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Sally A Bayan Nov 2018
Maybe, we're just walking...or working,
merely going through our daily grind,
suddenly, the unexpected pops up,
something hard to ignore...we react...

when circumstances call for it,
mothers and fathers become doctors,
other times, to  plumbers, or carpenters,
even ministers of the church...

some folks, after their nine to five stints,
volunteer....to mingle with despondent
souls, like prisoners... reach out to them,
as priests or trusted friends do......
some swim, or paddle through floodwaters
to give food and supplies to flood victims,
others cross through fires to save lives,
others care for orphaned, or abandoned kids...
nurses, doctors,  even ordinary citizens,
walk the extra mile...help those lost in their
own illnesses.....to find themselves back.
............................the list never ends...

"mysteries" always unfold before us,
their purposes are incomprehensible, but,
they turn us into healers, therapists, carers,
we, at times become miracle workers...

even cold-hearted people were born
with seeds of love embedded within them
in some mysterious ways, the willingness
to change hats occurs, when the need arises...


Sally

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 29, 2018
George Krokos Oct 2018
Are you an accidental parent in the world today
when there's so much uncertainty about at play?
People are so caught up in the lusts of the flesh
and don't really know how to escape this mesh.

They fall headlong into a premature parenthood
and don't allow things to unfold as they should.
Sure, nature has a way and takes its own course
but are we not all a victim of some blind force?

It starts at puberty and right through adolescence
there's a really strong urge involved with essence.
Our bodies undergo transformation into adulthood
there's no way around it; all are subject to the mood.

Also, there is so much ignorance in the world today
embedded in the minds of most people in such a way.
They can't see themselves when being taken for a ride
ending with an unwanted burden they're unable to hide.

If they follow those ways of the common throng
it will only lead them into a place that is wrong.
And if revolving around the centre of their groins
they go against the advice 'to gird up one's *****'.

However, this may happen without much thought
and they find themselves very often being caught.
Especially if there are two willing to fulfil desires
that between them both aren't what Love inspires.

For Love has a lower cousin which is called lust
those who are much controlled by it can go bust.
It doesn't matter then who you may happen to be
lust over Love has made a stand, we do now see.
_______
Written early in 2018.
I hope that this poem is not taken to be mocking any person who find themselves in such a state because it can happen to just about anyone.
Rose Everest Oct 2018
Her hair,
Soft like a brand new bed sheets on my wrecked bed.
Her smile,
Sweet like the coffee I drank a couple of hours ago.
Her scent,
It lingers everywhere; whether it is in my room or in my dreams.
Her,
She is my first unexpected love.
I fell for a women
The wistfulness of new love between us,
Those sweet smiles that accompany surprise,
That unexpected love must have been us,
Love at first sight each time before our eyes.

I pretend you’re someone I haven’t kissed,
And laugh because inside you know me well,
Our love is new but there’s no time we’ve missed,
Our love is growing in this youthful spell.

The longer we’re in love the more we start,
Playing out in delightful random ways,
Surprised and overwhelmed I match your heart,
We pass our years as if they were but days.

Our love renewed each day promises more
Of unexpected I’ve been looking for.
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ktle Oct 2018
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
Vince Victoria Aug 2018
Red
Like blood on white tile
A fair maiden's lips
Your hair last summer

Blue
Like a choking man
A child's eyes glist'ning
Your fav'rite color

Yellow
Like weathered parchment
My mother's long hair
Your car's bright paint job

Green
Like moss on a rock
The leaves on a tree
The passport you left

Purple
Like bruises on skin
Orchids on a vine
Your prom date's necktie

Orange
Like fire cleansing all
The light on my porch
The sun on your face

Brown
Like earth we'll return
A mug of cocoa
And some sourdough bread

White
Like pale, frigid skin
My face when I saw
What you have become

Black
Like life without you
A life without you
My life without you
"follow the yellow brick road"
the witch didn't die
cinderella didn't go to the ball
sleeping beauty didn't wake up
belle escaped the beast
snow white was poisoned and killed
jasmine didn't go with aladin
moana stayed on the island
ariel sayed under water
tiana didn't kiss the prince
rapunzel stayed in the tower
pocahontas didn't save john smith
mulan stayed in the village
anna didn't go after elsa
elsa controlled her powers
anastasia/anya didn't care about her past


a world where evil wins
and there are no princesses
is a scary world.

be careful, princess.
C Aug 2018
voices sound the same
they did, until I met you
now I just seek yours
Vanessa Bebeau Aug 2018
I started this way, but to my dismay, life had other plans

A day like any other, to make and break the world


At the time it seemed to be.. Rationality,

As if I had a choice, I thought I took a chance

Renouncing doubt I dove in,

To pay the fee and get it out, the finite and allotted amount.

Alas it doesn't work that way.


15 years have come and gone,

From this side of forever... it doesn't seem so long

I didn't realize at the time

This story would be mine
Nikki Jayne Jul 2018
Last time I wrote about you it was an ode of letting go
A release of what once was, what I thought would never be again
Though this life has its many surprises and seeing you again is surely one of them
When I think of you lover from distant lands my belly does a snap crackle pop
Yet I'm wary of my minds expectations, it's day dreams of a life together
I listen to my body, I feel how it reacts to the thought of you, of your smile, of your sparkling lake centred eyes
And I'm taken to a body of bliss
A place of joy and play
of life and love
Oh mind, I beg of you please let's live in the moment and leave what will be to the place of distant dreams.
~see thank you for leaving for context~
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