to amazing music and making love
call me Carlos when i get in the mood
smooth is what I like  
drift on the waves almost
along the surf into Europa
I almost don't need a partner

I sat along  the sideways singing
along with the sad songs
feeling all the words being
almost one of the lyrics
lost trying to hold on
  to almost blues and almost
holding on to
my broken heart my
bad times song
when the guitar strings
sang the next time last
next it strummed
a sad chord strained
  along the chord
it hummed
   brought me out of it
almost magic
     and there I sat
along the last time  
  next,
the brink of  
    tragedy
in  a calmness

It seems you're holdin' on dear life,
    as tears come down in streets & strife
    as poachers stab a plunging knife,

     Never turn a trusting back
    in your world the angry hack
     nothing done or what you lack,
     rope is  there, pick up the slack,
     climb away from their attack,

     You need to find a piece of HOPE,
     a hand to help & hold the rope,
     as fingers reach to steal & *****,

      I am hear for you, I'm here right now,
      I HOPE these words will help somehow,
      hope can fade but this I vow,

      The sun will shine again tomorrow
      amidst the trials and the sorrow
      pay it forward, time we borrow

       I hear you poet, I truly do
       I'm right there, beside you too,
       shining light on grey skies new,
       wipe away & they turn blue,
       hold a hand & will undo,

        Your beauty shining from within,
        take away your thoughts of  sin,
        dig below the surface skin,
        I promise we are new again,

        Take that hand & take good care
        in your pain &  we all share
        kindness something I can spare,
        take a chance
        & help to dare,
        life if just not always fair
        but this to you, I say & swear
        never more than we can bare,
        when you feel as if you'll tear

       Part your load I already carry
       so rest your head & don't be wary,
       when roads ahead they seems so scary,
       one day again you smile merry,
       your soul & spirit feeling airy,

       This is just a wicked test,
       before your heart can have a rest,
       for you dear one, I hope the best.
       an onward journey, onward quest,
       I hope the heavens, yours have blessed,

       & shine a brilliant idea of hope
      the Angels  favorite kind of dope
      don't let go of that sweet rope,
      apply a healthy healing dose,

      draw in the Dr really close,
      this injection won't be gross,
      if a syringe,
     please don't cringe,
     or have a twinge,
     hope it's something you can binge,

      It's not a drug,
      just sending hugs,
      I pray, &  say
      keep trying today,
      the sun it stepped away,

       Hope it will bring a little relief
       I know in my heart
       & in my belief
       if you try & don't give up
       you will have a bit of luck,

      It will come in the form of words
      a pen of HOPE I know is heard,
     seems the Heavens they concur,
      in a method they prefer,
      digging in a needed spur,

       My God, your God
       they are the same,
      doesn't matter what the name,
      love as one & never blame,
      raise a voice, inviting change,

     I am here & write of you,
     a hope that rhymes they will undo,
     or provide a little needed glue,
     know that others love you too,
     this is something you CAN do

     Whatever you believe,
      bring a rest dear God,
      in your light I pray we're awed,

      whoever you are, wherever you are,
      I wished upon the waiting stars
      erasing deep & painful scars,

     Adding bandages & soothing cream
     sleep at night, a chance to dream,
    finally see a light that beams,
    shining brilliantly,
    stunning beauty,
   loving all is a duty,

   an overwhelming love
    that comes from above

   Hey you gotta friend
   who is there until the bitter end,
   I know in this you can depend
   & in this message that I send,

   Send much love & best wishes
   just a few hands blew kisses,
   send you all my favorite dishes,

   bring comfort and some
    key ingredients,
    to a weary & tired
   seekers heart today ❤

     Cherie Nolan © 2016

i.

Yonside the celestial, whereinto ourn
Ability to seest shalt abraid as past day's fade.

ii.

Over with ourn life-time of a wait;

iii.

Accolent being's, praise in song-
We sit as children on living grass,
Tables made for dinner's to last,
As no time wilt pass, noone shalt be
Late, predestined plates; to never be
Athirst nor hungered.

iv.

Warrior's, King's, Seraphim's, cherub's, angelic shine, O' a place
To wonder.

v.

Thou to be mine yellow rose, me to be thine chaperone on the streets of gold; feet being led by the spirit of old, with God on his throne; in the
Holy city wherein love is the
Greatest command.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)

I'm just a guy that has learned how to rhyme
Each time I press pen to paper
I take it line by line by enticing line
Rainbow sherbet most often the flavor

I never know the abstract of the subject
When paying a penny for my thoughts
Either you do or you don't love it
Whether you like it or not

Most times you'll see I'm not overly deep
Just barely skimming this demented minds surface
At times you might find I take a high dive
If you blink though you may never notice

Like I said at the time, just a guy who's captured the rhyme
Using it to my fool advantage
Where I try to steer clear of the insanely weird
While wading knee deep in the outlandish

So hold on tight and it should be alright
Pull the plug as we swirl in this tub
Taking a ride on the very next rhyme
Let me know though when you've had enough

Preaching of Almighty
Religiously with love
And sincere devotion
Yielding oneself
Eternally within Him
R**ealising one's innerself

Birds turn white in the morning light
The riddle of sunrise exposed
The unchecked infirmity of age continues on
as we slowly succumb to the cold , as we
quietly move along
Fall bush appears set afire
Silver Maples quiver in desire
Earths Lamp calls on tea stained wild grass
doused in dawn wine , in living brine