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 Feb 2016
JR Potts
It was almost spring here,
the purple light snuck in
cutting the overcast sky
and the venetian blinds.

The last snow lay out in the yard
slowly melting there
like something sad
but also something beautiful.

My kitten crawled up under my arm,
she lay her little head in my lap,
stretching out her paws
and yawning the way cats often do.

Soon it will be dark
but for now I live in the twilight
almost spring, almost night,
almost alive and almost dead.
Came home from work and this beautiful purple light shined into through my front windows. One of those moments where you just feel it.
 Feb 2016
Bill murray
A special invite i got
To a ballroom party today.
Do I look like a ballroomer,
I'm a filth **** dirt
Hard working man who plows his field.
I'm not meant for some fancy suit dancing.
Unless.
There's a fine poetry lady to dance with me
Then I'll be whatever the invite wants me to be.

now tell me what it is with this one day
upon which a wealthy world acts its play
for on the others we forget to pay
true affection in appropriate ways

why is it only then we know to say
"i love ye" ev'ryone now 'n' always

*
..love always...



عرفان بن يوسف © AH 05/05/1437


'a (1 rhyme pentameter) Sonnettette x 1 minute poem'
 Feb 2016
Sourodeep
Slowly it burns,
the thick white smoke,
lazily it turns
curls up from
my mouth's manifold.
The fire lays hidden
beneath the ash
which has still not fallen.
Rays of light descend on me
its path through the smoke
now clearly I can see..
Beautiful world, all these what I have seen
nothing captivates me more than the green
;) :P
 Feb 2016
N Paul
Will we meet in shady groves;
Upon a hill? Perhaps in morning.
In hidden vines of deepest green… Does day break?
We spool in canopies as the world beyond awakes;
Cocoons of fragrant freshness. So here I sit and of you I wish.

Will we meet in times of woe;
Under streets beveiled? Perhaps in mourning.
The well-worn cobbles ache terribly, my dear, let us go inside
A yellow cigarette crushed against the glass; I burn for tenderness and see
It in your eye. So there you sway and beneath you I lay.

Will your face be one I know;
Past veils of spidersilk? Perhaps, my darling.
This well-worn world aches terribly, let us make our own
From shady grove to comforts home; an empire on the hill.
Lifetime passes in an eyeblink. So with you I hide
Til our tender world’s first sunrise.
 Feb 2016
NvrMnd
~

I wish I was in a Box

At least there are Corners

Where I can Hide to.
 Feb 2016
brandon nagley
ɨ.

Tɦɨtɦɛʀ tɦɛ ɛɨɢɦtɦ աօռɖɛʀ օʄ tɦɛ աօʀʟɖ
Oռ tɦɛ ċօastʟɨռɛ օʄ tɦɛ Paʟaաaռ;
Tօօʟ's sɨʍɨʟaʀ tօ tɦɛ Kaʟɨʍaռtaռ
A sɛċʟʊɖɛɖ ɨsʟaռɖ tɦat քatɨɛռtʟʏ sʟɛɛքɛtɦ.

ɨɨ.

Mɛ aռɖ ʍɨռɛ sօʋɛʀɛɨɢռ ċʀɛɛքɛtɦ
Wɦɨʟst ċʟօsɛʟʏ աɛ ċօռռɛċt;
Saռɖaʟ's օռ օʊʀռ tɨʀɛɖ ʄɛɛt
Tɦɛ աɨʟɖ ɨs stʀaɨɢɦt aռɖ ɖɨʀɛċt.

ɨɨɨ.

Tɦɛ աastɛʟaռɖ ɨs sʊʀʀօʊռɖɨռɢ ʊs
Wɦɨʟst tɦɛ ċʀɛatʊʀɛ's sċʊʀʀʏ aռɖ աatċɦ;
A ɮaռզʊɛtɨռɢ ɨռ tɦɛ ɖaʀҡɛռɛɖ tɦɨċҡɛt
Tɦɛ քʟaċɛ օʄ tɦɛ Nɛɢʀɨtօ's aռɖ aɛta, tɦɛ sʊռ ɮʟaʐɛɖ ɦօt.

ɨʋ.

Tɦɛ ʟɨttʟɛ ʍɛռ ċօʍɛtɦ օʊt
Daʀҡ sҡɨռռɛɖ, aռɖ ċʊʀʟʏ ɦaɨʀ;
Mɨռɛ ʀɛʏռa ɨs taռ
Mɨռɛsɛʟʄ Eʊʀօքɛaռ stʏʟɛɖ, sҡɨռ ʄaɨʀ.

ʋ.

As tɨs tɦɛʏ sɦօաɛtɦ ʊs, tɦɛɨʀ աaʏs օʄ ʟɨʄɛ
Tɦɛ ʍɛɖɨċɨռɛ ʍaռ ɮʟɛssɛɖ ʊs, ʍɨռɛ ɛʍքʀɛss, ʍɨռɛ աɨʄɛ;
As tɦɨs ɖaʏ, ʍɛ aռɖ ʍɨռɛ aʍօʊʀ' sɦaʟt ռɛʋɛʀ ʄօʀɢɛt
Oռ a tɦʀօռɛ աɛ sat, ɨռ tɦɛ ҡɨռɢɖօʍ օʄ քaɢ-ɨɮɨɢ.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication \filipino rose
Title is the kingdom of pag-ibig.... Pag-ibig means love Filipino tongue...
Poem goes like this for you who dont know....if can't read...

i.

Thither the eighth wonder of the world
On the coastline of the palawan;
Tool's similar to the Kalimantan
A secluded island that patiently sleepeth.

ii.

Me and mine sovereign creepeth
Whilst closely we connect;
Sandal's on ourn wild feet
The wild is straight and direct.

iii.

The wasteland is surrounding us
Whilst the creature's scurry and watch;
A banqueting in the darkened thicket
The place of the negrito's and aeta, the sun blazed hot.

iv.

The little men cometh out
Dark skinned, and curly hair;
Mine reyna is tan
Mineself European styled, skin fair.


v.

As tis they showeth us, their way's of life
The medicine man blessed us, mine empress, mine wife;
As this day, me and mine amour' shalt never forget
On a throne we sat, in the kingdom of pag-ibig.

Its thought and known the earliest ancestor's lived on the Paʟaաaռ which is an island in Philippine's that's what Palawan is,,, which ancient Asians lived there 40,000 years ago as tools that derived from Indonesia Were found on Palawan ...

Thither means to or toward that place,,
Kaʟɨʍaռtaռ is place in Indonesia that had tools like place in Philippines..
Eighth wonder of world also known as Banaue Rice Terraces - mountain terraces that are beautiful.
When I say place of,negritos and aeta these are oldest tribes in phillipines....
Enjoy
 Feb 2016
ryn
Lady night offers her generosity
as the stars twinkle in syncopation for me.
Shadow-clad silhouettes...
Their gaits mysterious.
The night lights trail into the depths of my eyes.
Burning away the seconds, so effortless.

The quietness...
Willing forth dishevelled reflections...
Of unkempt emotions.
Allowing a barrage...
Of thoughts and notions that span
over night and day.

So that they could...
Be conveyed through paper and screen.
So that I could...
Share with you what I intimately mean.
The unforgiving onslaught of ideas and feelings
I bravely conjured...
But too afraid to say.
 Feb 2016
brandon nagley
i.

Mine doting of thou,
Is not wilting amour;
Mine love is more
Then floating, outside
Thy door.

ii.

Even in mine woe,
And caging dolor;
I shouteth thy name,
"Sweet jane' mine girl.

iii.

Whilst even in mine
Suffering, and the
Battle I'm in; with
Satan and his lackey's,
I wilt step upon them.
With thy help, and God's
Discipline, Jane O' Jane,
I'll soareth to the highest
Apex, mine plume's to expand,
Wing's to stretch; Yahweh's mighty
Word, to push them back to the gates of death.

iv.

So mine Jane,
I telleth thou this;
I'm not losing amour,
Nor am I tenderness.
I'm in the stage, of trans-
Figuration, O' soon queen,
We shalt meet in blissfulness,
Beautiful apparition's. Ghost's of
Old, ancient soul's, we'll tasteth
Cascade's of mezmerdade; bralishas
Of barinthia, thitherward the province of
Ourn holy one, next to El Shaddai, meaning
Elohim, also Jehovah, mine Jane and honey-
Bee. Aside the Almighty's throne, And elevated
Seat, his son Jesus Christ on the right- garbed
In robes that floweth with the vim of life. As there
Shalt be none need for the sun or moon, the creator's
Ourn light. A place that's right, wherein there art none wrong's,
Ourn sin's art forgotten within the angelic song's, these song's wilt be sung, on a basis of eternity; none ending, just befriending of the saint's at God's feet. Wisdom shalt be deep, from the beginning of ages, none more false prophet's nor greedy men to ruin the nation's, Concord within ourn Lord shalt follow the month's, as Jane, mine swain, it wilt be in this time's happening;
It's still thee I shalt want. So hold on tightly, don't let loose of mine hand, we'll trounce these dark bearers, and pour holy oil upon their head's, None more wilt they torture us, as they'll flee instead, before of ourn Lord, Jesus Christ, the risen, the man, the son of God, ourn protection, whom hath arisen from the dead.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Doting or dote- means adore- or adoring.
Wilting- as a leaf. Wilting away.
Dolor- means a state of great sorrow or distress.
Whilst- means while.
Lackey's or lackey is - servant or servants...
Wilt- also meaning archaic form ( will)....
Transfiguration- a complete change of form or appearance into a more beautiful or spiritual state. ( for me inward)
mezmerdade- is a word I created meaning- mesmerizing undying beauty.
bralishas- another word I made means- juicy lips.
barinthia- is a word I made up meaning ( bountiful or "abundant" era, or time.)
Thitherward also means thither- or to or toward a place.
Yahweh is a name for God in Hebrew form.
So is Elohim, and Jehovah.
El Shaddai- means God Almighty in Hebrew tongue. If you are confused why I use Hebrew names no I'm not Jewish if you know Christians we use same name for God as the ancient Hebrews -( Jews do) except most Jews don't except their own real Messiah Jesus like us Christians do . as the Jews should be doing.they've mocked Christ their own messiah from the beginning and will look for a false savior and messiah ( Antichrist as spoken in Revelation.) Though God loves his chosen Jewish people and wants them to return to him. As many will. Though many will be
Decieved by the son of perdition, the man of sin ( the Antichrist)..
Swain- means young lover...
Trounce means- .rebuke, conquer or punish severely.
 Feb 2016
AP Staunton
My last pair of boots, sit by the back door,
Faded yellow and black, via asphalt and straw.
They sprawl where their thrown, spread-eagled with socks,
The steel-toe caps are showing, through all the hard knocks.
I've worn out dozens of boots, by the score,
But these are my last, I won't need anymore.
Grafted all my life, sweated and bled,
Wrote a heart-wrenching poem, in a felt-tip of red,
On the back of a letter, from the Hospital, to my lad,
Just a change of appointment, addressed to me, his Dad.
But the words are unreadable, I can only guess at a few,
It was probably a masterpiece , though I haven't a clue.
Written through frustration, written through tears,
At Three in the morning, after too many beers,
About a change of career, getting a worthwhile job,
There must be an easier way, than to work like a dog.
Staying inside in the winter, not out in the fields,
Digging trenches and footings and dying on shields.
Dressing up smartly, using brain not just brawn,
Rising at noon, instead of teeth-chattering dawn.
But I forgot why I wrote it, the mind has many routes,
So I've just been out to buy, a new pair of boots. . . .
We have all probably written a great poem, which made sense
at the time, but when you come back to it, it seems gibberish.
All I had was the title and the first six lines, for the rest of it,
the pen had almost run out, so I couldnt understand it
 Feb 2016
Natalia mushara
I choose to be me
Yuo choose to be you
I choose to be seen
Yuo hide behind yo clues
Yuo take what not yours
I take all that mine.
Yuo take me as yo gurl
I left even in time.
I don't want yo begging me back.
I don't need yuo
But I forgives yuo
And can never luv yuo back
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