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 Sep 2015
TigerEyes
She floats just above the ground
whenever visitors decide to come around
from room to room she roams
when she's feeling all alone
and, she longs for the laughter that once was --
that echoed up and down her halls
her children are all gone with time and, distance
its made her spirit ache it's been so long
there's the sound of a ticking clock
(tick, tick, tock)
reminding her of a half knitted infants sock
where she remembers leaving it before she left
Oh, and she'd cry if she had any tears
but all she has is her ghost house year after year...
where she roams from room to room
(waiting, always waiting)
waiting for her children to come home soon.
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 Sep 2015
Francie Lynch
We've all heard the story about Bonnie and Clyde
How they met, eloped and died.

And we're tired of hearing
About Henry and Ann,
And their shameless lives
Back in Tudor England.
When their marriage broke,
Ann lost her head,
With one stroke.

I won't bother you with the story
Of Napoleon and Josephine,
And that messy business
With the guilotine.

You know Caesar and Cleo
Put on quite a show,
They had a long distance relationship
From Rome to Egypt.
But it ended badly.
She by a snake bite,
Him by Marc Antony.

These famous couples didn't tarry;
They were harried
Before they married;
They met and wed,
But were too soon dead.

Now Byron and Colleen
Met when teens,
Byron was sixteen,
Colleen just fifteen.

They lived together,
To begin,
He loved her,
She loved him.
This wasn't living
As they say, “In sin.”
No rings lingered
On wedding fingers:
No bands of gold
To wear 'til old.
No license, no Registrar,
No vows were spoken,
But their silent vows
Were never broken.
They didn't need
A wedding token.
The cost was never the issue here,
Although Byron always claims he's poor.

And thus they carried on.
Boy, did they carry on.
In a romantic spree.
First came Jordan,
Then Jamie.
And thus they passed
Their years together,
In seeming status quo;
A happy well-matched couple,
For all intents, and show.
They lived well,
Ate well too,
Dressed and drove,
Worked and strove
For friends and family.
And all along,
The two of them
Have been our pleasure
To know.
After all, they're behind
Their doors,
That's all we we need to know.
And thus, they carried on.
Boy, they carried on.

Years down the road
They honey-mooned,
And after this, they married;
Like Benjamin Button
All seems reversed.
Should they continue
This backward style,
Then in awhile,
Following this reception,
They'll probably meet
At their conception.
Should they continue
In this fashion,
Their marriage should end
With their parents' ******.

This is
The Ballad of Byron nd Colleen,
and if truth be told,
You're still just teens.
My friends got married after 40 years together. Read at their reception.
 Sep 2015
PrttyBrd
Crazy reared its many heads
Twisted shades of paisley swirls
Kaleidoscope emotionality
Rollercoaster of fear and love
Through the storms of mushroom clouds
An air of peace remained
For that ever-changing scene
Was founded in the purest love
The realest dream come true
No fear of insanity consuming truth
Truth is kaleidoscopes are beautiful
Never boring by design
There is peace in the knowledge
That crazy is exceptional, brilliant
To know a soul, exciting
And through it all
We traverse the universe as one
Riding the wings of insanity
Skiing across the seas
On the backs of narwhals
Simply because they are awesome
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Settling into the reality that forever exists and it is insanely beautiful
last night's weary traveler
i was washing the car
under the blue skies..

suddenly the rains came
flooding my eyes!

below the golden flame
my hands were wiping metal frame
washing tyre's rolling pains
under the blue skies..

suddenly the rains came
flooding my eyes!

trickling sweats licked my skin
the car was turning shining clean
under the blue skies..

suddenly the rains came
flooding my eyes!

didn't know why couldn't name
sky was blue sun golden flame
smoked the glass deep sighs..

when suddenly filled the rains
fell noiseless from eyes!
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
In mine
D.N.A;
The blood's compound
Spelleth out the name"Earl Jane".



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

She hath given me a home
Sent by God she was;
Unearthly, to men unknown.

ii.

She hath breathed the breathe
Of life;
Wherein all is right.

iii.

She showeth me day
In mine dismay;
She's the sparkle to me, at night.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
 Sep 2015
PrttyBrd
Will you find me faster next time
Before perception binds me to duty
To a life I was never meant to lead

Will you search relentlessly
Until we are joined once again
Before fairytales fall from reality

Will you remember that we are bonded and bound
And be compelled to feel whole
On loves crusade until we meet again

Will you know me as you always have
Through millennia to eternity
Never resting until we are one

Will the road to me be found more quickly
Wasting no time building a life united
Sharing all we are meant to share

Should the slumber of darkness find me
Will you find me faster next time
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 Sep 2015
Melissa S
starts off as a whisper in your ear
something you hunger to taste
something you long to feel
and something you yearn to see
Then becomes a tormented dream
something you ache to have
something you crave to savor  
and something that...
just can never **be
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

Mine being
Mine breath;
Mine brio
Mine best.

ii.

Mine esprit
Mine verve;
Mine sentience
Mine healing herb.

iii.

Mine impulse
Mine vivacity;
Mine vitality
Mine Filipino pure goddess recipe.

iv.

Mine tower
Of hope;
Mine Cosmos
Telescope.

v.

Mine earl
Mine Jane;
Mine Mrs nagley
With thee I am one, with thee we art twain.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/mine life dedication
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
As I walked in sickly step's
Down to the brown mucky;
Maumee river today

I asked for God's healing
Mentally, spiritually, physically, emotionally;
As Indian style I sat and prayed

I looked up skyward
And saw the cumulus quietly sit;
I didst not careth for the ghost's in the wood's, watching all this

After I prayed, looking through the oak beam's of that porch
The light from the glowing sun danced the water;
Making figure's of Angel's reflecting holy silhouette Spark's

I went into a trance, as I dazed staring at these sight's
Tear's fell from mine face, as I felt Christ's mercy this night;
I don't deserve his grace, I thought to self, then I saweth mine help

I seeith thing's I needeth to change, a deeper insight
As love penetrated mine spirit, I felt Yahweh's strong invite;
As tis, the other image i hath seen, was mine savior, on the river

Walking..............



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
This is a real story just happened a bit ago.. I've been sick lately and dealing with alot... So went down to a porch overlooking river behind mine apartments.. I prayed to God asked him for his comfort and peace, and renewing mineself to God... As I was staring at the water... I saw images .. As sometimes Christ/God can give you visions or images and you don't even realize it's happening... After tears were coming from mine eyes asking for Christ and his father gods help with health and all things... I stared at the water... As the sun was over the island across from the river that's below the porch.. And the sunlight hit the water perfectly.. And the waves made the light streaks from the sun on the water sway and move.. It looked like many angels you could see the wings of light and bodies.. And bodies swaying next to another back and forth with angels it looked like with wings... and far to the left... Looked more like a man.. Like Christ as his image on the water looked as if he was walking the way the river moved down stream giving me this image... Saw this right after I prayed... It was soo beautiful as I looked to the sky and said( is this your sign to me God)just staring at the lights that looked like angels, and the other figure that looked like Christ.. All made by the sun and river. Though do know God was showing me a little piece of himself and his angels... Saying he is here.. For me.. As I've had more than plenty of angels protect me I do know.. I do know I should be dead and I'm not... I thank God so much for that... Enjoy writing.. As I'm soo blessed for all gods brought to me good wonderful people on hellopoetry who actually help heal me.. And mine queen earl Jane nagley! I'm soo blessed...
 Sep 2015
Aditi
Have you ever thought
Why your heart continues to beat
With all its pieces
Breaking farther
As the time grows

Have you ever thought
Why you still find it beautiful
To look at those starry skies
Every night
Through misty eyes

Have you ever thought
Why our palm has not yet
Lost its sensation
Even after holding on to things
Long gone and dead

Have you ever thought
Why do you never run out of oxygen
Even when sometimes you feel
The atmosphere closing in
on you

Call it fate
Karma, God's will Or simply hope,
You have to keep reminding yourself
The best is yet to come,
And you are far from being done.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
Ironic is it not?
The Norm society
Calleth us poet's crazed, lunatic, insane.

Though tis
The quote "Norm people" of society;
Art the one's who readeth us "crazed" poet's writing's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
 Sep 2015
South-by-Southwest
I pull your ******* to my chest
And feel your heart beating oh so fast
I cup my hand upon your ***
And mash your mound into my mass
I hold you captive in my grasp
As I spread you legs apart

I savagely kiss your trembling lips
And bite the plumpness I find there
I pull and tug upon your hair
Force in your mouth down with care
BETTER NOT CHOKE or I will glare
As you finish up with sips

I throw you over and grab your hips
And enter you from behind
You are gasping but I surely do not mind
I pound your rim and one more time
And *** once more as you reach behind
To touch my finger tips

I twist you around and grab your knees
And pull you into to me
I raise you up and sting you like a bee
And I put my thorn in so easily
I take my fill for free
And toss your shivering hulk back across the bed like you are nothing now to me

You lay upon the crumpled sheets
You lay used and oh so worn
You hair a sticky mess , that of a baby born
You lip bleeding softly , while I look on with such scorn
You slowly spread your legs like butterfly wings adorned
Saying,"Won't you come back and do it all again ."
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