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on a gentle breeze
fluffy dandelion seeds
did saunter around
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2020
If
The mind
Is fertile

At
Any age
One can learn
Genre: Minimalist
Theme: Enroll
a low flying crow
eyed pumpkin seeds lying
in Helen's backyard
Karijinbba Aug 2020
~~~~~If------
      *I

          want
            *to hold

               something
               *wholly good

                    in my hands
               thinking of you
              beloved true love
             in the forest laying
                I'd hold two sacred
                        long avocado
                           shaped seeds
                            in my hands
                         ever so gently
                         stroking both
                      Day dreaming
                   Of the one king
    who loved me the most
    in this whole wide world
     My twin flame twin soul
    Great among great elite
   Richest among richest
        King among kings
            My wilderness
                           Ghost
                         Lord
                          ~~~~~
­By:Karijinbba
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2020
I miss you wishing you recalling your creative writing class -rdd/bba-74-75.
Sally A Bayan Jul 2020
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On this gift of space,
we maintain a garden
where grows many kinds of seeds,
some flourish...some die...some
are stunted...they just don't grow,

we do what we do best
in this garden
we try to be better,
even when on a standstill,
or when snugs pop up
and distract
we stray from focus...but,
try to get back on track
we...........persevere,
and along the way, we inspire,
and enhance others, too,

we're on the clouds when fruits
of our labor are appreciated
for, high up there is a temple
most of us aim to reach
to experience some glory
to taste sweet water
from the fountain of fame,

but, its flow...dries bit by bit,
winds of change blow, to remind,
there are others, too, in the line,
waiting for their share of drink,
we move over...we give way...
but, we don't stop planting
we just lie low, at times, disappear,
then start down there........again,
like a newcomer........persevering,
aiming for the temple.......again,
not as eager as the first time,
but, just savouring
the blissful feeling,
when it comes...
::::::::::::::::


Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 11, 2020
(Already seven years last March,
  and still moving about, in this
  garden called Hello Poetry...where
  various kinds of poetry are posted,
  and the best poets, who're friends, too,  
have come and gone...come back, then
go again...there are those that are still here
...how i love and miss them all...)
hybridstorm Jul 2020
Hey future,
I need you to listen to me,
I yearn for splashes of colors
for I have traces invisible
I work for hands reliable
for I need to have what it takes for the undescribable
I try to get things all nice and glowy
so please make them sliced yet flowy.

                                                         ­            -storm-
Future-the mind boggler.
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