some demons remain unconquered...
::::::
Life is aggravated by unshared memories
And unforgotten reveries...
True, there're things that can't be undone
Still....we maintain a long list of "uns"
And..."should've been done,"
They're like some old shoes, kept, and yet to be worn..

We can re-shape our future...start with an open mind
Change may mean progress, the future may be kind
This time...give space, so new strength may be born
So that those old shoes, gets a chance to be worn...


Sally

Copyright December 7, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...lots of unworn shoes and clothes in the attic triggered this write...
Nov 2016 · 846
Rainy November Haikus
Sally A Bayan Nov 2016
Wind blows...trees quiver
Dry leaves disconnect...fall, and
Fly by the window

Some cling to the glass
Some get blown farther away
Ground is wet, but brown

Fine shower falls on
Coffee with RumChata waits
It's cold at the porch...


Sally


Copyright November 29, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Nov 2016 · 1.3k
I AM GRATEFUL...
Sally A Bayan Nov 2016
(a repost from 2014...edited)


I AM GRATEFUL---
for having my family
they are safe and healthy
we have roof over our heads and
clothes to keep us warm
there is always food on our table...

I AM GRATEFUL, THAT ---
on each new day,  i am able to
get up, alone...without much effort
can wash my face, brush my teeth,
clean my bathroom regularly
take a shower on my own
cook what i want to eat,
eat alone...
change the curtains in my bedroom
change my bedsheets without help,
as often as i want to...

I AM GRATEFUL THAT I ---
still celebrated another birthday
will still be able to say THANK YOU!
with family and friends on Thanksgiving day
make scary decors for Halloween
deck our house with a tree and lanterns before December
hung stars, angels in corners and in between
am strong enough to put them all away when Christmas is over...


I AM GRATEFUL I AM STILL---
able to witness
how a night of fireworks and celebrations
easily segues into a day of new beginnings...


I AM GRATEFUL THAT I CAN WRITE---
share my thoughts, my moments,
look back to the past with a smile,
find contentment where i am now,
still look forward to my future,
wake up to each new day
and another.......and
another.....and
another...
and
A N O T H E R .


Thanksgiving must come with every breath
For we are showered with Blessings without end...


Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

    
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
#blessings   #gratitude   #thanksgiving   #celebrations
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO EVERYONE!!!
Nov 2016 · 1.1k
Long nights...
Sally A Bayan Nov 2016
are always a journey,
hours can move so slow, or pass by quickly
somehow, we think of good times and bad times
back to our innocent days........and stubborn ways...
late hours could bring out perfect landscapes,
or, chilling moonscapes, from a fecund mind        
every corner, every moment, every gust of wind
every act...becomes an incipient inspiration,
then come verses on existence and experiences,
our awakenings.....impressions on love's essence,
newfound feelings...we write about God's presence,
we question concepts on life here on earth, and
life thereafter.....wondering, if Heaven, or hell
occurs right here on earth, in our midst, or deep within
ourselves...or, maybe, in another sphere...different...
my folks often told us  then, maybe as a deterrent,
"Heaven and hell, are places....for consequences
of our earthly actions...they're afterlife occurences..."

Sally


Copyright November 18, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sally A Bayan Nov 2016
...gives a shiver.....it shames me,
my weaknesses, are on the surface
needing, rises this misty evening.
this cold, cold night, further emphasizes,
i need God...His Light and Shadow, to
reassure me, when gray, covers blue skies
my loved ones are my inspirations
they feed my need to write
yet, they have their own concerns...

i humbly accept.....i am not my own island...

there's this urge to run...to race with gusty winds,
arrive fast, at my desired destination,
.......but, i am halted...always reminded...
...i listen to two soft voices within
..one is guiding...the other, almost rebelling...
i feel the chill from this empty space next to me
i'm a mix of want........and fear....for,
i need you this moment of twilight,
...and each long night that i stay awake
floating, in this expanse of darkness...
my conflicted soul...sends out signals  of fear..
do my fears make me a craven coward?

the evening breeze makes its presence known
i weep in a hush, from thoughts of sailing...alone,
................ on life's lengthy moonlit bays........

..after enunciation
...of my true voice, my conscience
i could use some company
......like, i need you now
.............to help me make it,
...................through this night of exile...



Sally

Copyright September 19, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Nov 2016 · 736
FAMILY REGULARS
Sally A Bayan Nov 2016
........
........
Past eight in the ev'ning....rainy sky
Was out at the verandah...twas time
To pull the second bar of the gate
Street was a bit dark..........despite my dimming sight
I could see shapes...sensed some presence...heard soft noises'
Permeating the cool night atmosphere...three voices
Four guests, as in past nights...waiting outside...

A rushing, and tingling of plates, ladles and pots
The opening and closing of the glass door
After a while, our guests were served late dinner
Complaining.....in their own familiar way

Three impatient stray cats, kept meow-ing,
The neighbor's dog...as usual...patiently waited...
The brown-striped cat ran to the vacant lot
And started licking her share of fishhead
While the younger two, shared a single plate.
They all contentedly, ate in silence...

After a while...one by one,
Our regular guests disappeared
Lost, in the dark....among the tall banana plants
Sheltered themselves....somewhere safe,  
Their purrs, and hushed yelping,
Faded...in the black distance...
:::::::
:::::::::::::::::::
Twas time, to secure the bar of the gate,
.....................time, to close for the night...



Sally

Copyright October 24, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...nights are rich with their sounds...something could be wrong, if we didn't hear their pesistent voices...
Nov 2016 · 474
IN THE DARK
Sally A Bayan Nov 2016
(of domes, towers and gnomes)
              ...a repost...

The day is at its end
the towers and domes in the city
Are all closed...all hushed up
Abandoned....a lonely sight,
The gnomes of the day are mostly gone
Beware.... the gnomes of the night
Have woken and are now energized
Raring to prowl the dark halls and corridors
Out to the unlit backstreets and corners
Cloaked by towering shadows
all set to play havoc to unknowing  passers-by....

In the dark,

....where all restraints are set free
Where unconquered demons
Take centerstage....

In the dark,

....where the dead gets to live again

In the dark

...where anything goes, unnoticed
In the shadows, where
The dark sky is the limit...................
............................
...........­.................
............................
Until the first shafts of light come in
............................
When all secrets stand to be revealed
.............................
------The dark takes a rest-------
-------as a new day unfolds------


Sally

Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...a repost from 2013......edited a bit.....

              Happy Halloween to all!
Oct 2016 · 2.9k
REFUGEES
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
Upon a huge, lush garden,
on a cold autumn day...
various leaves fall, in sweet surrender...
some still rise and go with the forceful wind
floating...along with dreams, wishes and prayers
murmured in the air...uttered fervently
...from near......or faraway places
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

papers, leaves, souls, sighs, and whispers
all circulate, dance in the air...blending with nature
like drifters...and seekers, far from their homes
their habitats...their comfort zones,
suspended, in the atmosphere of every season
...yielding...to the will of the wind,
...while the wind obeys...the will of God
they swirl...land, on new destinations
face new dimensions...
friendlier seas...no more running, just waiting,
while winds of change settle down
touching new base, new grass,
hoping, for a peaceful existence,
for some....the end of life's turbulent journey
..........on safe...tranquil grounds...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

somewhere near, or far...huge gardens exist
where leaves fall, where some rise again,
where new beginnngs, new lives are offered...
havens that welcome and accommodate
...refugees...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Sally


Co­pyright August 27, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
#Not all dry  leaves on our lawn  come from our own trees,
      some are blown, from faraway places...
      the wind is a big net, catching molecules of prayers, wishes,
      bits and pieces of floating objects...
      some people see other places as a haven, compared to theirs...
      they try to flee...some succeed, while others keep trying...there
      are those who just want to finally rest, on peaceful grounds...#
Oct 2016 · 448
L A T E R
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
Later...

Arriving by dark...at the house...
I am nearer the closed front door,

but, i wait....'til my nose.....almost levels your arm
we both stop..........you  look me in the eye

suddenly..... you plant a kiss on my forehead
you're a bit taller, still...we look at each other,

eyes glow...they do best, to communicate...faster

..................."later," ..............

i got the message.....without the voice

warm breaths    intensify...fingers   touch   lightly
exploring possibilities.........expecting,
the  affirmation....of a promise....for more:

.................................. "now!" .......................

you open the door....for me..........................


Sally

Copyright October 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...an old poem...
Oct 2016 · 1.6k
A FEELING OF BELONGING
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
It springs voluntarily,
...it's like a small voice
An invisible separator, and
An unseen magnet...
Amidst overwhelming crowds in your life
You step back.....you analyze.....
Pleasantries...short or long, are flowery
Nonstop gratitude is inebriating
What could be better,
...than, all at once,
From out of the blue
...a rainbow will appear
A kind of force is born
...for both giver and receiver
An energy that draws eyes, attention
...it's like waking up from a long sleep,
Pulls like a magnet...an irresistible force,
That invites, with open arms
...it's like hearing a voice, saying:
"You belong here, with me, baby,
........stay!

Sally

Copyright October 22, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 2016 · 632
B O X
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
Box

Shared visions and promises
Written on yellow papers
Invisibly marked....faded, broken promises
Endearing terms...endearing moments,
Old postcards...old photos and letters
Time-colored...marked souvenirs,
I kept them inside....all stored in a case....
Unexpectedly, the Heavens cried in anger, one day
I rushed, to hold tiny currents at bay...to save
The memories...but the box was no longer there
Those gifts, letters, souvenirs were nowhere
Almost a lifetime...stored in there
But...monsoon rains took them all away...forever
::::::::::::::::::::::::
Got to find myself, a new box....


Sally

Copyright October 15, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Oct 2016 · 1.5k
A N V I L
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
::::::::for SPT::::::::
(10w x 5)



...reading  you,
i see, feel
a huge anvil,
overwhelming
possessing


.........i'd fly
lift the anvil
swoop you
and loved ones


i'd free you all
from what's been
weighing you down


then, relift the anvil
drop it
where it really belongs:


...upon free, delusional souls,
who must be controlled,
[maimed]
[permanently]


  


Sally


Copyright October14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...I wish I could tell you, "I've got your back," ...I wish I could do it, and more...
Oct 2016 · 761
SOUL-ITUDE
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
(I like..)


Small
....productive groups
.....quietly discussing
.............simple,
...effective coups
......are inspiring...


better to hear
......hushed conversations
.........gentle voices,
.....not heated discussions...


i prefer,
....modulated, well-thought of
......responses,
........they discourage
...........frenetic dispositions...


i'd rather
........have coffee
.....in quaint cafes,
...........they offer
................privacy...


i like,
how
s o l i t u d e
.......nurtures,
::::::::::::::
.....then......
sets my soul
::::::::: free!

(10W X 5)




Sally


Copyright September 6, 2016  
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***...i call my quiet moments, "soul-itude."***
Oct 2016 · 3.2k
KITES
Sally A Bayan Oct 2016
In one's life,
A Happy Place, which we often recall...must have existed
....t'was where we felt at peace...and contented
None can  break the serenity
Of home...or church, or maybe a shady tree
...its proximity...offering safety,
....no worries, no fears that blur our eyes........
...like that easy morning...with blue animated skies
........the smell of rice, ready for reaping, filled the air
....it felt nice, to sit by the creek...wind, messing hair
..........while throwing stones, on the water flowing
.......having fun...watching people harvesting

One day, those rice fields
..............had no more rice to yield
....just wide open spaces left, where young boys
...surrendered to the winds, their artfully designed toys
...colorful, Japanese paper...smooth, with sheen
...framed by several bamboo sticks...long and thin
...big, colorful birds and butterflies, flying high
Naive, impermanent kites..... soaring to the skies

We can never be sure....some  kites fly straight away,
............while a few others....stray
...fading songbirds, losing their way........broken dreams,
Heading....towards distant, forgotten realms
.......they're like words that couldn't rhyme
............like discordant tunes of a broken chime...

In our minds, that Happy Place with kites......resides
Sometimes, it stays behind, refusing light...it  hides
......for some reasons, it goes further down...deep inside
Oftentimes, it inspires...and becomes our source of pride...
:::::::::::::
Life, after all, is a potpourri of lengthy, and ephemeral strides,
::::::::::::::
Proving further, black and white are two of life's many colors
Light, or dark shade shouldn't  matter.....
Because, in many ways...our cups always runneth over.
:::::::::::::::


Sally


Copyright October 5, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...when endowed with a brief respite...think of that one happy place, a happy moment...imagine yourself, sitting by that old creek, of your childhood days... ........you don't have to be THERE, physically...
Sep 2016 · 645
DIRECTIONS
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
(a repost)


<----???----->


When we're          
                    D    
                    O
 ­                   W
                    N...... b e l o w......    
                                                     ­           ­              P!!!
                                  ­                                       U _                      
                                                               ­       |
             there's no other way, but......_|




Sally


Copyright November 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***what goes up
     must come down
      but, we must not stay too long below
...   we strive...to rise again...***

(...i thought of reposting this...thinking of a friend...)
Sep 2016 · 873
I LIKE MINE....
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
.....dark and bitter.......it delights me
.........to watch...as rich cream
......invades the dark brown stream
......while rises....a shy, white steam

they fight in beautiful swirls,
the dark, against lighter twirls
teaspoon dips...as tiny drops hurl
....teaspoon moves clockwise,
......others do it counter clockwise...
....the swirls persevere, they stick it  out,
eventually, they merge, and.......even out...

...lovely autumn colors they create
...a sweet, calming scent permeates
...my nostrils....my mind...my soul,
...i close my eyes, when i want to stall
  .... its smell wakes me...keeps me from a fall...

i'm always captured by their bubbly tawny color
so, i drink both black and creamed....yes...i'm a lover
still, i prefer my coffee.........dark and bitter....


Sally


Copyright September 28, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Good morning, Hello Poetry!
Sep 2016 · 4.2k
VOLCANO
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
(10wx2)


~...i'm balancing ~...~...~
~...~...~ wading on cool
~...~...~...serene waters
...~...~...preparing
~...~...~...to douse,

.....a volcano,
...burning fervidly...
.......................
imperatively,
it musn't spew
..........its brew.  


Sally


Copyright September 17, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***once, an angry bird...***
Sep 2016 · 855
FAMILY ADDITIONS
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
A quick passing of a faint sound...reached my ear
A whisper of a whimper
Floated...in the silence of the midnight's atmosphere
Over coffee...i listened harder,
One minute, it was there
The next moment...it was gone

Morning quickly came
But, it just wasn't the same
Before noon was over,
The "weirdly quiet" backyard
Became crazy...with activities...

The whimpering started again....then stopped,
Followed by tiny whining voices
My pet's eyes were so alert...her looks shifting
From one pinkish creature to the other(s)
Like...she was doing the counting, herself...

Last time i looked, there were only three,
But, then...three became five!
Apart from Larry, Curly and Moe
I  need two more names.....
No, wait! I need three more, for
I now see six white, squirming square-faced puppies!

If i had things my way
My backyard would extend further, wider....i'd
have eight dogs, a mix of labradors and retrievers
An all female band...to  roam and guard the place
So that my pet dog, wouldn't have to be
As big and heavy as a pregnant ewe
Never again to suffer....the pain of giving birth to six puppies
Never again to whimper, in the stillness of one dark midnight...


Sally


Copyright April 10, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...puppies were born in April...only four left, two died...
all mongrels, but so fierce, puppies and parents....
Sep 2016 · 851
FREEDOM
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
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
Sep 2016 · 2.4k
MOSS
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
I'd like to cover
our concrete fence
with white paint all over
:::::::::::::::::::
it is right now, choking
with an overgrowth of healthy moss...
i intend to wipe the spreading green
off its surface
:::::::::::::::::::
............it seems too cruel, though,
plucking....scraping....or pulling something
.....away from its habitation,
......................its comfort zone
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
i thought it similar to something
that had happened a long time ago...
..................it left us with no choice,
.........we had to leave the house
where we were born
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
my mother, my siblings and i,
we moved in
....with my aunt and her family,
.....................in a faraway place
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
things weren't the same again
.............after my father died...
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::



Sall­y


Copyright September 15, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 2016 · 631
LOVESEAT
Sally A Bayan Sep 2016
You were seated on the loveseat,
yet beside you, i couldn't be
made me feel...i, alone, would face eternity,
between us, lay an immeasurable spread...
your distance, was something hard to invade,
some kind of steel.....unthinkable to pierce
but, i broke  your wall...fractured your fears
rose from my square pillows
defied my rules, my fears
fought your dominant shadows

I pushed you to the edge...i did leave you in rage,
ignored your dagger looks,
to give way to change

it took a while.......i thought long....what if........
......................................................­.......

so...i brought in soft buttered Spanish bread
thought i'd chill your rage, with fresh, iced lemonade
while you drank, i squeezed your hand,
teased you with a glance
a tickle here and there
til you grabbed my hand

ahh...i love your controlled smile...
from challenging moments...you and i rise
i'd say......we're worth every daring effort exerted,

Us two, on the loveseat,
side by side,
sitting comforted.





Sally


Copyright May 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***another feel-good write.***
Aug 2016 · 2.9k
S H O R E S
Sally A Bayan Aug 2016
Shores...

She is known for her beauty
many are lured to come...see for themselves
her breathtaking features, her famed hospitality,
after all, she IS...Paradise herself,

On her clear blue shores, there started
a blending of races, cultures, and, newfound wisdom...
on those same shores, battles were fought,
but...freedom always prevailed

She showers her people with courage and strength,
when trumpets play sad, and her banner is flown half mast,
i stand proud, feeling her solid walls
i was born, and have lived....within her shores
where my body and soul breathe peaceful airs...
together, we survived wars, giant waves, and tremors...

Her struggles live in my mind,
pumped through my veins,
like tides of the sea, they ebb and flow,
.........they never die...
each time i hear her song, i stand up straight
in respect for her past sufferings, her determination, her valor
and her much deserved triumphs...

Today, new faces speak of new promises,
new solutions...done in haste
they seem like hot air...rising from live embers,
fanning further...the fire of my fears....
i snap the thought, and think of each
glorious sunrise that crowns each day,
and leaves me speechless, always in awe,
wishing i could pull the hours fast
so i can right away see her magnificent sunset
and starry twilight nights

Life takes me to foreign strands,
but, when it's time....my heart, my feet
will lead me back to her pearl-colored sands,
where, i shall walk leisurely, with my bare feet,
fine grains would hide my toes, and cling to my soles
we'll play 'til my ankles are buried deep...in its comforting cold...

"Pearl of the Orient,"
is my home...my native land
my eyes swell with tears, when i see
her banner, proudly waving...in freedom...

Sally

Copyright August 1, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan



#pearloftheorient #sunrisesunset #battlesfought #shores
#pearlcoloredsands
*** my country is fondly called Perlas ng Silangan...
     In english, it means Pearl of the Orient..***
Aug 2016 · 860
RELEASE
Sally A Bayan Aug 2016
(10w x 3)


Eighteen. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . steps
...soft-cushioned couch
........patiently waits
.........i willingly
............heavily
...............drop


............having wine
.........to unwind
........knots...tangles
...hands stretch.....then angle

backwards.....
..............reach
...................to
......unbutton....
............ undo  
.................clasps...
...............
..........unequa­led...comfort.....
...............from
..............r e l e a s e.......



Sally


Copyright August 23, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sally A Bayan Aug 2016


....................so let me narrate
about the rain and sun...off and on, they alternate
i wait......i sigh when my moon is not there, and night is late,
no moon tonight...just rain, it's mist wakes me often nowadays
my eyes squint, and blink...to clear off the gloom, the gray,

the sky is sadly white this morning
ashen.....like my thoughts... paling
trees are stilled.... rooster is crowing
rain, from the leaves are dripping

i must not be swayed by the vast grieving skies
may there be no tears falling from my eyes
let me hear angels' laughter and giggles, instead of cries
let me share their pain
i wish to see them smiling again
let me speak to God
stand with my moon up above

i seek Him now
i so need Him now
He seems too far to hear
yet, i know, i feel...He is always near

there...at the verandah these past nights
i've been waiting for that magical glow of light
a sign...that my hopes and prayers may soon take flight
be heard,  and granted...after this dark, rainy night...

calendar says it won't be soon....
though i'm grateful for a quarter...it's a boon
but, i really want it full...so, i wait for my august moon.


Sally

Copyright August 8, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan


Jul 2016 · 1.3k
/\ SANCTUARY /\
Sally A Bayan Jul 2016
:::::::::When head wears a crown
of cumbersome thoughts... confused, in a crowd...
and heaven and earth drop clouds that shroud
followed by roaring thunder and flashes of lightning
God, they are  overwhelming---
we take moments to reflect...try hard not to panic
it won't help, to think we're depressive, or manic,
we know ourselves well...yet, when we feel the end is nigh
gasp, for precious air...try to give out a long sigh,
an Energy leads us, to persist...walk on, head up high...
there's a quiet, sacred place, our heart and soul know,
visible, or imagined quiet space, where we're heard, where blows
a whisp'ring breeze...ripples softly hum, rivers peacefully flow...
our sanctuary waits, a Voice leads us, what to do, where to go:::::
:::::::::::::::::::


Sally

Copyright July 31, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sally A Bayan Jul 2016
...

I say, it's a blending of many colors, pale and bold
not all beginnings are really green and gold
others begin with hazelwood...grayish, almost pale
freshens up, when the winds are in one's sails
things turn green with aspirations...
golden.....when ripe with expectations
going brighter, like red-yellow flames, in a live kiln,
fueled, fiery confidence...burning within.

Middle parts are the most illuminated ones
the brightest hours...of afternoon sun...
could be radiant yellow...perchance, tangerine,
shifting to burnt orange...a bronzed sky...when
perspectives change..and feisty fellows start to mellow
blaring red turns coffee brown...fading colors follow,
we don't want it, but gloom visits ...trailed by fears
all become pale, when days get doused with tears.

Endings are often called, night...or dusk
horizons could be stilled, shaded gray, or black,
darkened even more by impatience and waiting...tedium
dehydrates the body and soul....ending up consumed,
others look up to a starry sky, denim, or indigo blue,
anxious with a coming.....twilight? or gray morning?
that day, when some go to a blood red sea...seething,
where unforgiving, indifferent winds are the ones blowing
where many voices bellow...begging, but in vain.
for some, dark magically turns to a blinding sun,
when it's time for them...to cross over,
the other side beckons...waiting, is finally over.



Sally

Copyright July 9, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jul 2016 · 1.6k
DAY'S WORK IS DONE...
Sally A Bayan Jul 2016
Day's Work Is Done...

Sun is setting,
Feet are fueled up...with enthusiasm
Thoughts are filled with pictured expectations,
To be met at the door with warm hugs and kisses
A hot meal on the table...steaming coffee awaits
All these, comfort my fatigued limbs and minds.
A smile, in anticipation ...a sense of *****
Atmosphere tickle my mind...i hurry
To enter my safe ground...my comfort zone
My own White Picket Fences.
|| || || || |\ || \| // || ||
They may have  tiny fractures
Some boards missing, broken, or collapsed,
Its concrete floors and walls may be creviced
I can not shun........or hide from
Imperfect truths, about my family,
Our relationships, our health.....every truth
About my loved ones and me...

It is where i come home to...
After each struggle's end
My feet and mind take me back...to my own,
My known familial boundaries...

An inner force spurs me to make those broken boards
Upright...firm once again......like hardwood trees,
Be unshaken by water and wind....be unwavering
Then, i repaint them
...to bring back the glow.

Some broken fences could still be fixed
some are worthy of fixing; but,
There are those that seem to be, beyond repair
needing some kind of intervention.
/|  || || //  |/  \ ||

Sally


Copyright July 9, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥¥
Jun 2016 · 523
W H E N .....
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
(A repost from April 2014)



It could happen any moment...while
Strolling in the park...or while in the church,
In a movie house...or, when riding the bus,
Or in a cab on our way home,
It could be another long night, or early morning,
Like right now......at 2:30 AM,
While lying in bed...when body and mind are both at ease,
Muscles are rested...no struggles,
When heart is stripped of its trappings and
Trimmings of false pretenses...all are put aside,
When mental reflexes and defenses are relaxed,
When mind is bare...purely reflective,
Bereft of pride that shields the true self,
Cruising along the avenues of our imagination,
Taking our time, as we meet faces,
We find ourselves in places,
Existing in a variety of scenarios,
When, suddenly,
Like a comet in the night sky,
A swift spark of an idea catches our breath...

We sit, in a hurry......before it gets blown by the wind...

The mind is now done relaxing,
When the muscles stiffen normally
When we are no longer slouching
When we see coffee on the table
Steaming hot on the ***...

Under the dark sky,
Our day has started...

It is  time,
To turn those sparks into fireworks,
To create, and touch the lives of readers
Through another day of discovery,
Guide them by sharing our own recovery,
From stumbling down, over and over,
How it is to rise from a fall...
We enlighten them with our
R E V E L A T I O N S
Of self-discovered truths,
And our very own words of wisdom...

When body and mind are up and about,
Alert........ cognizant of
Every sound, and every burst of idea,
Then we know

It's...now...time
To
Write.

^^^^^

Sally

Copyright April 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jun 2016 · 1.8k
PIE GRAPH
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
(Monsoon Moments 3)

The Chart is speaking to me
telling me......time has spilled over,
and, shaded most parts of the pie;

the space beyond the three quarters,
is what catches my eyes.........the pie,
looks like a clock, with only a quarter left,
its hands, hurriedly ticking......emphasizing
making it clearer......there is no turning back;

my to-do list alerts me
got to spend my hours...days,
all the more wiser now,
before the last piece of my pie,
before the last slice of my life,
gets consumed...........and, finally,
be...shaded....completely,
..........by.....time........


Sally

Copyright June 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
...oh, dear...the rains are making me ponder too much....
Jun 2016 · 650
IMPEDIMENTS
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
I have walked my paved and beaten roads
crossed my old and new bridges
and jumped my low and high hurdles,
unrelentingly... allowing nothing...or no one
to rise before me...and tell me : you are wrong,
when, i feel it so strong...that i am right!
no reason could be saner than what I've been taught
no voice, could be more reasonable...or gentler
than those voices of my folks...my childhood...my past,
nothing, or, no one...can ever destroy...or impede
this bursting...yet tempered love within...
i let it grow, the right way i know
i let it nourish my soul,
for, it saves me...from sunrise, to moon glow...


Sally

Copyright June 16, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jun 2016 · 2.0k
As I See Myself Right Now...
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
Content........settled here
thankful........I'm no longer there
yet...glad........I'd been there...

^^^
I Am Filled With Gratitude...
^^^


Sally

Copyright June 12, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jun 2016 · 1.8k
MONSOON
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
(monsoon moments 1)


The lively colors of summer have faded
Blazing May afternoons have ended,
Clear skies are now ash-blue, sometimes blae
Blooming with soggy grayish ***** of cotton,
Ever ready to burst with crystal drops...
Monsoon winds blow.......then rain follows
Big, heavy, noisy raindrops hit the roof,
They pour longer........inundate the streets
Making them impassable.......................but
I'm raring to be out there when it falls,
Let its cold touch, give me goose bumps...
And waken every nerve in me...
Let it wash away the heat and humidity from my body
Let its steady flow, drench my short hair, flat to my skull,
Let it compress my long-running indecision: do I, or do I not?
I'd wait for all these to slide down and join the wet ground
For, I want to walk around....soaking wet, and barefooted,
Feel the grass.......subservient to the downpour
I want to dip and wiggle my toes in the softened soil,
'til floodwater reaches my ankle
'til I'm one with earth and water
And then I...
Would feel unburdened,
When I come in
  From the rain...


Sally


Copyright June 9, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
^it has started to rain...it's not even  lunch time yet...^
Sally A Bayan Jun 2016
Rooster calls............it's time,
Amber fields, blush with ripe grains,
Coffee is brewing...

<::::::::::::::::::>


Sally


Copyright June 3, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

<::::::::::::::::::::>
May 2016 · 475
CORPUS CHRISTI
Sally A Bayan May 2016
I see a thin wafer cake, baked flat and fine
round, like a dime,
called the Body of Christ
i think of it as the bread of life

beside it, a cup...with red wine
known as... the Blood of Christ
quenches all thirsts in our earthly life.

one can't be without the other
never bread, without wine
never blood, without the flesh

i have gone this far in my life
i cannot be without both.


Sally

Copyright May 29, 2016

Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
May 2016 · 464
HAVE YOU EVER...
Sally A Bayan May 2016
Have You Ever-

felt the blazing sun too hot, it ****** your skin?
then, suddenly, falls a downpour of raindrops so thin.


Have you ever
seen steam rise from hot surfaces doused by the rain?
have your hands, ever
let go of a hot plate, or a hot pan due to burns and pain?

Have you ever
stopped to think and wonder
why...........why
when so inspired
your flow of rhymes
in midstream, suddenly dies?

Have you ever
reached that point, where
the minutes, hours,
days, weeks, months of each year,
where...every breath you take,
is wasted waiting? And for your sake,
every drop of patience...you manage to imbibe,
and then you fight, every struggling second in your life.

Have you ever felt.....a brokenness
a spreading...widening blackness?
numbed you in the heat; in the cold, you almost froze
your lips do bleed...but no one sees, til they're too close
because, you cover them with bright colors...for show
you bear no signs of belligerence      
your pained moans and screams of resistance,
............................fall,
and get lost in a dark abyss...a  huge hole
...you open your mouth...
and, like a wind that howls....you shout,
in that immeasurable depth, your voice glows, like embers,
yet, nobody knows...it's you, who always remembers.

You, are soaking wet...tap water continues to pour
bath tub overfills with stained, pained water all over the floor
the anesthetized edges of your brokenness, now cooled...softened,
go down the drain, and there, they get to be unfettered,
they flow out of your system, these bottled feelings;
even a brief moment of break...of freedom,
should be appreciated...

Have you ever thought of gratitude?


Sally


Copyright May 21, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Have You Ever Seen The Rain?
(by Creedence Clearwater)


Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm,
I know; it's been coming for some time.

When it's over, so they say
It'll rain a sunny day,
I know; shining down like water.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day?

Yesterday, and days before,
Sun is cold and rain is hard,
I know; been that way for all my time.

'Til forever, on it goes
Through the circle, fast and slow,
I know; it can't stop, I wonder.

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day?

Yeah!

I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know, have you ever seen the rain
Coming down on a sunny day?
May 2016 · 675
PARTS AND FIGURES OF SPEECH
Sally A Bayan May 2016
Movements and images seen, are a part
They take places...they take forms in the mind
Whether aloud...or done in silence
Like, the crowing of the rooster
Announcing,
The breaking of a new morning
Or, telling of an hour, or two, passing;
A smile, a frown....a falling leaf
Thunder, in the summer, with, or without lightning
After the rains, a rainbow appearing
A whisper of a refreshing breeze, getting cooler
When sun is about to set,
The humming of ACs in offices
At the start of work hours,
Dying...as day's activities, end
Lights fade...streaks slide in, through the blinds
Then, come all sorts and shapes of shadows,
Streetlamps  guide, in the waning light
Heels and soles rush against paved roads
Sounds crescendo....as all hurry, to reach home
While creatures of the night
Heroes...or anti heroes
Move comfortably...in the dark.

All these...feed the muse in me
Writing unknown names that befit a person
Or a situation
My head spills out adjectives that wonderfully,
Sometimes, weirdly, describe my, and others' emotions
Verbs and adverbs, tell of solitary actions and moments,
Or, when i am with company...loved one(s), or otherwise
And while creating...building up metaphors and similes,
More questions arise:

How does it feel, to see your fellow human beings suffer,
How their human rights are being violated?
The little ones, the innocent ones, are now, the ones subjected
To hunger and torture.....To be with, or, without conveniences
Is just a drop of a worry, in a huge barrel of unsolvable problems
When will all these running, and fleeing...seeking refuge, end?
How is it, when you and your loved ones are escaping death?
For life....without freedom...is almost death itself.

There are times,
When, my river is flowing with green and blue waters
So full of varying experiences...the truths co existing with us
Here, in this universe, which, some people say, is a blend of
Paradise...and Hell

Problem is
There also come the times
When i am sailing along the River Lull...and
None of these parts and figures of speech
Exist......


Sally


Copyright May 14, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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