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"separator" poems
It springs voluntarily, ...it's like a small voice An invisible separator, and An unseen magnet... Amidst overwhelming crowds in your life You step back.....you analyze..... Pleasantries...short or long, are flowery Nonstop gratitude is inebriating What could be better, ...than, all at once, From out of the blue ...a rainbow will appear A kind of force is born ...for both giver and receiver An energy that draws eyes, attention ...it's like waking up from a long sleep, Pulls like a magnet...an irresistible force, That invites, with open arms ...it's like hearing a voice, saying: "You belong here, with me, baby, ........stay! Sally Copyright October 22, 2016 Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
A FEELING OF BELONGING
I'm late again for the train not my period except the one that comes at the end of this sentence. I barely make it too Saikyo-line the worst place for women and girls but it's on the way so I put up with it even though it's packed and hot and full of sweaty people. I'm lucky I guess to find a seat. There's a man beside me dressed all for business he doesn't look in my direction So I think nothing of it. While I settle in there's the slightest brush against my arm I react and then disregard it as filtering air. A few minutes go by I text a friend on my phone and the same brush comes again but closer to my chest. I react the same way I move closer to the separator and continue on with my text. More minutes pass and there the touch comes but now it's a grasp low on my hip. The boy across from me laughs as I jump out from where I was seated but the business man acts as if he was asleep. I do nothing Just like the boy laughing does. and it goes on until I get off at the next stop. There's a schoolgirl that walks by me, takes the seat where I sat I should warn her, I think but I keep moving on. If you do nothing Nothing gets done.
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Chikan
She lifted the limp wing of the crane gingerly Fallen some days earlier, it had been fighting. Fighting some unknown enemy that can only be known to the rest of us as pain, the universal enemy and binder of souls. Today the crane stopped fighting. Finally overcome in his losing battle against broken wings, our story's broken heart. As Viola sat by the fallen bird, she sighed- Not the sigh of the broken-hearted, but the sigh of the sigh of the black bird that sits at the edge of the battlefield and grows weary of the sight of death All things beautiful, she decided, must die along with the ugly and reviled This great separator, death, unites us all
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Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 4:47 PM UTC
All Things Beautiful
No way to talk, when I meet you No means to chat, when I see you Throwing the hints every time Needs you to understand any time My stare is a proof of my affection Your smile is an evidence of your love But still boundaries are the separator Social beliefs are the hindrance Every morning I pray, I could see you Every bus I take, I could reach you Every step I walk, I could find you Every word I speak, I could teach you Yes, I am a teacher, you are not Your curious eyes are cross on me Your pompous walk is the hit on me But still boundaries are the separator Social beliefs are the hindrance
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Hindrance
Love and affection, bounded by blue water The only place which make us vivid It is not the pool where we only swim Bowl of love, with water as a medium No matter, where we live, stay, and work No thoughts, when and where we meet The only place which make us alive Is the blue water, bounded by love Purity, within it To clean up all the bad sin we did No ego, no selfishness only is the love And make us feel like we are child Rubbing and caring each other The every jump and flip we take Fills the life with joy of nearness No bother, distance is the separator But it is only the water which bounds us It is not the pool where we swim It is bowl of love, with water as a medium
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Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
Water and love
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Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
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