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 Jan 2016
Roberta Adele
sometimes I fidget
uncomfortable with the weight
of the words
that course through my veins
unable to rid myself of the itch of the need to write
 Jan 2016
Mike Essig
Stroke her mind.
Caress her soul.
Touch her heart.
Pet her pride.
****** her dreams.
Cuddle her confidence.

Her body will
smile at you
without a
second thought.

  ~mce
 Jan 2016
brandon nagley
ɩ.

Atɷp tɧҽ cɧɷcɷɭatҽ Hɩɭɭ'ى
I wɩɭt ɖɷtҽ tɧɷų ɩŋ ɖaɾɩŋɠ ѵҽŋtųɾҽ;
Oŋwaɾɖ tɷ aɖѵҽŋtųɾҽ'ى tɧɾɩɭɭ,
Maŋʏ tɾɩbҽى tɷ bҽ ɷųɾŋ ىpɭҽŋɖɷɾ.

ɩɩ.

Fɷɾtɧwaɾɖ ɷŋ, tɷ Nҽɠɾɩtɷ ɷʆ Lųʑɷŋ,
Fɷɾtɧɠɷŋҽ cɧaŋt'ى, ҽѵҽŋtɩɖҽ tɩɭ' ɖawŋ;
Capҽɾɩŋɠ tɧҽ bɭaʑҽ, ɭɩɠɧtɩŋɠ ųp tɧҽ caѵҽى,
Bʏ amɷųɾ' maŋى ɭɷىt tɷ bųɭɭҽt'ى, kŋɩѵҽى, bɷmb'ى.

ɩɩɩ.

Tɧɩtɧҽɾ tɧҽ Tҽɾɾa ʆɩɾma, ɷʆ tɧҽ Atɩ,
Mҽ aŋɖ mɩŋҽ Jaŋҽ, ىɧaɭt cɷŋɟɷɩŋ ɩŋ ɖҽىtɩŋҽɖ ɠɾaɩŋ'ى,
Iŋ ىpҽctacųɭaɾ wɩىɖɷm, arтerιeѕ connecтιng;
Wrappιng wιтн veιn'ѕ.

ɩѵ.

Oŋtɷ tɧʏ wɩŋɠ'ى I ɧɷɭɖҽtɧ,
Takɩŋɠ ɷʆʆ ɭɩkҽ cɧaɾɩɷt pɭaŋҽ'ى;
Oŋtɷ tɧҽ pҽɷpɭҽ ɷʆ tɧҽ Baɟaų,
Fɩىɧɩŋɠ ىҽa'ى ɷʆ ɠɾҽҽŋ amaʑҽ.

ѵ.

Back ɷŋ tɷ ɷųɾŋ abɷɖҽ, wɧҽɾҽɩŋ tɧҽ caŋɖɭҽ'ى ŋҽѵҽɾ ɖɩҽtɧ,
Tɧҽ wɩck aɭwaʏى wɩɭt ɠɭɷwҽtɧ, aŋɖ ɷųɾ ɭɩɠɧt'ى ҽaىʏ tɷ ʆɩŋɖҽtɧ,
Bҽcaųىҽ ɷʆ ɷųɾn ىɷųɭ'ى tɾaѵҽɭɩŋɠ, tɧɾɷųɠɧɷųt ҽaɾtɧ aŋɖ bҽtwɩҳt ىpacҽ; wҽ wҽɾҽ bɷɾŋ ɩŋىɩɖҽ tɧҽ ɧҽaѵҽŋ'ى, tɩmҽ tɧҽɾҽ Iى a ɖɩىɠɾacҽ. Iŋ tɧҽ cҽɭҽىtɩaɭ tɧҽɾҽ ɩى ŋɷŋҽ ɾacҽ, ɷɾ ɖɩىcɷŋŋҽctɩɷŋ bҽtwҽҽŋ ɧҽɾ ɖaɾk aŋɖ mɩŋҽ paɭҽ ىkɩŋ, wҽɾҽ ųŋkŋɷwŋ ɭɷѵҽɾ'ى tɷ ɧųmaŋɩtʏ, wҽ bɾɩŋɠҽtɧ pɷҽtɾʏ tɷ ɭҽt tɧɷų ɩŋ.
i.

Atop the chocolate Hill's
I wilt dote thou in daring venture;
Onward to adventure's thrill,
Many tribe's to be ourn splendor.

ii.

Forthward on, to the Negrito of Luzon,
Forthgone chant's, eventide til' dawn;
Capering the blaze, lighting up the cave's,
By amour' man's lost to bullet's, knives, bomb's.

iii.

Thither the Terra firma, of the Ati,
Me and mine Jane, shalt conjoin in destined grains,
In spectacular wisdom, arteries connecting;
Wrapping with vein's.

iv.

Onto thy wing's I holdeth,
Taking off like chariot plane's;
Onto the people of the Bajau,
Fishing sea's of green amaze.

ѵ.

Back on to ourn abode, wherein the candle's never dieth, the wick always gloweth, and our light's easy to findeth, because of ourn soul's traveling, throughout earth and betwixt space; we were born inside the heaven's, time there is a disgrace. In the celestial there is none race, or disconnection between her dark and mine pale skin, were unknown lover's to humanity, we bringeth poetry to let thou in.

Chocolate hills are beautifully created Hill's in Philippines that do have a chocolate tint to them! Very beautifully made! Look like big mole hills,
Dote means- cherish adore or embrace.
Forthward in old form means- forward.
Eventide means evening old form.
Capering or caper means dance.
Ati is an ancient tribe in Philippine's.
The people of bajau in poem are another ancient tribe in Philippine's.
Betwixt means - between in archaic form.
When I use the line " time there is a disgrace, meaning Its a disgrace in heaven, because all death accounts people say the same thing, heaven has no time! Time doesn't exist there. As there's no worrying of times nor hours. All said by thousands of people of same matching accounts. And thousands more of accounts surely not written.

The poetry is about me and Jane traveling to all beautiful tribal places in Philippine's, though these are only a select few tribes from Philippines as there are hundreds more tribes that have dissapeared from being killed or displaced like natives in the USA, disgustingly. Or also many tribes still surviving I didn't mention. Story's of me and Jane traveling seeing tons of tribal people's! Seeing the landscapes of her land... Then going back home after learning so much of each other, and the world around us, and learning of gods great creations and creation of man...so after all the traveling me and Jane go home having learned more of another and enjoyed a journey and go home to embrace another.... The last line states " were unknown lover's to humanity, we bringeth or bring poetry to let thou meaning let you in. Meaning me and Jane are from the heavens, from god, as we came back again as god brought us back as soulmates, and writing poetry not just for another on HP. And poetry period. But Also writing poems to show others an example of true love from god! Enjoy...
 Jan 2016
ryn
If I am kindling,
you must be the spark...
Much alive in the darkest dark,
lifting all shadows with
finesse and flair.

     If I am flame,
     you must be the air and wind...
     Unfettered and free...
     Cradling my infancy.
     Only to nurture and inspire,
     to groom flame to fire.

If I am faltering...
And almost extinguished,
you must be the hand...
Bearing the confidence and belief...
Awaiting the moment most opportune,
to align yourself in rhythm and tune.
So we could...
Continue to
burst forth into light.
So we could...
Resume our journey forth with might.

     Let us be our own deterrent
     from the darkness
     that comes with morrow's set.
     Hand in hand, we must...
     Because together...
          And only together,

   we're...

                        incandescent.
Happy New Year to all!
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
Anon mine love
Anon;
We shalt be knitted into eachother's aura's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
There shalt be none bourns, and none border's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Mine lip's shalt maketh a dessert of thine own.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Ourn bodies together wilt intertwine, flesh, blood, bone's.

Anon mine love
Anon;
These writing's shalt be put to life.

Anon mine love
Anon;
Thou wilt calleth me in person husband, as I thou wife.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Anon means in old Shakespeare terms- soon. Or shortly.
Aura is ones atmosphere around them.
Bourn is- in archaic terms limits or boundaries.
 Dec 2015
Akira Chinen
Do we dare dream to fall?, to fly... to go crashing through the bedroom door
Where we tumble and roll and slowly lose all of our clothes
Lost under the sheets we ride shooting stars
Circle the sun in the blink of an eye
Catch a glimpse of eternity inbetween the beat of our hearts
Do we dare turn the page and find ourselves living a storybook life
Hopes and wishes blooming like flowers all night and all day
And when we read between the lines we find a love so perfect it's almost cliche
If we dare to sneak a glimpse and skip to the last page
Would it be a black and white classic of two aged hands holding a heart that still beats wildly and madly and impossibly in love
Dare we..
 Dec 2015
Mercurychyld
I feel lonely
when you sleep.

I find myself walking
and pacing,
plagued by thoughts
and worries and
feelings of doom.

Wired yet empty,
as if some part of me
is missing or
ripped away.

Where did it go?
When will it be back?

Displaced, I am
obliged to search within
the trunk of memories
in my mind
and pick out a few
memories of you,
of us,
dust them off
and play them like
snippets of favorite
movies

and for a little while
I can ignore the flood
of tearful melancholia
that creeps and stalks,
just waiting to drown me.

For a little while
I can think of you,
our silly laughs and giggles
and mutual goofiness…

and for that little while
I can smile.


(Ode to my beautiful sons)

-by Mercurychyld
Copyright 23 Nov 15
Monday
 Dec 2015
GaryFairy
in Ohio state, that place by the lake
I miss those waves and that sandy grate
my dreams are laced with memories made
waiting for a walleye to take my bait

on Edson street, down at the creek
I leaped in just to wet my feet
where steelhead and salmon meet
it's still a dream my memory keeps

Main street beach, out on the pier
we drank in life and drank down beer
we swam to the breakwall without fear
those memories, i still hold dear
 Dec 2015
Tommy Jackson
To the levy
It broke a flood
Down the draft
Of brotherhood
Slip the mic, ****
In the gut. Drive them mad rock and roll dad.
To the levy Jam the strings
Play and do your musical thing.
Ring the guitars, screech the whammer
Just call me kid Rock and rollin wammer jammer
On a blue and alabaster evenings , snowfall glows beneath the Winter Sun , joyous , spirited afternoons and conviviality among old friends and family .. Red ribbons and tinsel , the warmth of burning Oak and Hickory , tall evergreen shadows , garland , ornaments with magnificent brilliance enhance the festive celebration on this Day of Miracles* ...
Copyright December 25 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson *  All Rights Reserved
A symphony of woodland imagination , Sycamore trees that mimic the forlorn's indignation .. Persuasive River Birch's cover quiet brooks , compel the fragmented light crossing the waters surface between moss covered stones , Honey Locust armed with their crown of thorns , instruments of the Passion stand majestic as regal Live Oaks command the high cliffs above the swirling tributaries confluence and utter confusion ..
Pan awakens the creatures at Dawn with the song of whippoorwill and Mourning Dove . Helios sets the floor aglow , Redtailed Hawks deliver their morning anthems..
Angels walk freshwater streams without question , forever charged with unfolding the tapestry of divine creation ..
Copyright December 24 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2015
brandon nagley
I sawest
A tunnel up
Ahead;

I went into
The brilliant
Light; thought
I was dead.

I was greeted
By mine angel;
"I'm Queen Jane
She saidst".

She illuminated
Me with kisses;
She doused me
In blisses, the
Pearly gates
Opened, as tis
She entered me
In.




©Brandon Nagley
©earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©lonesome poet's poetry
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