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oni Apr 2015
maybe
one day
we will
meet again

bumping
carts
at the
grocery store

or
walking
the dog
in the
park.

maybe
one day
we will be
okay
again,

hopefully.
Sally A Bayan Apr 2015
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At the threshold, or doorstep
Of a ship...a gallery,
A house...a library,
It could be a forest, or a museum,
A new school or shop, a church,
An office, a factory,
On entering a new city, or country,
Take a bucket, or two
It's all up to you
There are lots of new stuff to learn,
Leave eyes, ears wide open
Be free to explore...don't worry,
Mind is a sponge,
A lot it could absorb---it is eager, for
Discovery is an adventure,
It beckons,
Knowledge awaits,
Just remember---discernment is vital.

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It could be a birthday bash
A wedding, a wake
A seminar,  or convention
First day of classes, new job
Or, a simple get-together
Where awakenings and enlightenment occur
Where you meet new faces, new friends
Old friends to reunite with
Maybe, someone to fall in love with
Could be somebody warm
Or cold...may be aloof
Brave...may be broken
Discernment is always vital.
When standing at the threshold of a heart,
Be more sensitive
Be more careful with your bucket
No one feels the air there, except you
No one knows what could happen
at the end of your visit
For, discovery is always an adventure
It beckons....knowledge awaits
It could build...or break a future.

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So put your hands in your pockets
But keep the fires burning
Be thirsty for knowledge
Of poison, better beware
Keep in mind: discernment is vital
It's all up to you...for,
At every doorstep
There await buckets.

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Sally
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­Copyright December 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
XIII Mar 2015
I'll take your hand and shake it
Congratulate you and inside my pocket
I'll take a letter that contains this
Little message I call a poem

I'll give it to you and then
I'll probably smile weakly but it's genuine
All my best wishes to you I'll send
Then I'll leave, holding my tears as much as I can

You see I wrote this way back when
She was mine and I was still her present
For some reason something happened
A battle we can never ever win

But anyway the reason I wrote this
For you and for her, but mainly for my peace
Cause there are things you should know, you really need
So jot down notes and to me you should heed

You should learn the art of making surprises
Not to force it to you, but that's what I've started
You should continue, so that she won't feel different
It doesn't matter what kind, just be consistent

Don't write her poems
I would like to leave that gesture as mine
To separate myself from you and from them
To trademark myself in her mind

Understand her vanity, it's what defines her
Support her confidence, don't make it crumble
She'll share this within you, you'll soon discover
So, won't you agree she's the most beautiful?

Be open to her, tell her everything
She likes to tell stories, make sure to listen
Be funny, keep her smiling and laughing
Even if being stupid is what it means

There will be times you'll feel unsure
Just always be reminded of your love for her
Do not let your love and faith falter
As her love for you will vanish next to never

Don't ever hurt her, oh don't you dare
Do remember that I still care
I will have the upper hand in case
You won't have it fair and square

Finally, love her like you'll never love again
Give her your full loyalty and be firm as you can
Because she is worth it and that is what she deserves
You'll never find anyone like her I swear

But still after all I wrote
I prayed that I won't need to pass this letter on
That I'll just keep this letter to myself
And will reread this in the future as a reminder

Because I don't want to leave her side
I don't want to be just her past
I want to be her present and future
And somehow prove that there is forever

However, if you were true
On second thought, I won't be giving this to you
No, because I don't want you to have a clue
Because I'll be bitter if she and I were through

Now, I am not even sure why I'm writing this
Maybe, just in case, I give this warning
To myself and to you, a future intruder
Or maybe, to at least have myself a souvenir
Poem after "To Your Past".
Austin Barlow Apr 2015
Science is a wonderful thing, it is
Science is here, there, and surrounding all.
From the mines below to the rocketships above
Technology surrounds us, one and all
We have mixed substances to make concrete
And use concrete to create our buildings.  
Science is such a magnificent thing
And for a couple reasons you see.  
Today, lasers that can destroy aircrafts
‘Morrow even colonizing planets
But one thing is true and one thing is real,
Science is really our true compassion.  
As we search for extraterrestrials
As we look towards spatial expansion.
First sonnet written ever
Emily Joyce Apr 2015
Dear future whoever you are,

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry if I can't seem to say the words "I love you" without stumbling over the words, or saying them really fast and running away, or them sounding stiff and forced like I don't really mean them, because I can assure you

I do

But you see the thing is

My family was never big on "I love you's"

Or affection for that matter, you see

We prefer "make sure the doors locked" being thrown over a shoulder as it rushes out the door

Or the ever so entertaining " put your seatbelt on, before I decide to test my breaks" as we are driving down a road

And just let me apologize in advance if you ever tell me that you, love me

And I freeze

It's not from shock I swear, okay maybe it is, a little bit, depending on the situation

But its probably mostly due to not being used to hearing it

I mean in the fifteen years I have under my belt so far I can't recall ever  hearing them said to me

So forgive me if I freeze, and then give an awkwardly delayed " I love you" back

And just know this

No matter how awkward or delayed or stuttered or fast it's said

I only say those three words when I mean them

And it's hard for me to say them

It really is

So dear future whoever you are

Please understand

I may not have heard them much

But I understand the meaning behind them

And just know

I love you, too
I'm not sure what to read in school when I get back, any suggestions?
( I'm really proud of this one! )
Charlie Apr 2015
As the sky darkens I reflect on the day.
Wasted? Or time well used?
I wonder what tomorrow will bring...
Amitav Radiance Apr 2015
Millions of years of existence
Earth carries layers of history
Abundant and bountiful
They thrived during their peak
Happiness and coexistence
Turned to rambunctious ambitions
Valiant hearts turned violent
Severing the ties of humanity
Colored the layers of history in red
Tyrants and traitors marred the existence
Of the beautiful fabric of mankind
Stained fate, never to recover
Sometimes nature turned foe
Obliterating life from this Earth
History is the silent custodian
Testimony to the many facets of humanity
We bring our downfall
Mired in controversies and revenge
Saga of shameful acts and own dereliction
Sifting through the layers of history
It’s not for the faint-hearted to endure
The rough tales of disasters and annihilation
Millions of years and many more thereafter
At the crossroads of humanity
History is waiting to add many more layers
To the annals of its testimony
Magnuda Apr 2015
The flames of the past,
Stand to bellow out good steam,
To fill future sails.
Chansee Williams Apr 2015
bestfriend..?
you cannot redesign
what was already born to be shined
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