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soul in torment Sep 2013
The moon
is the swirl of cream

in bedtime...

coffee


:)
Just capturing the moon in my coffee cup
soul in torment Sep 2013
"Time now for bed" My Mummy said,
as we climbed up the stair.
Now in you get and don't forget,
to take your teddy bear.

But look and see, he's not with me,
not since this afternoon.
And it is late, well after eight,
we need to find him soon.

Oh maybe there, upon the chair,
or here beneath my bed.
He may be stuck, please take a look,
and check for Mr Ted?

I wonder if he's tricking me,
by hiding in my drawer.
No Mister Bear is not in there,
we need to search some more.

Please feel that lump, that bear shaped bump,
there halfway down the sheet.
That's not his nose, those are my toes,
upon my little feet.

It's late at night, I'm tucked up tight,
my pillow soft and deep.
But at days end, without my friend,
I feel I cannot sleep.

Just look once more, behind the door,
for we were playing there.
You clever child, My mummy smiled,
you've found your teddy bear.

So time for bed, for me and ted,
the even tide has come.
Turn off the light and say goodnight,
sweet dreams I love you mum.
A repost of an oldie but a favourite of mine
soul in torment Sep 2013
What light from yonder window break
that casts such shadows or' my heart
Causing each beat to softly ache
and pain to gently stop... and start

If by that light her figures stand
and blow to me but one pure kiss
from tender lips and out stretched hand
would this poor heart know loves true bliss

Beyond the morn the empty day
that tears the very breath from me
in empty sighs of such dismay
and binds my heart in misery

The afternoon brings no respite
nor ease the tearing at my soul
my only comfort is the night
when by her light I am made whole

By shadow hid and shadow kept
beyond the fall of her hearts light
mine eyes the morning dew hath wept
and drown the stars and moon at night

By tear drops quenched the rising Sun
replaced with these... my burning eyes
that forms the streams and rivers run
soft sung in midnight lullabies

If but this ground could open up
and swallow whole my all and pain
then I would poison from this cup
react his love and die again

For I am not her Romeo
though I would have fair Juliet
and so as night once more I go
May night forgive

and

pray forget.
Let the bard take all due credit
for the pain of love and loss
for was he not the one that said it
tis better to have loved and lost
soul in torment Sep 2013
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
the day is yet a dream
and I with you will share my cup
my coffee and my cream

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
Sweet offspring of the moon
and I with you will share the stars
here captured in my spoon

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
fear not the coming Sun
and I with you will share my friend
as im in need of one

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
let fears soft roll by
and I with you will share the storms
that in my teacup lie

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
as dawn doth soft now breaks
and let us now each share this space
and sleep as day awakes
Sally A Bayan · Jul 7
COFFEE, THE MOTH AND ME....
My breath smells of coffee....
Several cups
I have finished already.
This is one of those nights,
When my thoughts I have yet
To turn into verses....
They are all too shy to come out,
Refusing still, to be revealed.
While I wait for the empty cups to be refilled,
A lonely moth circles the lamp and me.
On and on, I tap my pen on the table,
Til I've scribbled something on  paper.
Still, the moth goes round and round...
Circling my face, very near my mouth.
The light flickers as it wanders near.....
I wonder if it's the lamplight that calls
To the moth....
Or my breath that smells of coffee.......

Sally


Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
soul in torment Sep 2013
How is it

that
my heart

speaks your name

when my lips
cannot

for fear my tongue

betrays me

to other ears but mine own.


WHY.
Sometimes we need to let our hearts speak for us other times not. Based on a conversation with Sassybutsweet about her comments on my refuse to see poem
soul in torment Sep 2013
Miss T.Rious

why so

serious

let me help you


SMILE.
MYSTERIOUS Or not I hope this made you smile
soul in torment Sep 2013
Scars

crisscross

the crimson velveteen

of my
tattered

patchwork

heart.
Too often broken and slowly mended with forgives and forgets
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