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Through discipline
we see the results
of harshness
and moderation

in exercising,
we lift weights
defying heaviness,
body is toned

we sometimes
defy instinct,
magnify our
T R U S T,
B E L I E V E,
we'll survive!

yet, there're
gravitational pulls
on earth that cannot
be fought

what's fated
is undefiable,
we're silenced
when our time's up.

Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May 28, 2018
Don't you have something better to do?
I mean come on now!
Really!
Another post?

I'm sure your floor needs sweeping
And
There's a pile of clothes at the end of your bed
Your under arms are a bit stinky
Brush your teeth and comb your head!

My goodness...
There's a forest growing
Where your lawn used to be!
And the oil light is on
In your 2003
Ya, time to get a new Jeep

This week's ***** dishes have grown green
The trashcan smells like rotten meat
The world stands still awaiting your care...
And here you are
Wasting away with me right here!
Traveler Tim
O dear traveler,
my heart dweller!
we can not hover
when the trip is over
must not rip the heart
when our ways drift apart
since the memories rewind
the travel persists in the mind!

some trips, end...
but actually never end...
memories are carried forever...
in the soul they blend...
My endless emotions can ..
Never  be described..
My emotions can not
Ever be confined..
My mind always has more to write..
But raindrops..
can not ever be described..
My heart always has more to delight..
But this happiness..
can not  ever be described..
My beats always has more words to unite..
But desire..
can not ever be described..
My   fingers always has ready to indict..
But creation..
can not ever be described..
Wet soil's fragrance can not be defined..
The joy of childbirth...
can be only  realized..
The expressions of love..
can not be clarified..
The soul of words..
can not ever be described..
Read more poetry like this written by me at
http://www.lyrical.site/
Complicated is,
to be Honest
Compromised is ,
not the Conscience
A simple thought
 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
sarah
lovesick,
but not in love,
the idea of love
a sweet syrup
that i crave
but never have.
The evening sky is sea foam,
With the clouds a-flowing in.
The tide is turning nicely,
While the wind brings darkness in.

The earth keeps on a-spinning,
While the sky keeps it in shade.
How strange it is to see the sea,
From underneath the waves.

The bats are flying fishes,
The trees are coral reefs,
The fireflies are plankton,
All a-living down beneath.

But people have no purpose here,
Not in the ocean deep.
I know it’s time to travel back,
And wake up from my sleep.
 May 2018 sarthak vadalkar
Ako
I need
To find
My poetry.

I think
It's hiding
In my
Weekly Planner.
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