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i'm
tired
of the
c o l d:
silence
distance
shoulders
.....t o u c h
a b a n d o n..

amidst
freezing
.........cold
here comes
sun.....smiling
.....d i s t a n c e
................. s t i l l
........u n c e r t a i n      

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Sally

Copyrig­ht August 26, 2015              
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

Devoured by the intensity,
  words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
    like a spirited ******
      whetting a voracious thirst,  
plunging in for another swallow
   of adoration's satiated ******

If only the blind eyes were opened to Christ love for them here.
If only people would open their hearts to the true unconditional love.
If only the Church loved the way we were called to love the lost.
For I know that Christ called me to love others into the kingdom.
Not keep them out through judgment and hatred toward them.
For bas much as I mess up, how can I judge others whom mess up.
So all that I can do is love others and trust Christ in using this love.
To draw the lost to him using me as the vessel that reaches out to them.
For I know that only he can save anyone , only he can rescue them.

but us men are perverts
I know about cats
and dogs
and buildings
all their workings
just know so little of
the fairer ***
and I guess
that is why I get
so excited
when one gets close

Today I shalt waltz, gently with a smile
Putting behind me pains, and heading toward's the mile;
The mile of the sunshine, that's coming down upon mine face
I feeleth free today, and pleased arrayed, no feeling of disgrace




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry




Note; from the help of true helper's and backers of me on here. Thank you all for kind words and love and listening to me and caring for me...love all of you HP poets.. No hatred here

where the night
scatters into the
leafy forests
and hides behind
the thundering rocks.
where the night dreams
of blue tides and grey skies.

Hungered for a taste
  of your elixir's essence,
drunken inhalations
   of your poetry
a splendiferous whirl
 of time & space 'tween
darkly scented moons
    and sun's adoration,
blithe starry nights
amidst meditative new
dawn's effervesce,
 spirited of the heart,
gleaned in the soul,
yearnings of another
  chapter's paradise
universal experiences
etched of hourglass sand,
 written upon endlessly
    chimerical verses
wildflower gardens drenched
    of dandelion's plum wine
swooning under a
hypnotic scripted spell,
intoxicating power
of unchained symphonies
dancing amongst skies'
released euphoria
 resonating in a song's
   reprised melodies,
breathlessness of delirium's
  celestial pauses
  in vaporous breezes'
  unfurling undulation,
captivated by rhythmic
  destiny reverberating in
     *****' pleasurable calling
  quenched of sacred
     offering's quell
transcending earthly
   persuasions' rhyme,
let me lick the nectar from
   your  poesy's  insatiable  lips,
sweet mercy's healing
   captured in rapturous
   surrender's reawakening ~

Je veux que vous tous,

tu me manques*



Ce que vous manquez de moi?

I visit the old mill by the creek.  
It hasn't ground a grain in a century.
A ghost of wood and steel and history.
How it still stands is a local mystery.

I want to buy that old mill by the creek.
Rebuild it with glass walls facing the waterfall.
Use the water for electricity.
In the summer, when you visit me,

We'll swim in the pond, it'll be my own pool.
Sip beer on the rooftop, be rockstar cool.
In winter, we'll ice skate my frozen backyard
Before fireplace, whisky, snacks and cards.

I'll build you a guestroom on all three floors.
And secret rooms behind hidden doors.
The automn rains will pound at the wall  
And sing with the sound of the waterfall,

And the song will be that of the miller's ghost.
The house might be mine, but he's still the host.
He loves that his workplace has now become home.
For a hundred years, he's been there alone.  

He'll laugh with the kids of my visiting friends.
He'll dance with the women, and when the fun ends
He'll sit on the rooftop with a ghost cup of tea,
Walk by the willows and thank God for he

Who took the mill ruins and rendered them "home";  
A palace by water of wood, glass and stone.
I thinks of these things, when I visit that mill.
And thanks to my dreaming, it's standing there still.

•

I opened my eyes,



                                               And I saw you there,



                                                    ­ Smiled,

                                             Held my hands,

                         And carried me in utmost gladness,




We wandered in the seashore,

                      With our nonstop anecdotes,

                                        Your laugh,

                      Is like a wonderful orchestral euphony,

That always made my day so worth living for,





                         Then we stopped by and sit,

                         And observed the beauty of the sunset,




TOGETHER,




                                  ­                                                            Then­ with atonishment,

                                                   ­                       You gave me yellow flowers,

                                                      W­hich I truly love and adore,

                               Then I saw your eyes scintillating in gaiety,

           When you saw my smiles and teary eyes,




          I can't help but cry,

When you expatiated to me,

               For hours,



                                            About how much you loved me,

                                                            ­          And cared so dearly,  

                            Then promised to keep all that you've declared,




         That we will build future together,

                                  In the presence of our God,

And our future siblings,



I hugged you tight,

             You kissed my forehead,

                      And whispered love unto my ears,






We act lying together to gaze upon the stars,









But suddenly,








       You slap me hard,

                                       'Cause you said there's mosquito on my cheek,

And was awake!







                                                 ­        I realized,



That I am only dreaming,

In my dream.





                          © Earl Jane
                            ♥ E.J.C.S.