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I like the number 2,
so much in fact
I like it twice,
as in 22.

Now 2+2 equals 4,
but some say 2+2 equals 5,
It's quite the moral conundrum.

Still 5 is a cardinal, a prime,
why the Pythagoreans
thought of 5
as the marriage
between heaven and earth.

I empathize with 5 though,
for that's a lot of pressure
to put on a single solitary digit.

But I think I like him too,
he's a friend of 10,
which reminds me of
fingers, toes and Bo Derek.

But let's get back to 2,
which supposedly is company,
and 3, you see, is a crowd,
yet odd first and foremost
--Mersenne knew best, I guess.

Which brings me to 1,
small, but positive,
coveted, but united,
a face of multiple identities.

And should any other number
devise against it,
they would have no
success at all
--none, zero.

To be honest,
I think 1 likes 2,
and vice versa,
they're a complimentary couple
--both highly dutiful
and attracted to each other.

After all, it's said, "Someone may overpower
one alone, but two together can take a stand against him."

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A cold spring morning,
sun enters open shutters
cool breeze touches face.

Chopped parsley on swirl
adorns bowl of hot creamy,
puréed pumpkin soup.


Eyes roam the green fields
some boulders block them from view,
words hide...like truths veiled!

Uneasy muse flees,
but...a winged creature arrives,
a peach mimosa...

Seeking shelter now,
flash rain pours...petrichor fades,
floods flow...blocks crumble!


sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
    May 1, 2025
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Restless traveler
sit still,
and look pretty
under the apple tree

the interconnection,
your milligram smile,
best in motion,
you run with honey

you pond and stream,
rivers in your mouth,
the deep taste of survival,
so few will remain, after
the pollinator

with dizzy spells in flight,
a promise flits away
from your swear jar,
you and your wings
mean more to me
than milestones
of osmosis

But is it me
you'll really miss?

~
 May 11 Druzzayne Rika
Zywa
There's always comfort,

whatever sorrow you have:


there's mashed potatoes!
Novel "Heartburn" (1983, Nora Ephron)

Collection "Within the walls"
deep red blood dripping onto the floor
bright red roses swaying in the breeze

orange prison jumpsuits walking in the yard
orange carved pumpkins on the porch

yellowed skin as kidneys fail
yellow sunshine streams through the window

dark green mold spores entering your lungs
vibrant green grass freshening the air

darkening blue ocean water pulling you under
clear blue sky calling peace to the turmoil

purple poison dart frog toxins seeping into your skin
purple flowers in bloom decorating the garden
Sometimes I look in the mirror and cannot define myself
what are my morals, what are the rules to govern
I am in the peak of discern, noticeably keeping up with charade
I am yet to be sure, what is my role to begin with
who do I play today, the actor with grace
and imposter weighs, this place is a fantasy
I decay, in the body given to me, there is no gameplay
I live and believe, everything anyone says
i saw through your lies,
but i still miss you.
is that a sin?
a flaw in my spine?
then let me serve my sentence in memory.

she holds you,
but not like i did—
not like flame holds air.
her kiss is water.
mine was wine.

my love is wide—
victoria lake could drown in it.
it rose higher than the empire state
and dove headfirst
into the deep
where names echo and never return.

so tell me,
if i still desire you,
if i long for you to long for me—
is it a crime?
The raw emotion of Sade’s 'Is It a Crime?
Disclaimer:
At the molecular level
we have the power to heal!

Wi-Fi screws with the mitochondria
5G passing through the blood barrier of our brains…

Aluminium chemtrails
Clouding up the sky’s
Seeding for and raining
90% of insects have died

Why do dogs get cancer?
There’s never a good answer.

Polymers and micro plastics clogging up our veins
And all we can do is push our heads into the sand
and try to sustain..
Traveler Tim
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