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 1468° 
Sally A Bayan
East...and west, are we?
north, and south?.....maybe...
we were nurtured with love,
our eyes and our minds opened
to different isms that helped shape our
values...we were brought up, bearing our
folks' customs, traditions. principles...
we have different faiths...some practice...some
don't...some, don't even subscribe, yet, survive.

we have dry and monsoon season...in
other parts, pleasant weather, cold winds,
and in some parts, snow.....turning to ice

we are  a mix of white skin, seeking for a tan,
and brown-skin, hiding from the sun;
one's night, is the other's day,
there are surfers among us, playing with the waves,
there at the cusp...gambling...daring fate...
there are those who hide from silent freezing winters,
finding warmth and comfort in long hot summers...

countless points of comparison,  
yet, we've something beautiful in common,
a connection of feelings, of words...our poetry,
flowing like blood, through our veins...endlessly
feeding, fueling our hearts and minds, with classy,
themes....sometimes bold, mushy, or....sassy...
no set skeds...we do it even through adversity...

we write......

we tell about our escape from life's banalities,
mindscapes, landscapes immersed in frivolities

yet, we await the marvels of each  morning we wake,
remembering gratitude, in every breath we take...

years have passed us by,
still, plays this soft music that mollifies
and inspires......heard only by you and i
prodding us, through hours, of day or night

while you exist in your own part of the world,
as i, in my hot, humid cosmos, long for cold.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::


Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May, 19, 2019
(a love poem, edited...for all Hello Poetry writers)
(a repost from May 2019)
 1377° 
Nat Lipstadt
1:12:25 9:20am nyc

Exactly, how far is it to you?
this is more than mere question,
or a rhetorical poem title discard,
consider it an interrogatory of
the first order, a debate raging
with every word successfully
affixed from brain to fingertips,
from my breathing to your heart,
how far is it exactly, pray tell me,
how these cords of words find you,
are your lips bending up in a smile,
need me a weather report, air quality,
wind gusts vitals vital to yo! estimate
how fast & conditions they’ll require survive/arrive in your eyesight well
and be friended


feed me the data, Heart Rate, Blood Pressure,
SpO2, so I’ll know what condition your
condition is in, adjust my words accordingly,
send to this distance back to me awaiting,
the necessary facts & figures to provide the finger stroke directional, do you need whispers or emboldened bold face to arouse the a spirit flagging, a shoulder shaking, a dozen red lipped chords of
kisses and sweet everthings, that do not
dissolve, dissipate or disappear instantly,
but can be stored in a Ziploc bag, refrigerated,
ready for gorging and disgorging, repeatedly,
as needed, synchronized slow or hard, fast
or soft, wet or dry. sweet or salty, savory
or a blended mixture, an adjustable concoction depending
on distance, time of day,
tell me,
the stuff that you accept
with open willingness,
or just begrudgingly

all adjustable
all shaped to
your individuality
elastic flexible
but the schedule
filling up fast
so we can mutual
squeeze into each others
empire of empty

so,
Exactly, how far is it to you,
to where you are being
?
Exactly, how far is it to you nml lipstadt
 880° 
Maria Etre
Maybe my heart
was born too small
for the love
it carries...

That's why it
shares it
just to
give itself
breathing
space
 685° 
Mikey
all of this anger,
this rage,
this irrational irritation that continues to boil over,
was once love.

it was gentle,
and kind.
it did not bite or maul.
it did not bare its teeth with the intention of pain.
instead, with the intention of tenderness.

all of this rage,
was once warmth.

it was intimate,
and tender.
it did not bubble beneath the surface with an endless blaze.
instead, it flickered in soft wisps.

all of this irritation,
was once affection.

it was constant,
and reliable.
it did not swing with the might and fury of a rouge soldier.
instead, it stood fortified within its bounds.

all of this rage, was once love.
a love i had for you.
i can’t believe you had me make such a silly promise.
 514° 
JA Perkins
I could describe
everything about you
having never met you -
recite your words
like a Silverstein poem,
sketch every
imperfection, and
feel every embrace.

So believe me
when I say you're
the one I've always
wanted and that
I loved you before
I knew you.
An amazing thing
 491° 
Traveler
To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art
Traveler 🧳Tim
 468° 
Amanda Kay Burke
Life's about the suffering
Peace a destination
What is more important
Is what happens duration

Impossible to self-pardon sins
Plagued with doubt and fear
What if darkness creeping within
Sronger than the light inhabiting here?

Worrying is not worth the toll
I have to pay my dues
No one can walk path for me
Don't wear the same size shoes

Each break and bruise instruction
Finish line forever unknown
Happy endings fantasy
Majority synthetic like silicon

It has to shift before we surrender
To assimilation of society
In-between consciouslessness
And controlled compliancy

After Point A wandered astray
Point B hopeless cause
Meandering sheep in a deluded daze
Progression practically on pause

Creativity and cerebration rare
Killed in each as a child
Brainwashed being obedient
Different labeled 'wild'

Those in power yearn to program every step
Shaping image to fit their mold
Corrupt agenda is nothing new
Most don't realize they are trapped in their hold

I want to lead uprising
But I simply am too afraid
Remember when surroundings were calmer
Present for past I desperately long to trade

We had plenty of time to correct behavior
There is an existing disconnect
From planet earth and each other
Too immersed in screens for paths to intersect

A thousand unanswered questions
In silence reality is revealed
Up to us to find purpose in this dimension
Stumbling blindly through this battlefield

We are closer to cliff than we realize
Inching towards edge each day passing by
Shadows halting vision with uncertainty
Wings clipped so we are unable to fly
About the way society is in relation to our government and just how we have been regressing and it's exactly what those in power want. Wake the **** up people, especially Americans!
 439° 
Immortality
How can I
love someone new,
when you kiss
my soul
so true?
For the blurred-faced man, who comes in my dream-

Are you real, or am I lost in the feel?
 309° 
Shofi Ahmed
Life is short is small
or maybe not
Purpose is surely not!
 278° 
Maimoona Tahir
You're the sun I miss every night
Fellow poets,Are four months enough to get truly attached to someone?
 272° 
Jia En
You never want a friend
Making one
Too good lest the friendship ends
When they realise you're not fun
Or smart or pretty
Enough when they meet others
On another
Whole new level.
It's human nature to
Want to come first, don't you
Think? Because being somebody's
Number one is the only
Thing that came to me
Thinking about what I want in life
The other night
And I know it's not right
To think like this
But if you've ever felt this way before
You'd know
There's no
Point in trying anymore.
everybody wants to rule everyone else's world.
 231° 
Ray Hatim
Drown your heart
In sea of salt,
Then ice it till
Its freezing cold

Wear a necklace
of your grief,
Strangling hard till
You can't speak

Drain your eyes
In a sack of rice,
Don't let moisture
Escape its cries

Fill your stomach
With emptiness,
An appetite
Of nothingness

Keep it up
You're almost there,
Your date with death
Is oh so near
 213° 
TREASUREI
FEELSLIKEDREAMFEELSLIKEMAGIC
OH
    OH
TEMMMUUUUU
SHOPPP LIKE MILLIONAIREEEEE

this song is rent free stuck up in there ........ -_-

LOL
 209° 
Akira Chinen
There are things
that only the heartbroken
can understand
and dear son
I hope with all my broken heart
that one day
you will understand
these things too

a pain so beautiful
that only love can see
that everything broken
everything broken
is lovely too
 199° 
Shreeram Ghadge
She is like a gentle breeze of wind-  Smooth and tender..

She is like a forest- Evergreen and Majestic...

She is like a river - Calm and serene..

She is like a flower in the garden- Blushing and Blooming...

She is like a sunshine - Bright and pleasant..

She is like a star in the dark universe - glittering and sparkling..

Lastly, she is also like a fire- Blazing and glowing..


-SHREERAM
 195° 
inthewater
i spoke
and now i know
what i wondered long ago

i can't hide behind
that favorite line
the one i use to fantasize:

"what if I -"

speak and i am heartbroken.

----------------------------

"what if"

i hold my tongue and i never know?

i cannot say i'll never know
i broke my silence, not long ago

and my heart is broken
but at least i know,
which is better:

and it is to speak.
an answer is an answer, and i answered my own question on top of all of that.
 177° 
Jill
Light replaced by smoke
Further obscures the statue
that white candle-glowed

Hazy, pearl-grey proof
that mystic transcendence is
not light-limited

Not just the statue
or the end of soft verses
or the white candle

It was the timing
The clear-felt coincidence
of pause and darkness

Caught in airy confluence
Secular becomes divine
©2025

BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge (secular) date 13th January 2025. Secular describes things that are not spiritual; that is, they relate more to the physical world than the spiritual world.
 175° 
BipolarBear
You made me a poet my dear;
forever inspired with you near.
Alas, you took it all and left -
my rhyming words your greatest theft.
 171° 
Asher
Unloved, I have felt,  
You love me now, but would you  
Call me your daughter?
 170° 
LL
deep voice drew me in
— close enough to inhale his
secondhand stories
01/11/2025
 166° 
silvervi
I am safe, no matter what my anxiety tells me :)
Look around you, realize that you are safe and that those feelings of anxiety come from scary images within your mind. It doesn't actually exist but your body reacts as if it's real.
 158° 
Jeju
my mind is full of memories of you... of us.
anything i do
everything i do
i'm reminded of you.
i'm reminded of what we used to be.
i don't know why i can't forget you.
i don't know why i can't let you go.
i wonder...
do you think of me too?
do you miss me as much as i do you?
or does the absence of me not haunt you at all?
jeat - i still love you.
 143° 
Isaac
Give you a hug now
Pick me a flower
Take me to the mall
to shower you with attention
I'm broke. That's a given.
I'll disuade you if you listen.
So I won't talk, or mumble
Underneath my breadth.

I've been smokin'
like charcoal
Or cherry wood
On cherry pie
In reality
I'm on fire
And not in a good way,
Engulfed in flame,
And I just can't get away.
 141° 
Cyndi Allens
A man stands on the side of the road
eyeing you on your walk home from work.
You've been here before.
He whistles.
"Hey, pretty lady!
What's a sweet thing like you
doing out so late?"
Walk faster.
Keep your eyes on the ground.
Maybe if you pretend you don't hear him
he'll leave you alone.
 140° 
egg hot pot
People say some humans have lifeless eyes
But to me even the dead have a certain light to their eyes
And I think that is the reason we close a dead man's eyes before any ritual
Even when a person is no longer existing in this metaphysical amalgamation of a peice of land we call the earth
Their eyes still seem like they would respond to stimuli
This exact fact haunts me
What if
They
Aren't
Dead
Can I have my go at a goodbye
My relative just died and the only thing I could ever do for him was writing this and he didn't even get to read it
 137° 
David R
Frozen.
like the strings of my heart.
Hard.
Like my outward countenance.

But beneath, the fish swim freely,
feelings no-one sees,
beyond the touchy-feely,
beneath sword of Damocles.
 129° 
Innocentia Hlophe
There’s an eye in your heart, it looks right through you for you to know who you are.
 120° 
bulletcookie
hold this precious jewel
unearthed by a miner's heart
feeling's tumbling years

-cec
"Love is a decision , you do not date someone because you have feelings. Feelings is like smoke soon it will disappear within air "

I know my love sees
I will know if I genuinely love someone
I will also know if my heart isn't driven by lust
I hope my heart won't mislead me
 117° 
Lidia
Friend, you seem to be in great Despair
You probably are in need of gentle care.
Great sorrows, alone you bear.
Hiding it from me isn't fair.
With me, your problems, you can share,
Oh dear, for you, I'll always be there
When I die sweet child of mine will you think of me?

She sat there.
Mother of mothers, alone, isolated.
They left, all colors gone.
She had to stay here now, they decided.
We are too busy they say.
I understand.
Like in the beginning.
You’re born alone and you’ll die alone.
The former with many tears and noise,
the other with one tear in silence.
Had a busy and happy family life, a blessing it was.
I know.
But see, a beautiful creature, watching me.
An angel.
Can you believe it?
I’m talking to an angel dressed like a chicken.
But I’m grateful for everything.
I have a roof over my head
and a bed to sleep in.
I’m healthy enough.
I miss them that’s true.
I will pray for them.
Their time will come too.
We all grow old.
One day they will be me if they’re lucky enough.

Always treat the elderly with kindness and the respect they deserve.
Don’t isolate them.



Shell ✨🐚
Many elderly are put away to never be visited by any loved one. We all grow old someday.
 112° 
V3NUS
making characters and stories in my head
and realizing
my favorite ones
are just my issues and flaws
personified
unconfident, being mean and distant from the people I love the most, being really nice to people who've just met me, a pushover, those all appear in some of them. Being suicidal and not wanting help appears in a lot of them
 112° 
CJ Sutherland
Man should not fear death
Fear Ability to live
Each day live fulfilled
Oh, what a beautiful day
Our path we don’t walk alone


5-7-5-7-7 Tanka
A Tanka 5-7-5-7-7 is a type of haiku
Five line 31 syllable
7-19-24
 103° 
Emma Sims
I walked the castle walls today,
whilst my breath hung in the air;
the flattened city view below -
a moment we both share.
Your laughter touched the sun you see,
and found a cherub there.
 98° 
Ashley Small
...
If we put as much effort into love as war!!!
There wouldnt be no need for money,
Cause for Free is what it's for...
 96° 
Bekah
At night the thoughts linger
Like poison in my mind
Maybe one day I’ll be enough
But I don’t think it’s tonight
 96° 
Laura Parsley
Truth covered in hypocrisy
I'll sit on my hands in sleep
I couldn't help but take a peek
And it did occur to me
I regret alot of things
I've got this friend you see
He makes me feel
I wanted to keep
And not to steal
I'd go out of my way
To keep that deal
I'll share whats lost
With what was real
I don't regret a thing
Because I got this friend you see
He made me feel
Pinched from Nirvana's Lounge Act in bits
 95° 
Thirty Nine
A wonder seeker
Under the moons godly gaze
For the last time
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