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The gentle waves whisper secrets to the shore
As the seashells glisten in the sunlight
A symphony of colors, shapes, and textures
Each one with a story to tell

The ocean breeze carries tales of distant lands
Of pirates and mermaids, of shipwrecks and lost treasures
The rhythm of the sea drums in my heart
A lullaby from Mother Nature's own lips

I walk along the sandy shore
Feeling the cool water tickle my toes
A sense of peace washes over me
In the presence of this vast, eternal world

I pick up a seashell, hold it to my ear
And listen to the song of the sea
A melody of memories, of dreams, of hopes
Echoing through the chambers of my soul

I watched the skyline from the sea shore.
Staying seated on my comfy chair,
Behaving as if I didn’t care.
I still wanted to go to a new place,
Where I'd be loved,
And I'd be respected.
I realised that I must break the chains,
And I must surf the waves,
For I wanted to have new horizons.

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This summer's heat was worse,
problems are at their extremes,
burning, like undying embers.

Murmurs in government, in
public and private communities,
create chaos.

Repetition, initiates a desire
to walk away from what upsets
even for a while...some just

Laugh things off, too tired of
useless smiles and handshakes,
some get fed up, walk away, and

Go to the waters, to the shores
filled with voices crying for peace,
seeking justice.

Throughout our struggles...the
battles we fight, we always must
maintain a dignified silence.

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We deserve some respect
no matter
what.
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Monsoon season has come,
soon...rain will pour and
shall inundate.


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 8, 2024

I remember why I keep looking back
This was the time I lost you
They say we’ve improved
Yet every year, still lost
And sad
This really isn’t a poem
It’s the hard earnest truth
And it doesn’t take
A Hemingway to see it
It just is
A lonely iceberg to come a shore
Never no more to be again
And this is okay

The rolling ocean of time appears so vast
that who knows how far back into the past
it extends and of our present moment only being
just a slight impression on its shores we’re seeing
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You thought I was falling apart before
But at that point I still had my feet on the floor
Now, I don't even see the ground anymore
No clues on what I'm in store for
For now or for forever more
Did I drift or swim out far to far from the shore?
I'm far further than a metaphor can illustrate, further than ever before
Memories so distant they've been redesignated as basic lore
What more can you do when you've lost your core
And it was you who held open the door...
...once more

©2024

Does the score even matter when it's no longer about a win
Past, present and future always battlin'
While I try my damnedest to locate a viable position
Cause really I just want to keep playin' or at least keep that an option
And for the long run

©2024