Now you talk like that to me
All emotional and all impulsive
I am tempted to reply
In the same unreasonable way

But because of that
I will keep it back
Staying calm for a moment or two.

To find the right answer for you.

Hello, you.
I won't bid adieu,
till we finish these few
stanza's.

You came looking again.
am I right?
You just can't tame
those feelings, thinking-Poetry
will make'em behave- quite.

Well. We're both at a loss.
My own pen resists writing
icy words. Frost.
Bitten sentences need warm eyes
to thaw out.

Tell you what, lets
work. together.
I'll write something, anything which'll
forever, stay.
You just have to promise to remember it
and not twist it.

I'm not sure if our talk
was lengthy enough or indepth.
You'll just have to accept.
This; Metaphorical-Physical-Emotional-Mental
discussion has ended.

What we may of, or may not of, agreed upon.
Shall come true.
Now
adieu.

I don't want to kick the hornets nest
But I am felling quit depressed
And begaining to get awful distressed
There is things I need to express
Because my chest is really compressed
I know it's from all the stress
It will be hard for you to digest
But I have to get this off my chest
This problem must be addressed
I think it is for the best
That all of it is confessed
I know after I tell you, me you'll detest
But maybe that's for the best

Oooh never mind
I'll just keep these hornets in their hive
And stay in the shadows and hide

Is it Poetry
to find beauty at the bottom
of a notepad
is it just scribbles & scratches.

Is it Poetry
to glimpse those love lines at your mouth-
how they remind me
of your cracked lipstick smudges.

Is it Poetry
to get lost in the library
to catch a wisp or wave- of your
electrostatic love.

But What IS Poetry.
The cascading colours
swinging, singing and dancing from this monitor.
From you.
                                                        Hello. Poetry.

How're you today?

Let the things in the present remain as they are
Let everything remain as it is
Live life in the present with the present moment in time
Let it be as it is.

The day starts
The day passes by
The next day comes
Very soon even it will become a thing of past
Life continues
Time does not stop.

Let it be as it is
Let the things in the present remain as they are.

Think about the past, present and also about future only when needed,
otherwise no need to ascertain the future.
Time spent in discussing the worries about future is not going to come back, neither will discussion solve any problems of the present.
Definitely an act towards getting something definite done will sort out the things.

Let it be as it is
Let the things in the present remain as they are.

Never wait for the moment in time when something in particular will happen so as for the things to take shape.
Never depend entirely on any one particular aspect, element, factor or thing.
Time moves, time runs, time flies
Time and tide waits for none.
Still efforts are always made to save time so as to get and gain more time in the future.  
It's always a race against time.

Let it be
Let the thing of past remain in the past.
Continue with what you have got in the present.

Mistakes from the past and worries about future knock upon the door as and when a peaceful moment in life is found to live upon.
Never did it mean to live life in the past,
nor did it mean to live a life with regards to worries about the future.

Since life continues with the present moment in time,
it's always better to live life in the present.
Participate in what you know you are the best,
later improve and improvise in where you are lacking.

Never was it possible for anyone to climb the ladder of success without making any effort.
Remember efforts never go wasted,
focus needs to be maintained and the same must be kept intact.

Obstacles and failures are part of life,
so never compromise,
nor negotiate with neither obstacles and nor failures.
Learn lessons while tackling them.

Once the right moment in time comes in sight,
strike upon the same.
Definitely you will strike gold when you strike upon the right moment in time.

Let it be
Live life in the present with the present moment in time.
Make the best use of the present moment in time by giving your best in the present.

Across the house,
There's something going on
Sounds louder than ordinary
A discussion maybe
Exchanging views
They are shielded by the hanging leaves
Of a row of banana plants
Heads are bowing...then rising

Suddenly....a loud mix of sounds ...

A light wind blows, banana leaves sway
And the heads of those present spew
Angry meows,  
And arrrs,
And  hrrrs
And growls,
And grrrrs
And the enraged yelling of a human's voice
Overpower the soft, scared purring
In one corner...

Soon,
Inch by inch...
Three, four, striped stray cats, with a few kittens in tow
Distance  themselves
Away from a big, wide platter of food,
Being selfishly devoured
By two big mongrels, of brown and white...
The Feline Forum, supposed to be with free dinner,
Is over
Has just been disrupted
By unwanted visitors
Starving intruders that came by
This  early evening.

It is dusk...I see fire...I see both dogs
They're black as coal...fiery red-eyed...and triple-horned
Holding on to each of their tridents
I wish they'd go to hell....where they belong.


Sally


Copyright October 8. 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Shaky hands, cold lips,
Jumbled words, politics,
Burning cheeks, wikileaks,
Silent stares, distant week.

Twisted stomach, achy sighs,
Neither are more the wise,
Silent thoughts, weak spots,
Each word twisted in a knot.

Look man
I know life
It seems pretty bleak.
We all like
To jest
And make each-other
Look weak.

You've joined in too,
Please don’t deny,
You’re saying I’m blue
And of the bickering kind.

Well I think that’s just rude,
Although a bit true,
That you've just assumed
That I miss loving blooms
In warm summers
Breezing lovely songbird tunes.

Just let me say:
I love the Thrushes,
Finches, and Jays.
King Fishers
Fishing all day.

You see?
I hear songbird tunes.
Now won’t you tell me
That you've heard some too?

Have I told you of the seasons?
Fall endings, winters blue,
And spring’s tree sons?
Please and thank you.
I love that you've given me a reason.

It’s not like people love to share words,
Through and through,
Like season's turn
From orange
To red
To blues
And green's hue.

I’m not trying to bicker,
Or be slicker,
I just like to snicker
And be jocund or lesser.

So thank you for the inspiration
From your modest interpretation
Of the infinitely doubtful implications you see
When others debate on philosophy,
The abstract, the riddles, trite jests, even
The summer breeze and society.