e-d-castaneda - Hello Poetry

To let go...to release one's grip, Not hold on anymore, Walk away, Rip it off, Break it... Though it cannot be undone. The point is...it was done, It occurred, or it happened! What was, was What is, is What is to be, will be! What we were, we were What we are, we are What we will be...well...if we are to be, will be! To let go is not easy. It could be, but... It also could not! We could let it be, Whatever that may be, However it is to be! 'To let go requires the now. What was done requires to let go now. Let go now what was done, Also requires to let be what will be! To let go and let it be is part of the process of being, It requires the now. To let it go... And let it be... Past. Present. Future. The one that stands above these is the present. The present allows us to look to the past for lessons for the future. The present is the best present! The present! The gift!

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Aug 9, 2016

Aug 9, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC

e-d-castaneda

The Present

To let go...to release one's grip, Not hold on anymore, Walk away, Rip it off, Break it... Though it cannot be undone. The point is...it was done, It occurred, or it happened! What was, was What is, is What is to be, will be! What we were, we were What we are, we are What we will be...well...if we are to be, will be! To let go is not easy. It could be, but... It also could not! We could let it be, Whatever that may be, However it is to be! 'To let go requires the now. What was done requires to let go now. Let go now what was done, Also requires to let be what will be! To let go and let it be is part of the process of being, It requires the now. To let it go... And let it be... Past. Present. Future. The one that stands above these is the present. The present allows us to look to the past for lessons for the future. The present is the best present! The present! The gift!

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Sweeter than the song of a nightingale Gentler than the whisper of a spring wind Quieter than the murmur of summer grass Softer than the symphony of hyacinths Hypnotic like the splash of blue seas Tinkling like a stream that flows Mesmerizing like the cadence of rain Enchanting like the hush of snow Like the faint breath of a scarlet dawn The rustle of clouds on a turquoise high A duet of night and an ivory moon A Capella of stars in the sky A hymn, a chant, a choir of angels Singing on a rainbow of time Celestial is the serenade of love A tune and a note divine.

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e-d-castaneda

Jul 11, 2016

Jul 11, 2016 at 4:51 PM UTC

nishu-mathur

A Serenade Of Love

Sweeter than the song of a nightingale Gentler than the whisper of a spring wind Quieter than the murmur of summer grass Softer than the symphony of hyacinths Hypnotic like the splash of blue seas Tinkling like a stream that flows Mesmerizing like the cadence of rain Enchanting like the hush of snow Like the faint breath of a scarlet dawn The rustle of clouds on a turquoise high A duet of night and an ivory moon A Capella of stars in the sky A hymn, a chant, a choir of angels Singing on a rainbow of time Celestial is the serenade of love A tune and a note divine.

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Who am I? I'm nobody special. I drive the streets and give rides to strangers. I stare at the night sky waiting for something amazing to happen. I talk to God like how one talks to one's self. I kiss my kids good night or goodbye as if it's my last. I am waiting to die or for the coming of the holy king to establish his kingdom. I could come across as dull or perhaps gloomy. I adapt, but no longer... For it does not what I do because I prefer to be nobody, because I am letting go! Enoch walked with the Lord and was no more... So to I shall be!

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC

e-d-castaneda

I Am No More

Who am I? I'm nobody special. I drive the streets and give rides to strangers. I stare at the night sky waiting for something amazing to happen. I talk to God like how one talks to one's self. I kiss my kids good night or goodbye as if it's my last. I am waiting to die or for the coming of the holy king to establish his kingdom. I could come across as dull or perhaps gloomy. I adapt, but no longer... For it does not what I do because I prefer to be nobody, because I am letting go! Enoch walked with the Lord and was no more... So to I shall be!

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"It's wet outside today baby girl. A few drops fell for us today." I told her as I carried her in my arms as we stared out the window. "Pretty? Yea baby."

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Jan 5, 2016

Jan 5, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC

e-d-castaneda

Rain

"It's wet outside today baby girl. A few drops fell for us today." I told her as I carried her in my arms as we stared out the window. "Pretty? Yea baby."

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Time is, When a child, Like honey, When grown, Like a drying lake.

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Dec 29, 2015

Dec 29, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC

e-d-castaneda

Time is

Time is, When a child, Like honey, When grown, Like a drying lake.

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i. Mo chuisle, if this specter shalt cease; Keepeth mine writing's in a chest for safekeep's. ii. Mo chuisle, if mine eidolon doth release; Remember mine amour', please do not weep. iii. Mo chuisle, I feeleth soon this heavy flesh shalt succumb; No tears, no fear's, I am thy chosen one. iv. Mo chuisle, I don't knoweth how many more breath's art left; v. Though if this is mine last, always remember lass, I wilt forever loveth thee mine pet, though we hath not met, soon we shalt. Keepeth thine window open so mine spirit canst cometh and goeth freely, to enter in, and cometh out. Thou art not alone, if even thou shalt feeleth it, mine soul is mobile, I'll travel universal-global; I'll doeth all to protect thee mine Asian Noble. A hierarchy of cherub's and seraph's awaiteth me now, I think they needeth me soon, to be a poet in God's room, just looketh high, I'll be aloft the ground. Mas mahal kita Reyna, never forget these word's, they might be mine last, mine sweet Jane, mine soulmate, mine all, mine all of me; Mine best friend.. Mine other half Mine life; Mine wife.......... ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

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e-d-castaneda

Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

Mo chuisle ( my pulse) irish tongue

i. Mo chuisle, if this specter shalt cease; Keepeth mine writing's in a chest for safekeep's. ii. Mo chuisle, if mine eidolon doth release; Remember mine amour', please do not weep. iii. Mo chuisle, I feeleth soon this heavy flesh shalt succumb; No tears, no fear's, I am thy chosen one. iv. Mo chuisle, I don't knoweth how many more breath's art left; v. Though if this is mine last, always remember lass, I wilt forever loveth thee mine pet, though we hath not met, soon we shalt. Keepeth thine window open so mine spirit canst cometh and goeth freely, to enter in, and cometh out. Thou art not alone, if even thou shalt feeleth it, mine soul is mobile, I'll travel universal-global; I'll doeth all to protect thee mine Asian Noble. A hierarchy of cherub's and seraph's awaiteth me now, I think they needeth me soon, to be a poet in God's room, just looketh high, I'll be aloft the ground. Mas mahal kita Reyna, never forget these word's, they might be mine last, mine sweet Jane, mine soulmate, mine all, mine all of me; Mine best friend.. Mine other half Mine life; Mine wife.......... ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

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It's warm as I settle in. My heart picks up speed, We race in the thrusting motions, Then calmly settle when I am in between you.

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC

e-d-castaneda

In Between You

It's warm as I settle in. My heart picks up speed, We race in the thrusting motions, Then calmly settle when I am in between you.

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'If only' rules my life. If I would only be more responsible... If only I would be more daring... If only... If only... If only... If only... If only! If only I'd rid myself of these and just venture onward! If only... I would not be stagnant! If only!

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Dec 10, 2015

Dec 10, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC

e-d-castaneda

If Only's

'If only' rules my life. If I would only be more responsible... If only I would be more daring... If only... If only... If only... If only... If only! If only I'd rid myself of these and just venture onward! If only... I would not be stagnant! If only!

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I am lost again. Truly! I have been here before, Therefore I must be going in a circle! Then I said, "Go forth!" Only to stay. Once more I say, "Go forth!" Again, only to stay. Fear. It keeps me stagnant. There is no growth, Much less development. My voice presents me as a pacifist, But my heart is a fury! I am but one of many lost, In need of saving, One who requires guidance, instructions, indications... Perhaps a sort of map if you will. The Stars point me to the North, But my dazed and confused heart says, "Stay right where you are" And a voice within that seems to say, "For you are not lost, but only walking blindly."

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Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC

e-d-castaneda

Blindfolded

I am lost again. Truly! I have been here before, Therefore I must be going in a circle! Then I said, "Go forth!" Only to stay. Once more I say, "Go forth!" Again, only to stay. Fear. It keeps me stagnant. There is no growth, Much less development. My voice presents me as a pacifist, But my heart is a fury! I am but one of many lost, In need of saving, One who requires guidance, instructions, indications... Perhaps a sort of map if you will. The Stars point me to the North, But my dazed and confused heart says, "Stay right where you are" And a voice within that seems to say, "For you are not lost, but only walking blindly."

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clouds unwind bring winter in their white breath dissolve and murmur to the sea-sombre skies of the scurry of wind and wave of the tumultuous ache of the night its oceans its impenetrable depths its shore-slumbering lights, in the thick folding of winter mist the wonderment of cloud.

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e-d-castaneda

Dec 9, 2015

Dec 9, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC

beth-fwoah-dream

clouds

clouds unwind bring winter in their white breath dissolve and murmur to the sea-sombre skies of the scurry of wind and wave of the tumultuous ache of the night its oceans its impenetrable depths its shore-slumbering lights, in the thick folding of winter mist the wonderment of cloud.

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