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 Mar 2017
Skaidrum
...
new moon
"just let me sleep,"
moon eaten
my absence upsets all.
Look at me, really look at me,
stare up at the belly of a loved sky,
watch fingers dipping into bowls of blood holding hope,
feeling around for a sliver,
of sweet milk,
of relief,
of anything;

new moon whispers
on the dead bodies left behind,
god sighs---
he knows;

"I am not the same"

waxing crescent
map out my wreckage,
my skeleton of poetry;
in the spines of books loved by mankind,
bury me there in a pages of flowers---
in the altitude of words;
read me with a hunger you have never known before,
over and over;
whenever it seems fit~
like the light of the moon is a cigarette.

smoking,
he's always smoking now.
god takes another drag;
he describes to me:

"You could be my bible,
you book of blood"


I can't stand smoke...

"I have no business in being your  holy snakeskin."

first quarter
I've been searching for
solid ground, solid shadows,
a solid compromise;

I wanted a little more
than ordinary love from him so I

asked him where the static began,
for me it's below my bottom left rib
and found that it was also where the spiders started too.

Time, that quiet thing
obeys god, only
because it waits for no one

it loves
unzipping the law of alchemy,
cause ink flowered in my blood again;
I should thank time
it was this saving kind of grace;
always has been

god stroked my hair this time
and said quietly:

"You see,
the saddest thing is realizing
that there's nothing more they can do for you"


waxing gibbous
Oh, where's my love?
Is it in the fever I call happiness,
is it in the sword my mama raised me to be

Is it in the way
the moon tiptoes closer
when he says my name
in that beautiful way he does

or breaks my name
over his teeth like it's just
glass apples

God doesn't even look at me
he doesn't have to;

"Do you believe in angels?"

the wreckage answers him
"not lately"

full moon
And it begins again
I watch as he just looks away
and says it's fine
it hurts

god narrows his eyes but shrugs

"Pain had other plans for you."

I breathe out raggedly;

"I guess,
if there's no key
then I'll just swallow the whole door."

...
I trusted you.
I love you more than anything.
© Copywrite Skaidrum
 Feb 2017
brandon nagley
Lonesomeness hits after the midnight hour; as the more
Lonesome it gets sitting still
As a flower, wanting mine
Petals to be felt.

Wanting mine spirit uplifted,
Aye, mine smile to return.

Still a boy I am inside this man,
A creature who hast seen
Prison cells, where devils
Cringe and yearn.

An afterhour bard,
With a cloudy wind
Creeping betwixt his
Window pane.

me synchoreíte,
The child inside me
Is peeking once
Again.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
Word meanings:
Mine: means (my) in old archaic form.
Aye: yes.
Hast: has.
Bard: poet.
Betwixt: between.
me synchoreíte: greek dialect meaning ( excuse me) its pronounced like (may-seen-choreetay)
 Feb 2017
Christina Philipe
Salpicar o teu rosto com farinha, enquanto preparassemos juntos o teu bolo favorito

Dar-te os beijos que me apetecesse, com os olhos, sempre que estivesses distraido a apreciar o "flowering tea", que te desse a escolher

Sentar-me no teu colo e ver-te desenhar

Fazer de ti a manta que me aconchega, entrelaçar os meus dedos nos teus e ver um filme até adormecer

Levar-te o pequeno almoço à cama e acordar-te com um beijo de bom dia.

Ser...
a única a conseguir te arrancar aquele sorriso nos piores momentos...
a bateria desenfreada a bater dentro do teu peito...
a tua melhor amiga...
quem faz valer cada acordar teu.

Que fosses a excepção que acreditei que eras, o porto seguro por quem vale a pena esperar para partilhar a vida.

Por ti... por nós... mudei, ignorei medos e arrisquei...
Não deste valor... desacreditei.
To make a war of white flour with you while we prepare your favourite cake

To kiss you secretly, with my eyes, whenever you would be distracted enjoying the flowering tea of your choice

Sit on your lap and see you drawing

Make you the blanket that cuddles me, entwine my fingers in yours and watch a movie until we fall asleep

To wake you up with a good morning kiss and have breakfast in bed with you

To be the one, to be the only one that makes you smile in the harsh moments, to be the cause of a unrestrained drums that beat inside your chest, to be your best friend, to be the one who makes it worth for you to wake up every day.

I wanted, I believed that you were the exception, the safe harbour for whom it is worth waiting for to share a life.

For you ... for us ... I changed, I ignored my fears and risked it all...
...
 Feb 2017
brandon nagley
Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad; who hast hurt his blessing of a queen.

Tis I am just a man, a sinner, a prehistoric bringer; of sorrows
Where bird's dont sing.

O' wretched man I am; overlooking this perfect flower, she's arrayed as a petal neath the tropical hours.

O' im just the rain that brings the flood of many woes.

I wish, O' how I wish, I couldst pour all contentment and merriment into her lonesome soul.

Tis she's the rainbow, I the dusky storm. O' how her glow maketh mine day's liveable; O' how her voice is opulent galore.

If only she knew, she is mine better, mine best; mine breath of yellow dew.

Though I've not shown her the worth that she is; mine trials and tribulations hast become
mine abyss.

Though I shalt get through
This passage of gloom.

With God All is possible;

Even being set free from this tomb.

Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad.

Who if couldst wouldst start all afresh; re-giving mine love, and to get all mine best.

How a simpleton ive been;

To not seest heaven's eastern gem, glimmer her perfect wing's, for mine foolishness, these word's shalt I sing.

(Goes into song form, words "I love you jane, please forgive me" sung in spanish, greek, cebuano, tagalog/filipino).......

(Spanish)
Te amo jane,
por favor perdoname.

(Greek)
Se 'agapó Jane,
Se parakaló synchóresé me.

(Cebuano)
ako nahigugma kanimo Jane,
palihug pasayloa ako.

(Tagalog/filipino)
Mahal kita jane,
patawarin mo ako.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication (agapi mou dedicated)
This is not a normal poem dedicated to Jane of course all my works are archaic/ancient style as truly you can say im not one from this millennial time or even this century or past centuries time,  but this is a poem until it gets to the last four lines which are not spoken but sung by me as its a poem yet a song at the end where I use the words ( I love you Jane, please forgive me) I sing those four dialects in spanish tongue, greek tongue, cebuano tongue (in Philippines) and janes main tongue tagalog (Filipino dialect) if want to hear poem as is can hear on sound cloud, under my name Brandon nagley and under this poem title: her worth is worth more than a poem.

Word meanings:
Tis:it is
Thou:you
Sayest: say.
Hast: has.
Couldst: could.
Maketh) makes or make ( I use it as makes).
Mine: my.
Wouldst: would.
Simpleton: foolish person.
Seest: see.

Wrote this few days back finally did rest of it (:
If wanna hear actual version hear on soundcloud under my name the spoken/sung version of it under its title,
 Feb 2017
Dave Williams
not afraid to choose
between wrong or right
not afraid to lose
not my fight
broken like a fuse
that's alright
they're not my shoes
they were chosen for me
 Feb 2017
Christina Philipe
~

Dreams and Romance?
Only in poetry!
In real life?
My goodness!
What a joke
. . .

Thank you for inoculating me against this cancer that takes over the mind and heart.
No soul deserves such humiliation.
Obrigada por me vacinares de vez contra o cancro que se apodera da mente e do coração.
Nenhuma alma merece tal humilhação.
 Feb 2017
Christina Philipe
~

Once upon a time…

There was a Chocolate bar...

Seeking for artistic inspiration…

Had the boldness to mess up my brain...

Designing me a heart infection.

Was it all fiction?

Maybe it was or maybe not…

Like my 1st addition...

The Winter is gone,

Shattered Storyboard.

~
 Feb 2017
Christina Philipe
. . .

Was it some kind of vengeance from other bites?
Was it laziness or fear to be something special?!
Not good enough to embrace your squares?
I hope at least it fuelled your ego’s edges.

. . .
 Feb 2017
Christina Philipe
. . .

I saw perfection in your smile...
I believed in you as my safe harbour!  

Disarmed by your daring glance...
I neglected myself over you!

What a blind, ******* heart of mine!

Now that I am back to Earth…
I no longer recognize you!

Toxic love,
Why did you have to be so shallow?!

. . .
 Feb 2017
LycanTheThrope
Now I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can't breathe because he only kisses her once.
He doesn't care if it's perfect.
You used to smile.
there was once a tree
who refused to let go of its leaves.

there was once a tree
who tried to hold its leaves.

but when the time comes,
when the leaves wither.

there is nothing the tree can do but


to see its leaves
slowly falling down
from its branches.*

©IGMS
 Feb 2017
NvrMnd
~
Each letter I laid
Has its own little voice,

And together they sing
To be heard by yours

.
very anxious talking
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