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 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
If I lost thee mine love
                                        I'd loseth me mine dove.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
stores are running deficit
provisions unreplenished
ovens seeing less of flames
you're writing love poems!

cobwebs in the rooms dance
future in shambles unplanned
caught in lunatic trance
you're writing romance!

dirt is marking the wall
worries bursting the skull
expenses shaking nerve
you're busy writing love!

no bother no future plan
quickly dwindling ration
drowned in dense emotion
you're pouring passion!
 Sep 2015
Li
maybe we can all get lost
in each other's sadness
maybe we can all drown
in each other's tears
when our memories have
nothing but wasted years
and once we're all through
maybe we can all go back
to when we weren't blue
but until then
all i have is me
and all you have is you.
 Sep 2015
wordvango
a green cape to be superman in the lawn
a brown orange red one
in the fall and a white insulated
one in the winter

I put on at halloween a jack 'o lantern
adorned one
and at Christmas
a red and white one

When I visit the kids
at the orphanage
I put on a clown mask
and they laugh

And when I take it off
when I get home,
I cry.
 Sep 2015
Ignatius Hosiana
NOW
There's a thing about these shards
That I can not define with words
There's a thing about the pain
Though some say pain is gain
There's a thing about today
Keeping my emotions at bay
There's a thing about leaving
A thing that defines living
There's a thing about history
Manifesting in mystery
There's a thing about affection
Demanding great attention
There's a thing about the clouds
Exuded by dissatisfied crowds
There's a thing about streams
Going by like time shattering dreams
There's a thing about tomorrow
That carries a stench of sorrow
But there's a thing about the present
Which I discovered of recent
That the best moment of life is now
And you cannot afford to bow
There's a thing about change
That always look strange
But if you cannot fight, bite
You can't afford to give up the fight
and
i am just here
turning words
into
fantasy
while
you are there
creating dreams
with your
reality

©IGMS
i thought that you will save me from this fantasy
 Sep 2015
Tark Wain
I want to write a poem that rhymes
I haven't done that in a while
it's unnecessary my professor said
the one that never cracked a smile

She told me my work didn't need structure
that there was no need to work within the lines.
It was all ******* to me
no car has ever reached its destination without the aid of signs

No bird has flown his way down south
without another bird *** in its face
and so the story goes
and so continues the race

structure in a sense is supposed to free us
because it brings familiar tones
because after all
What are we all but walking Gravestones?
start again. mid september,the cloak folds around.

dark at the window, rain streams the lights, lorries
drive early. mansel davies.

does the music sound different, does it ease
more readily in autumn. i write in halls, remember
the museum, work steadily, do you understand the delight?

strange that such a simple task can bring such concentration,
pleasure after a long day before. to clarify here, i had a day
at home, working. the clocks are never right.

sbm.
 Sep 2015
Dr Peter Lim
GROPING AMONG SHADOWS

We all ***** among shadows
but whose—ours or others’?
can we tell to whom such belong-
angels’ or monsters’?

more real than self itself
the unconscious wrestles with the ego
we pride our knowledge
but indeed so little of ourselves we really know

what makes us what we are?
where is the fountain of our self-knowing?
are we the real we in our waking
or in our dreaming?

should we be afraid of our own shadows?
how do we make them disappear?
but how could I disassociate with my alter ego
when it never goes away-even as I am writing it’s here!
nil
 Sep 2015
inggo
I lost you
I lost myself
Now i'm going through
The curse of the darkest elf

I lost you
You found someone else
Now you're going through
The happiness in fairy tales
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
I just seeketh
For mine queen to be happy;
To be smiling and laughing
Lord, I beseech thee, to taketh her pain's, stick them on me.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
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