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 Oct 2017
Lior Gavra
We want options but hate making choices.
Looking up to others waiting for their voices.
Easily swayed when someone claims.
This is the right one, no one to blame.

Dating, living, food it is all the same.
The abundance just makes it a game.
Who, what, where fits us best.
Giving up on the original moving onto the rest.

How to pick one and be happy.
When you are just another fish in the sea.
Not hunting for what you need.
Clouded by objects, luxuries.

They say lovebirds only need each other.
Fluff their feathers and stay together forever.
We are no different, no need for royalty.
Just make a decision and keep some loyalty.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
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
 Jul 2015
Robert Blankenship
I
Was
Going
Under,
I
Reached
Up
To
You,
I
Needed
You
At
That
Moment,
And
You,
You
Let
Me
Drow­n,
I
Thought,
I
Thought
You
We're
My
Friend.

RLB
The living of life will eventually reveal
those who are true friends and those who are not . When the truth is made known, it cuts deep.
This comes from a very recent experience in my life.
Have friends but make sure that
they are true.
 Apr 2015
Francie Lynch
Your smile foretold
I'd *****-up this poem.
We had foresight then,
And anticipation
Invoking the future.
We leaned back,
Looking down the well,
Swept away clouds
In tea-cups,
And smoke in cauldrons
To seize the summer.
The suddeness of loss
Is not prophesied;
One does not pre-order
Ointments.
If I'd been spiritual
I would've seen a sign,
Like a bird,
Building a nest.
I don't hear voices.
When I slice through
A tomato, I don't find
An embossed relief
Of a martyr.
I only have this picture.
I'm glad I got the chance to know you
You were always there for us
In the good times and bad times
You always knew just what to say and do.

Comforting us whenever we needed you,
we could talk about anything.
No matter how good or how bad things were,
I knew we could count on you

When we got married you were there
when I wrote my book, you were proud of me.
When I got sick or if I got hurt,
you were there and made me feel better.

You always had a great sense of humor,
even when you were at your worst.
I'll always cherish the great times we had,
at the farm and at holiday time.

I'll remember all the homemade dinners,
that you cooked for us
Whenever we were there, on the farm,
and the good and bad things you shared with us.

Thank you for letting me in,
and thank you for being you.
No matter how anyone looks at it,
You will always be my second mom.

Thank you for all of your love and support,
you were the best second mom I could ever have.

I love you with all my heart,
and I will always miss you!!!

Denise Seymour
March 26th, 2015
This poem is in honor of my mother-in-law who has passed away on March 25th, 2015. She had liver cancer, and was given less than a week to live, but somehow managed to survive for over a month, since her final diagnosis.

This is that last thing she wrote, 1 week before she passed:

I've been ill. Time to begin the hard work of learning to walk again and clearing the puddly out of my brain.

Thank god family and friends are pulling me through slowly but surely.
You may get good care at the hospital, you will get good care from Hospice, but none of it equals the care from family.
John, no complaints ever, has kept me clean, dry, fed,even if I could or would only eat two bites.
Jane's cool hand, love and soothing voice are reassuring.
Chad as usual gave his steady support keeping us on the rails.
Bill and Denise looked for a cure with continued support and love.
Grandsons Dustin and Drew gave great comforting love, support and priceless knowledge.
Last but never least Kasey and Isaac, thank you for your love and support as your studies would allow.
A special thank you to the Seymour, Terrill , White, Smith and Shoen families. They always knew what to do and when to do it. Also to my island buddy Pam Ross, cousin. Friends Bill and Sue Cain and the Hurd Family.
The worst I've learned about myself through this is that, lying in bed doing nothing is definitely NOT my forte. The long dark hours of night will turn on you and if you're not careful, "I can't" may turn to "I don't want to."
The best I've learned is how good a shower can feel, using your own commode, the ability to walk two steps and having the strength to **** a straw.
I've a hard road to a hopefully descent recovery. (For a while anyway) Thank you all for the hand you are playing in it.
Too bad our wounded warriors must fight these battles daily.



She battled with every fiber of her being, everyday, just to get up, and she didn't like lying in bed all day, doing nothing.



The sad part about this, is that when we visited her for the last time, she wanted everyone to say their last good-byes to her. She went from the brink of death, within a week, to rebound, just long enough to thank everyone for supporting her through her illness.

The photo that you see above, is a photo of my mother-in-law, taken back around Christmas time in 2013. She was a very happy woman, with lots of love to share. I miss her already.
How many of you out there
Can remember your dreams?
I cannot remember too many of mine.
The dreams that I usually remember
Are the scary dreams.

I once had a dream that I had a puppy.
The puppy was a mutt but he was in
My dreams.
I did not know at the time but I was talking in my sleep
about him.
His name was Brutus.
In the dream I was screaming out,
"Get rid of him, Get rid of him."

I had another dream where I was
Being chased by people from
The future of the apocalypse.
I believe that dream meant
That Jesus was chasing me, and that He
was coming back to take us with Him
To heaven,
So that we could have a chance to be saved.

I believe that I was saved when I
Walked out of an abusive situation.
I had to walk thirty miles with my two
Children for seven hours, until I
Found somewhere for me and my
Children to stay at until I
Could get back on my feet.

This story seems like a dream
But it is reality.
Most people do not know what it
Is like to be me, because they do not
usually see what is really going on
Inside my head.
They have not walked in my shoes.

If I had the chance to change anything
It would be that I would never have
Dealt with anyone that would hurt me
Or my two children.

Dreams come and go but reality
Always steps in with the good and
the bad.

You need to take the good with the
Bad in order to survive.
You need to believe in God in
Order to go to heaven when you die.
It is God who can only save our souls.
I believe that I am going to heaven,
Because I am one of his chosen ones.
This is the only way to go to heaven.
This was actually my thoughts on dreams and reality when I first wrote this poem. This is another poem that was added to my book, "The Ups and Downs of Life: Poetry in Motion"
I wonder if there are any
cures out there to help us with
a lot of our disabilities.
As far as I know there are not.
But I hope that one day
there will be a cure for mental illnesses.
When we wonder about these things
our brains tell us to do one thing and
our hearts tell us to do another.

Some of us have gone to the extreme
of attempting suicide or actually killing ourselves.
When we do these things for some reason
our minds are going in all different directions.
That is when we need to get help.

When I was in the hospital, I did not know which
way was up or which way was down.
I shut my body and my mind down for six days.
I did not eat, I did not talk, or anything else.
All I did was sleep.

When I was discharged, I had to be watched constantly,
Because nobody knew what I would do next.
After two years I still struggle everyday.
My moods go up and down.
Then I learned a new way of trying to deal
with my mind.
This poem comes from my book, "The Ups and Downs of Life: Poetry in Motion". I was really sick when I wrote this, and I found out that the best way to get my feelings out was writing poems on my computer. Later, every one of my poems have been published in some way, shape or form. I'm really proud of my work, and it took a lot out of me to do this, and now that I have done this, it was worth everything I went through to do it.
 Nov 2014
Sarah Spang
If hers is a long and lonely climb
Atop her distant perch,
His then was a lengthy trek
Across the endless earth.
Inspired by sunshine and Nickelcreek. Always means always.
 Nov 2014
Haydn Swan
The film plays through a cigarette haze,
spliced souls flicker on the silver screen,
noir shapes moving through the mist,
dark shadows and beating hearts,

soon the story starts to unfurl,
plots thicken through startled eyes,
rehearsed actions and missing words,
electrification through a Gothic grin,

tears fall on the words of a script
undulations of what we once were,
the movie closes to a final score
torn manifestos as the credits roll.
                    
                       Finis
please dig around here for the abstracts, folks,  this is not just a poem about a movie but then again maybe it is ........
If you have ever felt numb inside, I understand.
It is like an empty chocolate Easter Bunny with nothing inside.
I sometimes feel just like that inside my body.
Sometimes it feels as if there is no reality.

I feel as if I am in a dream.
Sometimes it is hard to care about anything.
Sometimes I feel as if I am ugly on the inside.
I feel like sometimes I have no heart.

I feel like I am not alive.
People look at me as if mental illness
does not mean that I cannot feel anything.
I realize that beauty is only skin deep.

But the truth of the matter is that
everybody has feelings on the inside, too.
It is just like the chocolate hollow Easter Bunny.
I am not just chocolate in a shell.

Only God can fill that hollow feeling
to make us feel solid inside.
I am considerate and outgoing.
I wonder if there is a real me
hidden underneath all my disabilities.
I hear the angels singing.
I see the angels flying around the lights.
I want to play with all the little children.
I am considerate and outgoing.

I pretend that I am normal.
I feel like I can touch the clouds
and the stars in the sky.
I touch other people's hearts when
they hear my interesting stories.
I worry about every little thing.
I feel like I am invisible sometimes.
I cry when I see or hear children being hurt.
I am considerate and outgoing.

I understand that beauty is only skin deep.
I say, "You can do anything you want to
do if you put your mind to it."
I dream of one day being a writer.
I try to do the best I can in everything I do.
I hope that other people like me
can see the good things in life like I do.
I am considerate and outgoing.
This poem is the first poem that I wrote for my first book, "The Ups and Downs of Life: Poetry in Motion: Seymour's Adventures" and there will be more books, but I'm not sure when.
When I feel lonely, I feel as if
I am in a world all by myself.
Everything I do is always a failure.
But when I accomplish things sometimes
I feel a lot better, because it is me
Doing the work and nobody else.

I have good days, and I have bad days.
But when the bad days out weigh
The good days, I feel that I cannot go on.
When the good days out weigh the
Bad days, I will be able to hold
My chin up high and say,
"I have not failed."

I am in this world, too.
I have a voice in this world.
I will be able to go a lot
Further than what people give
me credit for.
I really do not have any hopes or dreams.
I am just going with the flow of what is
About to happen next.

I want to feel that people care
And that I can to anything.
Even when I have a tough time,
I feel stuck, because I think
It is part of my illness and
part of the economy.
I want to be set free.
I want to be able to make
Enough money so that I will not
Be a prisoner of my own mind.

— The End —