"yays" poems
The sight of rain,
of wet clothes, wet plants,
wet doorsteps, wet hopes and dreams,
and, that known scent of sadness and grief
all these...create soggy, sluggish minds
we just lost two dogs to the virus
the glum of monsoon rains affects the moods
the "yays" from cancelled classes
have all passed...
sun is shining, not too bright, though,
peeps like a tease, but,
enough to dry the ground...
i see vacant lots...almost naked now
motor's droning hum is a lullaby
that lulls the mind
a strong smell stirs the nostrils and
defines a welcome pleasance...
i sniff....and chase away sadness,
with this intriguing scent
.....of freshly cut grass....
Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 6:19 AM UTC
Can't you feel my screaming heart?
I feel all yours and it's unbearable
To know everyone's intention may seem ineffable
Though my passion is emotion and empathy my art
Dwelling silent in a crowded room
To the right a pursuit of lust
And my left a lack of trust
Empty grins with their facade and doom
Another item has been stolen
My peers in an unknowing uproar
I see the culprits guilt pour
From his weary eye and coven
The ***** swoons the love of an unworthy patron
She gazes at me with a tempting question
Attempting to construct my envy and affection
My will is stronger than that seducing notion
The lonely man makes a joking inquisition
All the rest see it as a laughable gesture
I look with sad eyes to see his slouching posture
He wants to die in his pathetic position
The muscle bound dunce smacks his lips
Glorified as the acrobatic conversationalist
Strapped men in shackles and girls can't resist
His compensated shortage of yays and yips
A quiet smile looks on with a perfect mask
Playing pretend with an inglorious burden
Faking a life inside of her chaotic garden
Of hollow theatrics in which she basks
There goes the lad with his flippy hair
The little ladies want a picture with the fellow
Oh you're so rad the flocking lasses bellow
And, you wonder why I don't seem to care?
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 10:07 AM UTC
Friday is for fry yays, queer guys
coming at me with the gold heart
and smooth, skin tender intentions
I’d rather call all my friends
and sit around being poor and pretty
at a park
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
Imagine this centered: And lunch with Kirk and Uncle Bubby
Even the birds are staying home today
Those flocks and flights whose accustomed spirals
Make animate the skies are grounded by frost
And leave the waters of the marsh in peace
Young men uniformed in Nomex 1 and beards
Spiral into Hollier’s Cajun Kitchen
From the barges and the maintenance shops,
Cracking units, pipelines and hotshot rigs
They are smart, tough, and strong; they fuel the world
And pose for pictures with the concrete pig 2
1 Nomex is a flame-resistant material developed by DuPont and is worn by workers in many industries, especially petro-chemicals. The man or woman in Nomex keeps our cars, our lights, and our lives functioning.
2 There are in fact two concrete pigs outside Hollier’s (pronounced “O-Yays,” says Uncle Bubby).
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
You are truly magnificent; you're great, you are marvelous, you're expansively strong, you are out of this world!
Be courageous, be humble, give back and build up, be dynamic, a student, and teacher, be BOLD!
I'm telling you this 'cause you don't hear it enough and I know you're unique and can impact the globe.
You have dreams and high hopes. Though negativity surrounds you,who you want to be fervently burns in your soul.
Hey beautiful and dedicated! Hey handsome and strong-willed! Don't let this life pass without honing your skills.
See success is not businessess, money or boats.
Established is not a doctorate, true wealth is not in notes.
Those "Yays" can't compare to the gleam in your eyes.
Those True Religion jeans are just fabric for thighs.
Those Jordans may be hot, all these things show you're paid but don't matter 'cause you're already beautifully made.
Do what you enjoy.
Fight for what you believe in.
Don't take "No" for an answer, please realize your dreams.
Reality is relative, no goal is impossible,
The prowess you subsume can create NEW extremes!
I love you and I believe in the positive change that you can be to the community and this world, but it's more important for you to believe in, respect, and love, YOURSELF.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
Unhealthy thoughts running through my head and I don't know what to do with them, attempt or pass, or may be should I shoot em dead, but with what......my pistol or her heart which is failing to do its part, I'm standing in this pool of wonder when I start to wander. Keepin my feet still is the trick that i constantly skip, But I'm trying not to move but somethings killen my grove..........Pay me with 100 kisses give me what my heart misses, but slowly i find no way to heal these burses, My mind is in constant daze surrounded by thick haze, As I can't seem to breathe through this phase, But its something deep that says misbehave, Stay true to you to myself, but I can't be real if I'm standing by myself, Who knows I exist but me, is a Unicorn real if he believes but no one can see him, Is there a *** of gold at the end of a rainbow if there is no end to them.....Deep thinking for a fool, With yays and nays but no real news, Just random questions that leave him confused, A beautiful Lie can tell the truth but the ugly truth just tells me lies! what to do with my Wandering feet that stay still every time I start to sink...........
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 10:27 AM UTC
this year was never
yours
it was all about
you
your choice
yourself
you yielding
towards any
yeses
yays
yums
yucks
but most importantly
this is all about
you
so just let's turn everything around
with new hellos
turn those yawns
to happy smiles
paint them yellow
let's yell
our young selves
with yearning
xo
Dec 30, 2020
Dec 30, 2020 at 11:57 PM UTC
Spread your wings
feel you up
by the swings
keep your shirt
snowfall dirt
By the bench
keep the *****
heal your heart
it's all in French
Most are days
Sunny yays
moistened lips
Myster slips
he's got blood
on his shirt
most of all
a bit of dirt
quite a fall
down the drain
sunny days
no more pain
pitch that tent
keep your heart
quite intent
to imagine
heaven sent him
for a break in
make or break it
It's my time
I think I'll make it
Most of all
try your best
It's all you're worth
Just this pile
It's how I satisfy
Just don't tell me
I can't fly
In 2 years
With a smile
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
I thank God for the Rejections
I thank God for the No's
I'm Happy with a turn downs because
In my heart God knows
He Leads me down another direction
His Angels guard me with protection
For this I know This is just a Lesson
I Thank God for the
Unanswered Calls
All my uprisings and my downfalls
I Thank God for the Yays and the Nays
For I'm Looking Forward for my Better Days
I Thank God for the Let downs
He was Always there and will Always be Around
I Thank God for the Good and the Bad
I Thank Good for the Happy and Sad
I Thank God for the Closed Doors
I Thank God for what He has has Store!!
B.R.
Date: 6/26/2022
Aug 21, 2024
Aug 21, 2024 at 12:38 PM UTC
JUST as you are.
In yays,
In nays,
In dirt,
In praise,
In all,
In nothing,
In cold,
In sweat,
In confusion,
In conviction,
In tears,
In presence,
In chaos,
In faith,
He says “Come."
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
More grease to your elbows
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
More paraffin to your elbows
We will go on a honey-moon
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
We will go on a sugar-noon
Full-stop
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not
Fool-stop
Slap slapped, sleep slept
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Slap slapped, sleep sleeped
I own ten sheep and fishes
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
I own ten sheeps and fishes
He is going to three stadia and banks
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
He is going to three stadiums and banks
Tall, taller and handsome, more handsome
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Tall, taller and handsome handsomer
Give him his book, and give her, her book
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Give him, him book, and give her, her book
Shall, should and must, must
We say, I hear
Why not? Why not?
Shall and should and must, mould
This world of nays and yays
We say, I hear
We say, I hear
This world of ups and downs
This crazy world of English
Why not, why not
Why not, why not
Where I am so proud to be an alien.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
the mindseyewide
receptor of
signal
(from who the hell knows where)
called "thought"
palimpsest of them
hitting send send send
signals crisscross
caught
fingers laced
lovers curl into blur
then gone
now
you space
wondering
where it went
Precept One:
all yays are soon to be blah
...
all's jus a
herenothere
super quick
so get it get it
make sure yer gods are
tied tight n double knotted k?
because you will get hit
right in the feels
that's
*******
life
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:35 PM UTC
I chiseled away at my marble,
chipping off the faults they proclaimed,
carving the weird, the unworthy,
leaving veins of 'truth'
Fingerprints linger in the dust on the floor,
where the best remnants lay forgotten,
the shoes that were too goody,
the hips that were too round,
the laugh that was too loud,
the silly khaki-less fantasies tie-dyed
and woven with moonbeams.
I stood in galleries,
tying my approval to wanted 'yays'
but no one recognized the girl
who was still holding the hammer.
I sat beside her,
my hand upon the chasm,
where a heart should've burgeoned,
and felt only stone,
pining for her name within the dolomite.
The crows brought me a mirror,
reflecting the squareness I had tried to shape
from my hexagonal being,
edges missing, sanded down
to match the softness of the world.
'rebuild' they cawed
recementing, unhallowing,
letting the fractures bloom moss,
and the rough edges catch the light,
we are not meant to echo.
Let the gallery grow wild,
breaking through the sedimentary,
sparkling eternal agate
from the stardust of which we are made.
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 10:39 AM UTC