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 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
You remind me of the earth,
   like deep burnt umber woodlands
mid downpours' fresh aroma
       & spring's foliage lushly reborn,
twinkling explosive pinpoints
       grazing beyond dark ether,
  sparkles dappling 'pon depths
        of eternal seascapes's nature,
amidst breath of relentless airy winds
    gusting above her majesty's hazes
       beyond purple mountain's apex
and streams of meadows' wildflowers in
  deftly painted horizons after moonbows,
vivid consciousness' uttermost reminisce
   of all things recollected in the long ago
        essence of your memories' presence
 Jun 2015
IcySky
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us?
Don't tell! They'd advertise you know!

How dreary to be somebody!
How public like a frog-
to tell one's name... the livelong June.
To an admiring Bog!
One of my favorite poems of all time!!!
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
Le-YAND-de-ska nor E' des ke'

Noor-eil-to-DOE-do keel EH DOOR TE'

Te' oor! Te' OOR! Ma-OOR-de-te'!

Keel-oo-de SKA noor ahn de' TAH- de'

Pooh-EH-nes-yel-ta-do

Ne-EST-TA DE' ?!!!


Le-END-de-SKA noor E'ND de TAH-de


~~~♡< TRANSLATION >♡~~~


I am the Lord Jesus Christ.
I am using this weak vessel to speak.
She is afraid of your
judgement
but more concerned about
doing My Father's will

I LOVE YOU!

DO YOU NOT KNOW THAT?!!!

I LOVE YOU !!!
Though you do not hear

Be still. Listen.
And know that I am
GOD
I'm very much afraid
of course. I'm
SHAKING TO THE
CORE OF MY BEING!!!

But this is my prayer language
and the Lord wanted me to
share this with you.

I both speak and interpret
tounges
I have a great gift, for I
CAN INTERPRET MY OWN

This is from my
HEART SOUL and SPIRIT
 Jun 2015
dusk
There’s something funny
about a loved one’s death
it’s like climbing up a flight of stairs
and thinking there’s one more stair than there is
so you put your foot down
and it passes through the air and hits the ground
it’s a shock,
your heart beats really fast
and then nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

I remember your face
your smile
your laugh
I remember the times
When, as a kid,
I giggled in glee
and flew paper aeroplanes around
on your lap
I remember your hand
how it fit into mine
like it was meant to be
how you told me
everything’s gonna be alright

and now I remember
the huge gaping hole in my chest
where my heart used to be.

I remember staring at your face
And thinking,
“this isn’t you”
I remember how they dressed you up
and laid you there
and I struggled with the realization
that someone, something in my life
would never come back

it was like I watched you
walk into the ocean
deeper and deeper
until the waters covered your head
I was screaming, crying
Begging you to come back
For me
But you didn’t hear a word I said

Yeye, Mama, YiDioh,

I sing what I cannot speak
I write what I cannot say
My heart beats for you
I will never give up

Everything you taught me
How to be brave
How to be strong,
When I’m afraid
How to press on
How to hold on
How to keep the light in my eyes alive

I love you,
You had a great ride,
And I will never forget you.
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Love isnt about being happy thy self
In love thou wilst push aside thine own wants and needs
And yearnings
Just to fulfill the other person's desires, needs, and wants!!!

That is true love!!!
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
I want to be complacent, a replacement to this hole all others call a heart!! Dust from the start!
I want to be comprised of no compromise, and teased by one's wild garden.. I feel indigent to the search, where the Indegenous perch, and strike their venom fangs!!
Narcissism runs paid to high, for everyone's a god these days!
How wrong, how misled!!
Did you bump thine head at thy crawling from the womb? Or still intombed?
Postulate truth I adventure, for I seek no gold diggers, just this aaorta to grow bigger, as frowns can go their own..
An amour' unknown, curdled in with the lumps!
Didn't you know a little lump leavens the whole bread?
Knowledgeable pragmatic...
Rebut me all you will, for I do not need pills, only the comfort of a woman's attire! Flamed as fire!!!
Vociferous with one I want to be, virtuoso's, making melodys angel choired!
I need none invective, only an erudite of plebian Babylon!!
A daughter and son to raise amongst the brinks of end of days impromptu!!!
Tacitly I wait, where heaven is at her gate,
Only if I knew what time!
Old poetry from prison lol love old stuff yayy
 Jun 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
If you want the sea
You should follow the Rivers
Want the sky
Sail through the nimbus
It might be raining so hard
But you shouldn't move reverse
If you want to see the Heavens
You got to trust your Jesus
It doesn't matter what you call Him
As Long as you believe
 Jun 2015
Margot Dylan
Moment by moment, my love on a veil.
I swim an ocean deeper than the heart that I fail.
I breathe with remorse and regret no one I love.
I hope for a god,
and a backbone,
or lack thereof.
 Jun 2015
Mike Hauser
Can you tell me where it is
Can you show me where it's at
Could you please share with me
If there's any of it left

Maybe just a pinch
Perhaps a line or two
Don't you know if I had some
That I would share with you

Never seen it in a bottle
Nor in a leather pouch
But know that when you take it
It brings on a smile

Doesn't come in ounces
Or in bulk by the pound
As good as this stuff is
You'd think there'd be more around

We've all heard so much about it
And it's how we'd love to live
No need to do without it
Take that hit of happiness

We could all be junkies
Craving the latest fix
Slapping on our backs that monkey
Being happy happiness addicts
 Jun 2015
poetessa diabolica
Men are mad dogs,
 women, finessed felines
we'd no sooner claw
    your eyes out
than admit you're right,
we'll undoubtedly,
without hesitation - -
use our feminine wiles,
to get our own way,
and you bloodhounds
   best get used to it
or no ***** for you
    tonight, or any given day

We've got the upper paw...MEow


And, if you're a bird dog
   well, that's a whole other story,
no telling what could happen

=^;^=
Okay men, don't get your boxers in a flurry, it's all in fun! ;)

My inspiration...see, it was hardly my fault!
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"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea." -Robert A. Heinlein
 Jun 2015
niamh
Pen and paper come together
in a bewitching marriage,
dancing across the ages.
Waltz with thoughts
born of love and romance.
Tango together
wrapped around each other
with fiery passion.
Two contemporary dances melded together
to form a new genre.
A marriage of hopes and dreams
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