The moment you get up after a fall
You win

At sixty plus
       a series of scenes from a life past
       started flashing back...swaying,
       like soft organza curtains, giving
in to forces of the wind...blowing,

recalling...things that used to be,
       places, faces i no longer see,
       people i haven't met and long to meet,
       words i meant to say....but didn't,
       things i failed to do, but still meaning
       to, given fresh starts...it's tiring,
       counting "should haves," so i'm saying,
etcetera, etcetera.....the list is unending.

At past seventy,
       sunrises are lovely as ever...and bolder,
       sunset moments are quieter...and holier,
       old days seem nearer,
       with poetry-writing, the call is stronger
         while still dabbling in beads-making,
       designs pour over me, when stringing
moonstones, sodalite, and lapis lazuli.

I am in a different zone.
       when mixing poetry and natural stones
       to me, a word is a crystal, a gemstone
it's merely a word to some...a stone unknown.

I guess...at late seventies,
       i'll still be in white shirts and blue jeans,
       creating unique, interesting themes for poetry,
       say, a big bus with travelers, seated hesitatingly,
       or, finding a bright tunnel's end, serendipitously,
       or, unrepenting souls sinking deeper, regretfully,
more silly love poems?  i'd indulge willingly

my frame may turn fragile...i pray, not my poetry,
       not my judgment, nor my decision-making,
not my courage, especially, when i'm past eighty.


sally b

©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
June 18, 2021

There was no bridge that was too far
No letter mailed that was too short
No message tacked to the back door
Or shouted out in front as a last resort

The open cupboard bears no fruit
The garden grows green of ****
There are no mountains , just a hill
And mutterings of , "it's all God's will."

The windows feel like bullet holes
The rusty nails tremble , weak
Wondering is it safe inside
Knowing there's nothing there that I now seek

So by ease the river flows
I sit and think and want to know
As twigs and leaves float on by
I'm asking if this isn't all a great big lie

You can always count on those pretty blue skies
Except those days it clouds
to rain from way up high
And the stores have not remained the same
when going down streets of first or main

I made a mistake we all will do
That something's stuck to the past life's super glue
There is nothing there that now remains
Except my foolish folly and
broken panes

Old Memories of that Special Day …
That Old City Venue ..
Relatives and Friends.  
That Peace and Calm
Changing our Lives for Ever …
Nervous and Excited
As we started our New Journey.  

Twenty One Years of Love and Understanding.
Twenty One Years of Low and High.

Seems like Yesterday.

Before my eyes I see
All the darkness in the world
Growing slowly in the minds
Replacing all the love and goodness taking over all the light.
People filled with hatred
No love nor happiness to find
No peace either and no peace of mind
Wish for a guardian angel
Someone landing in my world
Bringing light into the darkness
Saving life, man and earth
Come to me beautiful creature
With featherlight wings you fly
With enough light inside you
To lighten up the skies
Making everything green greener, putting
sparkles in the sky
You hold all the light within you
To brighten up this life
Fairy from heaven
Colorful just like a butterfly
Wings just like an angel
Impress me with your magic
Save this world and our lives.


Shell ✨🐚