Minstrel of the Blue Moon

Feb 2016

ryn

I once professed my love to the wind...*

I had professed that I admired the way
     it had caressed my face.
           The way it cupped my cheeks
   and combed through
                 my tousled hair.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I was infinitely enamoured
with its playful but gentle ways.
The way it would upset
the serenity of my clothes.
          The way it would engulf me cool
on a hot sunny day.

I once professed my love to the wind...

I had professed that I get addicted to the way
it would reach into my lungs
and abscond with my breath.
Leaving me asphyxiated for a brief moment
before mischievously
introducing new air;
hale and fresh.

I still profess my love to the wind...

I'd profess my adoration for the way
she fills my sails full
and my heart full of hope.
For I am a lone sailor
in a crowded ocean.
Sailing in a vessel bound for nowhere...
Traversing time and space
with my love, my breeze...
my air.

.

#love #profession #hellopoetry107

Feb 2016

Emily Bronte

'Tis moonlight

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,

But most where trees are sending
Their breezy boughs on high,
Or stooping low are lending
A shelter from the sky.

And there in those wild bowers
A lovely form is laid;
Green grass and dew-steeped flowers
Wave gently round her head.

Feb 2016

traces of being

What might have been (?)! ............ part II of II

She promised lightly
to be the one,
step beyond  time
which cannot be undone,
to bathe sensately
in her soul’s spring water tides

ride audacious currents
through vanishing dusk,
beneath the yielding horizon's
sky full of stars

When came the morning
fade into light
submerged in a sea of love,
thine eyes closed,
blind to perceive the sparkle
in thine own
abounding shine

I demurely close my eyes
cast myself blind
to any world beyond
a song of breathless whispers

alas  ,...

my senseless heart
now bides silently unspoken,
listening to the murmur
as destiny ebbs

immersed in unsettling seas
where only the drowned
enjoy the silent writhing
of the waning afterglow,
enmeshed in unrequited dreams

a beautiful agony abides
basking in a restless solace

drenched in what might have been

wild is the wind   ...2.18.2016

part I:
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1561309/what-might-have-been-part-i-of-ii/

#poetry #broken #nature #unrequited #longing #drowning #sea #perspective #afterglow

Feb 2016

Thomas P Owens Sr

resting place

gracious green rolls over me
like wind over smooth rock
relenting to the eastern shore
and vast sea

my window
to endless flickers
orbs from eons past
speak to me as if time
were a minor,
perhaps non existent entity

whisper to me once more
those words you spoke
the first time we set eyes upon the night
together

if only you could lay here
breathe in the air of forever
and view in wonder
our souls chasing the stars

Feb 2016

The Dedpoet

Oceans

After the human dream is gone
And we are born again in mythologies,
The sea, the forever sea will remain.
What is the sea? What brought forth
The liquidity both violent and old,
That which gives and takes life?
You are the sea, I am the sea,
And everything is new again washed
In the waters, blood and all.
The sea which is kissed by the
Reelection of the night
And drenched by the star during the day,
The ocean, vast and enigmatic,
We return and she will never answer.

#haiku #happy #poems #romantic #haikus #dedpoet

Feb 2016

Chris

Only because

~

*Only because
she touches my heart
in a way it has never been
touched before

Only because
she makes me smile
and I could never
ask for more

Only because
my life is filled
with all the love she
brings to me

Only because
she gives me strength
to be the man that
I can be

Only because
my every dream
of perfect love has
now come true

Only because
she looks in here
did I post this saying,
I love you

Hi there beautiful, I love you. :)

Feb 2016

brandon nagley

The unwavering thirst for mine Romanjantic ( Romanjantic) means romantic jane- word created by me

As a youthful calf,
I bleat upon mine
Other-half's
Picture's.

The thirst for her
Is unwavering; I
Want to feeleth
Her mango Cheek's,
Her coconut hair,
Betwixt mine
Finger's untangling.

Over ourn dwelling,
I seeketh these word's;
In foregone spelling.

Hɛʀɛ ʀɛรiɗɛร
Jɑɳɛ ɑɳɗ Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ'ร pɑʆɑcɛ ѳԲ ʆѳѵɛ,
Eɳtɛʀɛtɦ ɓy tɦɛ Բѳuɳtɑiɳ tѳp wɦɛʀɛiɳ
Tɦɛ wɑtɛʀ cѳɱɛtɦ up; tɦɛ ɑquɑ ɑʆwɑyร Բʆѳwɛtɦ
Hɛʀɛ, tɦitɦɛʀ tɦɛ Luzѳɳ gʀɛɛɳ, wɛʆcѳɱɛ ɑʆʆ pѳɛt'ร,
Tѳ tɦɛ pʆɑcɛ tɦɑt kɛɛpɛtɦ ɑ quɛɛɳ ɑɳɗ kiɳg.
Dѳɳ't Բѳʀgɛt, ѳɳ tɦy wɑy ѳut, tɑkɛtɦ ѳuʀɳ รѳɳɳɛt'ร
OԲ pѳɱɑʀiѳuร ɗɛѵѳtiѳɳ, tɦɛʀɛiɳ ʆiɛtɦ ʀѳɱɑɳʝɑɳtic
Pѳtiѳɳ'ร.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

Bleat means - the wavering cry made by a sheep, goat, or calf.
"the distant bleat of sheep in the field"
a person's plaintive cry.
Betwixt is archaic for between-
Dwelling is a home.
Foregone- means past.

The funky part hard to read said this.

Here resides
Jane and Brandon's palace of love,
Entereth by the fountain top wherein
The water cometh up; the aqua alway's floweth
Here, thither the Luzon green, welcome all poets,
To The place that keepeth, a queen and king.
Don't forget, on thy way out, taketh ourn sonnet's
Of pomarious devotion, therein lieth romanjantic
Potion's.

Wherein means- in which.
The Luzon is a sea by Jane in the Philippiness.
Pomarious means- of or belonging to an orchard or fruit garden.
Therein means- in that place.
Lieth archaic for lies.. Like lays...
Romanjantic is a word I made up by myself. ( it means romantic Jane's) or romantic Jane... Meaning romantic Jane's potions.
Potions- means a liquid with healing, magical, properties.

#forever #king #soulmates #queen #amour #hari #reyna #eternal-lovers #romanjantic