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I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Do you feel gratitude
when you breathe each breath?
or do you feel life as a loss
just a slow-moving death?

Do you wake each morning
with just a simple breath of air?
Not taking time to think
your next moment, may not be there?

Take time in your life
to smell that fragrant flower,
to admire a thunderstorm
and it’s amazing power.

Look for the beauty of color
in a rainbow band,
give encouragement to another
even by just holding a hand.

Don’t just give a small smile
let it be seen through your eyes,
see the magic of the stars
feel the warmth of the sunrise.

Give to the world love
even when it’s hard to do,
by giving hope to another
You, become a better you.
~
 Dec 2015 Sherri Harder
AK Bright
He didn't meet many expectations
With the shell that he wore
Though the people gave nothing
They expected more

He'd stroll into town
With the clothes on his back
And the tools he would need
In an ancient, holey bag

He'd search out those
In need of repair
A leaky roof
Or a broken chair

This man seemed to know something
About every field
He'd smooth bumpy roads
Even doctored wounds 'til they healed

There was never a charge
For the service he rendered
One need only ask
And perhaps remember

If a stranger's in need
And passes your way
Just give him a hand
That's my pay


The more that he helped
The more tradesmen would fuss
This man's stealing the thunder
That belongs to us


So the tradesmen all gathered
And plotted and planned
The weapons they chose
Were not in their hands

They began to spread lies
This is our competitors' ruse
If he keeps freely working
Consider the business we'll lose


They convinced the masses
In spite of all he had done
This enemy among us
Is a dangerous one


So this strange humble servant
Who was mocked in the end
Had no one defend him
Not one single friend

If you'll lend me your ear
I'll return it with truth
The enemy among us
Is me and you
i.

Dear lord
This is a quick prayer;
For someone in despair
Mine queen, and mine world.

ii.

Dear lord
The demons art messing with her head;
Making her doubt her worth
If anyone shalt suffer, let me instead.

iii.

Dear lord
She's the angel thou hath sent me;
She uplift's me and correct's me
Canst thou now please stimulate her.

iv.

Dear lord
Please don't taketh her away;
She's the breathe in mine lung's, mine night and day
The blood in mine heart, that runneth in mine vein's.

v.

Dear lord
Heavenly Father;
Put me upon her cross
Taketh her down, put me up, I'll dieth slowly for her to live.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
But I'm not giving you my heart
I take the blame for the feelings I caught
We'll never be...
No it's just not a feasible reality


I was falling but you weren't
I didn't ask you to catch me
I fly and flap my wings
For into the wind the feelings will vanish

Said I love you
But never asked you to love me back
Didn't beg, regardless it's real, it's also difficult
Didn't long for the two-way street

Reciprocation is out of question
Offer's off the table, no risk, no bet
Never laid anything on it to begin with
Hold myself responsible, it's my heart

The feelings are mine, and mine to handle
You don't do anything,
Coz I won't do anything
Stay right where you are, I've a path to follow

Just letting you know,
Letting you see, leaving you be
And Letting you go...
To the arms where you rightfully belong
sitting serenely under summer stars
while your fast asleep in bed
no one there to share the thoughts
that are racing through my head
all the things that make a life
are things that we no longer share
when I try to voice my passion
not sure if you even care
all the things inside my heart
I doubt you’ll ever know them
in fact I’m pretty sure
you’ll never even read this poem
life doesn't come with second chances
there are no doors that open back
we miss the paths that lead us forward
when we focus on the past

let old bridges keep on burning
you can't keep the world from turning
just keep your eyes toward tomorrow
today goes by too fast
If you wanna be with me,
Then don't be with anyone else.
If you wanna lay with me,
Then don't lay with anyone else.
If you wanna love me,
Then don't love anyone else.
But if you wanna play me,
Then go play somewhere else.
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