"aftenoon" poems
Home airs have become quieter,
Things are back to normal...
Here in this house, which isn't my home,
The soundless afternoon winds bring a touch of melancholy,
Holiday season is finished, the hours pass by so slowly.
In the living room, my eyes strayed upwards,
Towards a Christmas wreath left hanging on the wall...
A sunbeam was shining weakly over it...but,
It rested on the wreath long...long enough, it dazzled me with a reality
That changed the preponderant gloomy atmosphere...
The wreath will be kept, for next year...
It is sad to think, another season over
Another year over....and
December is still eleven months away,
But.... the reason for the season could linger on, if we choose to.
It is said, charity begins at home, but it doesn't have to end there...
We quickly stretch our hands for our family, close friends in need,
They are our loved ones, it feels good...feels like Christmas!
But the old, the blind, the disabled people, are strangers, waiting...
What if we gave them even just a bit of ourselves....even just for a while?
Some warmth, or smiles...a hand to find their way,
The Christmas feeling would be alive! Stronger!
For the street children, the orphans in a hospice, it means Christmas,
To be fed, kept warm with clothing and shelter, any time, day, or month.
They... we...would feel a heavenly kind of peace surround us...
It would mean everything for the prisoners, the juvenile delinquents
If we could spend an aftenoon with them,
Listen to their rumblings, litanies of their pain, their losses,
Hear their past moments of glory...of how it is
To be neglected... deserted by their own loved ones...
It is Christmas day, to see them lifted from their agonizing silence, beaming...
To see a child's lost front teeth, as ***** gives a smile of happiness
While holding a bag of goodies and gifts of toys,
Would melt the ice...the stone-cold airs dwelling within...
Maybe, even the lukewarm souls could change...
It is Christmas for them...... for, these short-lived holiday moments,
Mean the world to them...
Yes.....
Charity begins at home, but it does not end there...
If only we could stretch our hands...bearing in mind---
A kind deed done to our fellow human beings,
Is as good as done to God.
The sun shines bright on that Christmas wreath on the wall,
Any time, any day of the year....
Even if it's not there at all...
"Whatever you have done to the least of my brethren, you have done unto me..." (Matthew 25:40)
Sally
Copyright 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
understand that at times she will be involved one hundred percent
but five minutes later will act as though she does not want you.
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
know that after that fight you two had, when she goes running to her ex,
she doesnt care about him, shes just getting your attention, it worked.
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
believe that she is not incapable of love, you just have to be ultra-aware,
she shows affection in different ways, like "did you make it home safe?"
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
learn how to tell the difference between "i love you" on a sunday aftenoon
and an "i livr yiu" late friday night drunk text, for they both are pure but have different conditions.
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
know that when her world if flipped upside down, she expects a visit,
don't stay too long, for she will want to be alone, but if she asks, stay.
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
understand that to her, *** doesnt mean love,
and love doesnt mean ***
talk to her about it.
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
show her that you love her,
but do not smother her,
she is not used to that, and will be scared.
if you fall in love with the broken hearted girl,
always remember she loves you,
whether she hasnt said it yet or hasnt said it much,
she is still recovering, but she still loves you, more the you can ever imagine.
kb
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
the train's presence blows her hair
as the sleeping dust on the tracks
run to meet her face.
-
she wants time to slow
and the aftenoon to go by fast;
she indecisively decides
to take the second train.
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She wonders how they're doing.
are they having fun in the cold; she
wonders if they're tasting the bitter
wind against their harsh tongues;
or if they feel the amount of angst
and anger she does, currently.
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She tastes the quiet breeze
against her sweet tongue, back aching
in thought, her mind and eyes blurring
out what's happening right now:
on the train she's on.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC