"peo" poems
Intrusion
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The scent of pine came strong with the wind that morning
Blowing above the countless small ripples that seemed to hurry
Traveling...uninterrupted...playing their game,
Unraveling floating tree branches,
Tangled in a mess, with cracked bamboo poles...
Red dragonflies, orange butterflies and green-breasted birds,
Hovered
Over the clear blue water...
Unafraid...
They knew they would be
Unscathed
So long as they kept a safe
Distance above the surface.
Water flowing was a soft, caressing music....
like a lullaby
playing, by the peaceful river,
The river...a vast dance floor, where serenity waltzed
Where leaves had fallen...carried further away
By the playful breeze...
and the nonstop current that ran deep,
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Deep as the thoughts of a lone soul, treading the shore
Both hands in pockets...taking time to walk
...lifting each foot from the crumbling sand
...while singing a song---
"Imagine there's no heaven
...it's easy if you try...
...no hell below us
...above us, only sky
Imagine all the people
...living for today....hmm...."
...kicked a small twisted can
three---four steps, then kicked a used paper cup
seemed to be good at kicking
not concerned about hitting anybody
like it was common territory....
"Imagine there's no countries
it isn't ...hard to do
nothing to **** ....or... die for
and...no religion....too
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imagine all the peo...ple
living...life...in...peace...hmm"
Walking...and kicking...there appeared a rhythm
Humming...singing same lines over...and over
Seemed to enjoy the walking
The kicking, the singing
And the wading
"You may say i'm a dreamer
...but i'm not the only one
...hmmm... someday....you'll join....
And the world...will be....as one....
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The ripples rushed..........
..............down the waterfall
.................cascaded...fast...
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.....................and before long
....the river....
and the intruder
became...one.
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~~~~~the birds whistled
~~~the leaves rustled
~the wind whispered
They all sweetly sang
Like distant church bells
That softly rang.
Sally
Copyright July 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
Pai n voi ces b od ys c o r p s e s gu ilt hat re d ang er sad ness blo od gu ts ste nch de a th he ll peo ple ene mys all ies fam ily lov ed o n e s fri ends se arin g pa i n b r ok en b o nes to rtu re N O mer cy
men tal sani ty L O S T m in d br o k e n HIM I am HIM n o i c a nt b e ple as e just
ki ll M E?
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
Li-ttle peo-ple do-ing a-dult things.
Life is too slow, get out of the slow lane.
Friends are too dull, get out of your mind.
Hitch a ride on the veins of your arm.
This liquid is the fertilizer to your flowers.
The ink to your shocking autobiography.
You've broken those ropes that once constrained,
Left that home that made you gasp for air.
So drive off into the sunset and breathe.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
There used be this radio station
....Until I a w a k e
That played all the songs I really liked
. .....*We just ......hope that you
ma de it.*
But it never came in quite right
*We hope that
you're celeb
ratin
g.*
But I still used to listen everyday
With peo. ple you mis...shhhhh/ s.
To the static.
*And bur..... li
ke a beaco
n,*
Because somehow it was still satisfying
*Guidi
ng........... our s
.............hip*
And when it would rain,
*aroun
d this helli
sh shoal.*
I guess it cut out the interference.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
And maybe thats why...
I feel you when it rains
Cause I'm missing you to death.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC
everything i write
is nothing like me
id even say maybe
i have more conn-
ection to other pe
-oples work than
my own
how do other peo
-ple find the words
they actually want
to write or is it all
just like some kind
of settling
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
they came like a hurricane
wave after wave of unceasing rain
each drop a smeared false reflection of
faces of friends of family we once did love
and as the torrential rain spilled
more of our people were killed
and the world we knew quickly eroded
the iron in our bones broke brittle and corroded
drenched in this forsaken diseased sea
we become more of what we feared to be
as cold and dead as the death around us
losing all sense of what was right and just
yet still we fight endlessly to survive
yet still our hope is still stubbornly alive
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
I
stopped being
scared long
enough to
realize you..
One day won't
matter. If the Earth
stops turning and the
tides reclaim the equator
I'll let the sea swallow your thoughts
I won't worry if you made it to your house safe at midnight
If one day
The pyramids are the
only things that make it in this
world then I won't cry thinking that
I keep losing what I already lost when I said goodbye
If the Sun stops
burning then I won't mind
when the cold becomes my hands
then I
will no longer care to hear you
complain about their lack of warmth
If we
were the last
peo- ple
alive then
I would
still love you
B u t t h i s t i m e
I wouldn't dare waste the time we had left
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC