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 Oct 2015
GaryFairy
Take my hand and come with me
Racing hearts and butterflies
Underneath a willow tree
Embracing love with starry eyes

Losing ourselves to the night
Overcome by passion's flow
Visions of love in moonlight
Enamored under tender glow
 Oct 2015
Sanjukta Nag
Flood of yellow lights
Rising from your navel,
I can sense euphoria, as
Darkness dies on my lap.
The universe is too small
Or our souls – enormous.
Let us both become sun,
Constant nuclear fusion
Will keep our love warm.
 Oct 2015
beth fwoah dream
the sea and its ghosts,
water falling,
clouds like peaceful
monasteries,
somewhere beyond.
 Oct 2015
Tommy Jackson
Tyrant I was at birth
With his guitar
Hand on string
Sending a curse.
 Sep 2015
Ashley Rodden
You said “Sing me a lullaby so sweet,
That the dark will stay away from me
Because my eyes see things they don't want to see,
Help me”
So I started to tremble out a verse
But my words aren't lining up with yours
And the way we hurt is even worse without each other

So you get drunk
And I loose faith in your words
Written for a girl when you had nothing to hide,
And I cry
Cause I’m missing you and you're missing California but
It’s a long way back from Missouri

And as the sun falls dark behind the sea,
I feel your eyes steal another look at me,

I said “I’m looking for things I’ll never see,
Release me"
And how’d this summer air just get so cold?
And how’d this quiet girl just get so bold?
And how have I become something you can’t hold?

So I get drunk
And you loose faith in my melody
Written for a boy when I felt so much inside,
And you cry
Cause you're missing me and I'm missing Missouri
But it’s such a long way back from California
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
At mine bedside,
Eastern surveyor's
Dancing across mine face,
Her pucker's move
In Tagalog groove;
Heaven at mine bedside
She awaiteth.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
 Sep 2015
Paul Butters
When I was eighteen I wrote “The Bedrock”
In which I said
The Priority is to Survive.
But I’m sixty three now,
And that’s not enough.
It’s not all about Me, so
It’s time to decide
What is Good.

Well, my friend
All Life is Good.
Every living thing.
From enormous whale
To spiteful wasp,
Bacteria
To Ecosystem.

Yet some beings must be extra-cherished:
Those that are conscious,
Sentient and smart.

Intelligence as such is there to be nurtured
And knowledge learnt.
So too wisdom,
But above all
Love.
Do unto others as you would have them do unto you:
A great old saying.
Be a Humanist indeed,
But better still,
A Lifist
Who Loves Life.

All else follows on from what I’ve just said.
Go figure.

Paul Butters

© PB 25\9\2015 (2).
No more pondering. Time to decide...
 Sep 2015
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


Riverside,
Never made me feel as good as her,
Suicide was on my mind,
When I met her,
But that was ages ago,
I never took it slow,
But I never took it fast either,
If she was still there,
I would treat her,
With all sorts of respect , and love , and kindness,
More than the lies you'll feed her,
I praise her name.
I do...,
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
She, mine world
She, mine wife;
She, mine girl
She, mine life;
She, mine living
She, mine all,
She. Mine sight
She, mine Asian doll.
She, mine amour'
She, mine amare,
She, mine moral's
She, mine finger's, and hair.
She, mine beauty
She, mine plenty;
She, mine blood
She, mine lassie.
She, mine otherworldly
She, the gate's of pearly;
She, mine seraph
She, mine cherub.
She, all I needeth
She, when she cryeth, I bleedeth.
She, mine night
She, mine day
She, mine freedom
She freed me from decay.
She, Earl jane
She, O' mine Earl jane;
She, mine happiness
Doth these word's not explain?
She.....

Mine Earl jane nagley....



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane nagley( Filipino rose) dedication
 Sep 2015
Tommy Jackson
Cool move
Collected in the maximum desk
Just below the nest
Where she layed her head,
**** complicated little woman.
She was mine in seventy six.
 Sep 2015
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
 Sep 2015
Tommy Jackson
A shrine to
Rock and roll
I'll make the guitar shiver
In it's clerical mode,
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