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 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
I ɖʀɨռҡɛtɦ ɦɛʀ քռɛʊʍa
I sաɨɢ ʊքօռ ɦɛʀ ɨռċaʀռatɨօռ;
Sɦɛ ɨs tɦɛ saċʀɛɖ ɛʍɮօɖɨʍɛռt
Oʄ tɦɛ ɖɨʄʄɛʀɛռt աօʀʟɖ's aռɖ ռatɨօռ's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
Title is- Embodiment to life

Poem is this if you can't read

I drinketh her pneuma
I swig upon her incarnation;
She is the sacred embodiment
Of the different world's and nation's.
 Sep 2015
Liz Delgado
Colors all around me,
the grass tickling all my body,
the wind blows melodies.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
I'ʍ a sքʏ ɨռtօ ɦɛʀ sօʊʟ
A tʀɛasʊʀɛ tʀօʋɛ;
Oʄ sɨʟʋɛʀ aռɖ ɢօʟɖ.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
If you dont understand font it said

I'm a spy into her soul
A treasure trove;
Of silver and gold,
 Sep 2015
ThePoet
I looked at 
you close, 
to find you a 
stranger now
I looked at 
you closer, 
to find you 
always were 
somehow

©
 Sep 2015
Tommy Jackson
I was edgy
On edge
On her bed.
Losing my head,
Feeling dread
Lost instead.
She leaned in
Showed me sin
Passed a note
I smile, nod, grin.
Seventy-six,
A year to quick
She had me
I slipped.
Got high with the coolies
Rock and rolled
Forgetting me
And my wife's
Late night movie.
Met her back
At her up stairs pad.
Had her then
Still have her now.
And still I'm at her place
I got her hooked
From my jamming
With strings, and my ring
She's my honey bunches honey bee.
This is my reminiscence
For my sugary dream.
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
the excellence is evident in the credulous eminence
blessedness in the discipline of relevant emphasis
intelligence, if directionless, can lead to arrogance
purposeless over-confidence of pendulous relevance

defiantly, yet reliably, calliope waiting quietly
a variety of society that finds height in irony
i solemnly and politely will happily sit silently
finally facing the gravity patiently and privately
in Greek mythology, a calliope is a muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry;
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
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Eⓐⓡⓛ
Jⓐⓝⓔ
Nⓐⓖⓛⓔⓨ.

ⓘⓘ.

Hⓞⓟⓔ
Lⓘⓕⓔ
Lⓞⓥⓔ.

ⓘⓘⓘ.

Eⓐⓡⓛ
Jⓐⓝⓔ
Nⓐⓖⓛⓔⓨ.

ⓘⓥ.

Hⓔⓐ­ⓡⓣ
Sⓞⓤⓛ
Mⓘⓝⓔ ⓑⓛⓞⓞⓓ.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Sep 2015
Tommy Jackson
Copius family
When my day's aren't so good.

Populous of the kisses
From my dandy, she make's bad better, and mean's understood.

Irksome Hassel's
I easily from these get upset.

Anger comes out
From word's not meant, the old guitar does pay the rent.

A shiny string , my wife who sings
Zero cool, to make me drool. Her vocalizing makes me fling.

Far out I tell her, she's a low down rocking mom
Rocking out, passing out, to Guinness green applause.
 Sep 2015
Cheyenne
You provide security,
Like a baby blanket to a child,
The stuffie I can't let go of.
You keep me safe of a night,
Allowing me to sleep sound in your arms.
Knowing I am safe from the harm of the world
The harm of my own mind.
 Sep 2015
Walter W Hoelbling
what are those battles
we have been fighting
for so many months

to prove
   that one is right
   the other wrong

summoning friends
   or gods   or common values
       or personal histories
   for our support
we lash out at each other
   in wild despair
   trying to duck the bullets
      evade the thrusts
      keep our selves intact
          up to a point
      just shy of total agony

seemingly oblivious of the fact
   that what really is at stake
   is not victory

   but our joint survival
 Sep 2015
beth fwoah dream
streams of the stars
golden leaves
sinking in the fading light
dappled shadows
where the light drowns
its stones and unwraps
the sweetness of the night.
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