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Sally A Bayan May 10
Scent...

............is a spray  
of sweet, nagging fragrance,
borne by a rush of air,
touching nostrils as it travels,
to stimulate, and scintillate
a parade of memories,
especially, when distance is great
and truly separates...
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could be from a bouquet of roses,
or a handful of jasmine...or,
the welcome smell of cinnamon, sage,
other spices...elements of what we call,
the fragrances of good cooking...or,
those of sweat and a fruity cologne,
blending, while working,
from caring....from loving...
::::::::::
it's a brush of summer wind
that captures, even a bit of a sniff
of any, or all of these scents...
::::::::::
these smells dwell in the senses
they reassure...that one person is never away
fears are held at bay...you're okay,
it brings calm to one's soul...
::::::::::
the nose...the other senses know,
the heart and the mind know
the source of all
these fragrances...
::::::::::
no perfume could ever equal
the scent(s) of a woman...
::::::::::

Sally



Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
January 30, 2018

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOTHERS
AND GRANDMOTHERS !!!
(From 2018......edited a bit.)
Diya Mar 21
U were lost in the depth of an unknown maoana,
Just like a melancholic docudrama.

No debris or remnants of you were ever found,
My ears haven't heard for months , your tranquil sound.

The distance is increasing with the speed of cosmic rays,
Thinking about you imprisons my mind in a profound haze.

Just moving on is the only option left
Even if you are an  andamantine memory,
This is the solution my heart suggest.

You now belong to the serene currents of aqua,
Miles away from my heart of scalding magma.

I know coherently that u have forgotten me,
Being busy with your charismatic karma under the sea.

A voice whispers  from my heart's abyss
"You are lost just like the  City of Atlantis!"
This is one of my old poem...
By mistake I deleted it ,so I'm reposting it again... It may be monotonous to some of you but sorry for inconvenience...
This poem is one of my favourite poem and hope you will enjoy it :)
Dougie Simps Feb 7
False claims, you said you loved me - my bed wasn’t the only place you lied. It’s funny when someone says “they’d never hurt you” - but watch you...as the blood rushes to your eyes.
Writer’s block slowly going away - feel like me again...or do I?
Hildealisha Jan 29
I'm unable to hear the music
That was once sung unto my ears
Yet the melody fleeted like candles
Sending the chills down to my spine
Reposted. (By suzyxhan)
acacia Jan 20
Under my canopy of transparency, 
the leaves and branches of the trees continued to go on searching for the brighter light, seeking refuge in the Star of the North, garnering their own mortal yellow giant. 

The bags beneath Eve’s eyes were as wilted petals, and the fibers of her hair were wiry strands of silk. 
Her skin knew no warmth, and her cheeks reached towards the Sun.
She stayed under my cool light, her skin soon blanching.
Eve looked towards the man who was made of gunpowder and smoke, Adam. He looked towards her, forever east. 
There he was, forever west. 
They wouldn’t make it alive unless they got tangled.
Unless they cut the stalks, stole the crops, and left the oven on.
It shouldn't have to be us, but it is.

Drawing ever near, guided by the faint light of the stars,
undeserved wings fell from her back. As she glided closer he began to buzz like neon. Roses bloomed beneath her skin when they finally touched; his lips tasted nothing like manna. It tasted like milk and honey.

They didn’t want the lights on any longer.
No need to baptize under my moonlight.
No need to baptize. No display for the Lord of the Day.
I’ll spray a mist of honey for their union. When it hits their atmosphere,
I will turn the lights off.

So I sprayed it like a drizzle of rain. 
Though, it was selfish for the rest of humanity, it didn’t matter.
The ones that mattered got it. Not even Paris can shine like them.
edited it so i'm reposting it.
Kambria Keelie Nov 2018
Go placidly amid the noise and haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;

and listen to others,

even the dull and the ignorant;

they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,

they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be,

and whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.

Strive to be happy.


- Max Ehrmann
Stumbled upon this beautiful poem today and it brought many inspiring reminders on life. Thank you.
GreenTrees Jul 2018
Adore! Adore! Adore...
A prayer for sacrifice never more...

Chimes the bells against the cathedral floor!
Adore! Adore! Adore...



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Karl von Mecklenburg
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