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  May 2016 Bill murray
brandon nagley
i

Tíѕ í αm juѕt α ѕlαvє,
ѕєnt вч Gσd tσ mє
α wσmαn; A quєєn
σf wєlkín'ѕ wαч'ѕ.

ii

Tíѕ í dєѕєrvєth nσt,
σnє σf pєrfєctíσn;
Vєrílч ѕhє'ѕ thє dírєctíσn
whєrєín pєαcє wαlk'ѕ.

ííí

Whєn ѕhє tαlkѕ,
pѕαlm'ѕ mαѕѕαgє hєr tσnguє;
whєn ѕhє αѕ α вαвє rσck'ѕ,
thє mσσn dαncєѕ thє ѕun.

ív

I thσught tíѕ í, thαt
cαmє tσ ѕαvєth hєr;
thσugh ѕhє cαmє tσ
ѕαvєth mє, α pєαѕαnt
σf thє єαrth.



©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley (agapi mou) dedication
Welkin's heaven's, firmament.
Verily truly.
Wherein in which.
  May 2016 Bill murray
Raven
when love dies
you become
less of a human
more of a ghost
and *haunted bones
  May 2016 Bill murray
Olufunke Kolapo
Freedom is walking barefoot
In the morning drizzle
Taking a leak while at it
Purging your mind of all its cares

Freedom is taking a stroll
On a bright moon day
Imagining you're the brightest star
On which men make their wishes
  May 2016 Bill murray
SøułSurvivør
In the former life I led
I had no way of filling
The empty grave of one who's dead
My pride was e'r willing

I had an ego overblown
In pompous boasts exceeding
But I was lost and all alone
My soul was torn and bleeding

I had abilities and then
Became a prideful bearer
Of all the things that I could do
At last I was in error

Even when I knew The Lord
Made charity my pleasure
My works became my righteousness
Above my only Treasure

Christ died in vain upon his cross
If my beliefs adhered to
And I rejected precious Grace
That was the point I came to

How can I live a sinless life?
I am without that merit
Jesus lived that life for me
So Grace I could inherit!

So here I am to tell you all
Pride is like a cancer
I will boast in Jesus Christ

For He's the only answer


SoulSurvivor
(C) 4/23/2016


*"I will not boast in anything
No gifts, no power, no wisdom
I will boast in Jesus Christ
His death and resurrection

Why would I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom."

How Great The Father's Love
This poem's rhythm scheme is based on the hymn "How Great The Father's Love". A fantastic "oldie"!

More and more I've been realizing that I've tried to be my own righteousness. I can't do it. Nobody can. That's why Jesus had to die. To reconcile us with the Father. It takes some gall to think of that I could be better than Jesus! But that's what I was doing trying so hard to be "good".

Please bear with me... I'm not back on the site yet. It's late and I have to go to bed. But I will try to be on tomorrow, God willing. Love you all!
Rancorous Ole Bullfrog , snoring on a paddy , clear your pipes and carry that voice across the quiet marshland , low country valley .. Start the dandy evening opus with low bass tones , croak a silly song with that golden throat trombone , find a whippoorwill and lay down a duet you 'Old Hambone'*!
Copyright May 7 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
  May 2016 Bill murray
ryn
The hours disappear instantly like blown out
flames off weary candles.
But time is no match for such raging hearts.

We would still hold up the receding
indigo ceiling above us.
We would prop up the sullen moon to stave
off the dawning day.
We will clutch the dwindling stars
and hug them close to our chests.

Because we know the words too well.
Words we simply couldn't cage except to say that...

We are not yet ready to leave
but we look forward to
diving headlong into
the inevitable restart.


Just so the day could grant us a
slate brand new.
Just so that come night,
we could begin all over again.
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