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I'm not rich
Nor pinch penny poor
I have gold in my thoughts
I have silvery shining
struts
You can't have what I don't have
You can't give me what I don't need
I can't be crazy
You said I'd lost my mind
If I am so lazy
Why am I always moving on
Time is money
Money is time
What a bipolar truth
My cup runneth over with nothing
You can't have nothing until you have nothing to
lose
Hey Brother !
Can you spare me a dime
I'll repay you with time
Hollow hearts of ancient oaks
Barren are the arms of Winter's coats
Awakened to the crush of frozen snow
Crisps in air , the sun so low

Lend me soul to fly away
to clear skies that brings the day
Let my lungs breathe in deep
Wishing for joy my feet could leap

I struggled with weakness and found it strong
That truth is deceitful so claims my wrongs

The cold now resides deep of bone
Much like death's call from decrepit home
The warmth of July's have duly gone
Replaced by the certainties I can't prolong

So be it my flesh of black and blue
The bite stings now so ever  true
Yet the heart remains achingly  young
As the final breath eventually comes

So slides down beneath the oak
The last breath of Sun  finally choked
Eternal night now slips on in
On glossimer wings so silky thin

What's behind the veil is truth
Unlike the strength of withered youth
My face pressed to the heart of glass
But my vision is clouded looking past

Relax now its natures way
Comes to everyone somehow someday
I lay my rest in my makers hands
The only truth that forever stands
❤️


Conversations are brief surprises,
sweet, like unexpected presents,
polite, yet laced with
genuine affection and
a growing fervour;
with every farewell,
strength flies with the wind,
almost...like breath, departing
         :::::::::
for, love hides...confines itself
in the ***** of the heart, it is
known, and yet, not known, but
silently exuding a sweet scent,
a subtle fragrance...more enduring
than a gentle spray of White Linen,
or, dabs of Dolce and Gabbana...its
scent lingers, the nostrils remember.
it clings deeper, dwelling on skin pores,
in every fiber of the mind...in the veins
that carry blood, to and from the heart.
            ::::::::::
it is a fragrance so reassuring,
never vanishing...more calming,
more relaxing than a glass, or two
of chilled Champagne, or sweet Moscato
           :::::::::::
it exists, even without the sun,
for, it has a light of its own,
a torch, but, with a tamed flame,
it burns subtly...even in quiet airs.

        ::::::::::
        .........
        ......
        ...­.

            
              
  

             sally b

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
February 14, 2022
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!!
My translucent skin is looser now,
I'm loosing my gray hairs;
Teeth are kept beside my bed,
My ears aren't on my head.

At times I wobble when I walk,
I creak across the floor;
At times I drool when I talk,
I'm venting so much more.

My fingers gnarled;
My belly barreled;
My back is bent from care;
My toes are crooked,
My nose has hooked
(Did I say I'm loosing hair?)

Friends are disappearing,
Like scenes in my rear view;
Once there were so many,
Now scattered,
And there's few.

I'm resident in my lazy boy,
Watching old re-runs;
But I have reels inside my head
Of desires once well-fed.

So I sit here,
And see you there,
With gray cardigan and gray hair.
But in my theatre we're in a field
Of long grasses and long hair.
 Feb 2022 Sk Abdul Aziz
yúyīn
this invisible monster is strong and i'm stronger,
but right now i'm just tired
I write to stay alive,
To release the words that tear my flesh
In their efforts to be born into this world.
I write to leave my mark on the universe
Rather than leaving marks on my skin.
I write to prevent the silence from strangling me
In its utter oppressiveness.
I write to wash the sins out of my body
And the stains off of my hands.
I bleed ink rather than blood
And wax poetic to avoid coveting new scars.
I write because it's the only way I've ever learned
To externalize the humanity that cuts me so deeply.
I write because language saves me from myself.
I write because my very existence depends on it.
No time to Shilly or to Shally.
No time to Dilly or to Dally.
If all you’ve got is Tittle-tattle
I’ll just up and go Skedaddle.

Got no time for Hugger-Mugger
Won’t put up with Argy-bargy
Rigamarole will have to go
Outside to eat yellow snow.
ljm
I'm deep into the process of writing a word-by-word analysis of the many facets to be found in this remarkable poem, which analysis will be available at considerable expense next year from a prestigious publisher in New York City. Be sure and watch for it!
Lost in a world that is broken,
hiding from any fascination tonight.
Watching you through fading light,
hidden joy farthest from sight.
You are not like the others
who masquerade smiles and deceit.
This world is vile and unworthy;
a festering blight of selfish intrigue.
Please believe me when I say
you are not alone; you're just like me.
Beautifully unhinged,
with every word you bleed.
JDMaraccini
2021
 Jan 2022 Sk Abdul Aziz
Ayesha
Chill
 Jan 2022 Sk Abdul Aziz
Ayesha
Freezing to your very bones
Chattering teeth, shivering forms
Huddled together
Around glowing embers
Does this seem incomplete or is it just me?
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