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A shiny stone washed up onto a beach
So easy to discover and enjoy.
A crystal hewn from deepest mine
So valuable but hard to win.
I think I’ll choose the sea-washed stone
And leave the digging to the miners.
                ljm
A study in values? Or just a scribble?
 Jul 2022 Steve
Sally A Bayan
(Vous et moi)



I am....light,
i flicker not,
nor do i dim.
i am peaceful
as the waves of a river
on a summer day,
silent...fearless,
unshaken by events.
i am in a total calm.

I exist permanently,
and independently,
unaffected and
un-influenced
by outside forces,
i keep a close watch,
over my temple.

I am transparent,
hue-less,
yet...i acquire
the colors of
thoughts that
enslave the mind.

I fade not...i live on.
i am there on a lighted boat
sailing with you
while  struggling
through life's
troubled waters.

You have a silent,
constant dialogue with me,
that inherent energy,
dwelling inside you.

You are body,
i am soul,
“nous sommes un.”
  (we are one.)
  

sally b

Copyright Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Dec 2021 Steve
Traveler
Script
 Dec 2021 Steve
Traveler
In a place where entropy collects
my memories of youth
are barely left.

In a deep shiver
I shutter to search
my issues of trust
and limited worth.

There in my program
in bold letters it says
“YOU CAN NOT ESCAPE”
the damages left…
But!
The curtain is closed
on the stages of yesteryears
as we rewrite our scrips
take the wheel and stir!
 Dec 2021 Steve
Sally A Bayan
Sketch
 Dec 2021 Steve
Sally A Bayan
(Black Tide)

🌒
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My finger touches water...imagining,
tracing...the contours of a face,
eyes...hair...they undulate on the
wavy mirrors of the water, reeling
on the blue luster of the rising tide,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
shimmering streaks, reflecting
splotches, as sun rays are waning,
~~~~~this late afternoon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
i stay, unflinching, un-intimidated
by the lapping waves, violently
caressing the sandy shore.
~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
🌒
The dimming sky blurs
your sketch into an enigma,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Your hair, your face are vanishing
leaving your open eyes, glimpsing
around, glinting like silver, through
the rhythmic ebbing and flowing
of the now black tide.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
November sky's an undaunting view
.......as firm as dark navy blue,
a few stars in sight,
la lune is still queen of the night,
so determined in her scant glow 🌒
~~~telling me, it's time to go,
~~~to live through this night,
then, face a new sunrise 🌕
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~~~
~~~
(#silly love poem)


sally b


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 17, 2017
(from my collection of silly love poems)
Love is like hugging a porcupine as tight as you can while it pierces your heart through
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