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 Feb 2018 Mike
Carl Halling
When I was young,
I was so carefree,
At least that’s how
It seems to me,
Isn’t it strange,
How things turn out to be?

Full of hope,
Full of passionate dreams,
A thrilling new world
Lay right before me,
Isn’t it strange,
How things turn out to be?

Glass half full,
Then it’s half empty,
My mood can change
So very unpredictably,
Isn’t it strange,
How things turn out to be?
'How Things Turn Out to Be' is, as the lyrics make manifestly clear, a song from one of my episodic ‘glass half empty’ periods, this one dating from 2016.
 Feb 2018 Mike
Carl Halling
O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.

Maria, full of peace,
Do you remember
Francis Albert softly keening
O Amor Em Paz,
And other songs by Jobim,
Happy as you were back then?

O for
That wide-eyed
Impression of yours,
Paquita (la de Murcia),
Of your beloved Mary Lyn,
Happy as you were back then.

O how
Ruefully I pine
For mi pueblito perdido,
What I wouldn’t give,
To be young again,
And happy as I was back then.
Spain, Happy, Sinatra, Murcia, Young
 Feb 2018 Mike
mel
your
soul is on fire

every loss is a flicker
sparking new Light in you
with galaxies for wound-beds
your scars shine with CosmicTruth
the darkness was made for dancing
and your Soul knows how to move
there’s no way to fall off track
when every path leads
back to You
 Feb 2018 Mike
Sally A Bayan
I do believe that, people's
breaking moments aren't spectacles,
to be watched like carousels in a carnival,
not free for all(s).....like publc seesaws
anyone rides....sees what comes and goes

my folks' words play in my mind, like a spell
"don't let your eyes stay wet too long, they swell,
one day, those tears will make you unconquerable
your fences and walls ultimately become impregnable."

...but.......there's a truth that's unavoidable
there're days when we're not that invincible
::::::::
sometimes, we melt, we flow
hurt by people's deeds, we don't even know
why.....the days, at times, become too cold,
confusing...other times, painfully bold
we break, we droop............we fall
we realize...we can't always be that tall
::::::::
we become...........frangible
just as breakable
just as fragile
as porcelain
......................................
because
we're human.


Sally


© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
August 8, 2017
 Feb 2018 Mike
Star BG
On my eternal quest for love
I meander along
releasing layer after layer
of armor.

Some forged in past lives,
that harbored loneliness and abandonment.
Others in this life where spirits orchestration
gives challengers.

My quest for eternal light continues
as I hike along
releasing old mind-pattens
for new beginnings.

Sometimes dancing in sunshine,
where birds sing gracefully.
Other times crying to water
seedings of dreams buried.

Seeds, that now can sprout
in fields as I continue my quest.
Inspired by Valsa George. Many thanks
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