Daddy somebody shot that man
I heard this eleven year old say
I didn't really understand at the time
I just knew a man was dead

But with the years that followed
I came to learn how much he meant
To this world in its great need
And how well that time was spent

He preached of equality he preached of peace
As he spoke of man as one
He marched his way down city streets
Facing adversity with the face of love

He was done with all the hatred
That fills so many lives
To him color was a vision
Of equality in his eyes

A life so young a life cut short
By the wicked in us all
Will you stand with me and follow him
Will you heed his righteous call

To call every man your brother
The way Martin Luther King Jr. did
To keep the vision of this visionary alive
A reality in which all mankind should live

into being this idiot, thinking I could try to help
the worlds problems, I posited on what they were ?
hunger?, nuclear war?, Isis?,
when I saw one day it was me.
Caught within capitalism , then I imagined me
in a Communist nation,
or set down in the middle of Iraq,
or India, and saw me as so many of the people in
this world. Where on again, my circle came back around, again
to where I felt I can't make a difference. No one person can.
Then I imagined a world with all the rest of the poets gone.
No one to feel , to try to paint a future more real, or more
loving. And I began to write this. And ...I saw again why
why why my friend whether I write with the skills of Emerson,
or just dabble around, in the end it's all the same.

i.

Happy birthday, diaphanous balm,
Mayest this span of time greeteth
Thee; with Good health, and loving
Psalm's.

ii.

Maligayang Kaarawan, archaic
Gem, mayest thine smile brush-
Stroke the aisles, of carbuncles
Of never-ending friend's.

iii.

Bon anniversaire, mon amour,
Mayest thine Satin-silk moonlit
Eye's, be a guide to the deaf and
Blind, mayest the heaven inside
Thee, be the richness of the poor.

iv.

Harúmena genéthlia, Earl, like
The lost and hidden pearl's,
Mayest the luster of thine
Memories, be kept safely
Locked, under thumb and key,
To openeth later, in sanctity.

v.

Penblwydd Hapus, Filipino
physician whom hath saved
Mine life, soul-mate, Queen,
Wife, mine bearer of this heart,
Mine carrier of all that's right.
The beam of nebula delights,
The diamond in mine might,
Mine-Queen, O' Jane
Mine Wife!!!!!!!!!!!!!

listening to Nirvana's "Something in the Way"
and i am -now- just realizing how ******* good this song is.

i mean, the mood cuts right to the bone:

underneath the bridge
tarp has sprung a leak
and the animals I've trapped
have all become my pets
and I'm living off of grass
and the drippings from the ceiiiilinggg
it's ok to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feeeeeelingsssssss

something in the way
mmmmmmmm
something in the way (yeah)
mmmmmmmhmmm

it's jus kurt on the geetar alone till the chorus, doing a simple chord,
and, thing is, he isn't so much singing as he is speaking in loose meter;
and it's almost as if between the words he is saying,
".. well how the **** could song survive this thing i am talking about
yuhknow? i am giving you my guts."

you finally get some lilt and rhyme that might be considered song
toward the end of the verse, but this is immediately undercut with,
of all things,
given what preceded it,
a joke ---- it's okay to eat fish 'cause they don't have any feelings

holyfuckingshitdoesthiscapturetheabsurdityofthings

an­d i don't mean a joke as in hahafunny but rather
what. else. can. i. do. but laugh, else i'll cry; and I can't cry anymore 'cause
i'm all outta tears. why??
because this abyss
called "existence" - that history, heh, tells us is imbued
with rational purpose or intent, or whatever -
bats its pretty little eyes at me like a big fuckyou..

i think
kurt is, suggesting, here:
laugh back.

it's like Camus' Sisyphus:

i
dare
you

to roll that same rock called "life" up the same hill everyday all day
and summon (somehow) a smile,

------ or at least a    s m  i      R    k

and watch as beauty bolts through your dead fecund heart
removing that
thing
in your way

i.

O'
Timely
Apricity;

ii.

Mayest thou
Warm, and blanketeth
Me; as a neonate, as
Thou shalt gorgonize
Me, from within the space,
Ourn embracing is a cataract,
Of heavied chime-together laced.

iii.

Thine speak is comely, Concord
To mine earshot; the copse is
Surrounding, none manor
Needed, just the coney's,
With the delightful tree's,
veneering ourn cot.

iv.

Exhaling all ourn woes
And sorrow's, as if none
Tommorrow; None haste,
And none distaste, house-
Leeks groweth whilst the
Flaxen colored roses follow.

v.

O' oriental Apricity
I'm cold mine lass,
I'm freezing fast;
This winter day
Hath chilled mine
Soul, I needeth thine
Fire-place, to heateth these bones.
Though far-flung, away on stretched water's.
I'm awaiting for thee, mine queen, O' Apricity,
I'm awaiting O' queen, mine swart of the sea, thou holdeth the lock, tis I hath the key, here thou goeth amour', open it up, flyeth on through-setteth me free.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Queen O' queen, this is thy king
Queen O' queen, this is thy king;
Put thine amulet, around thy neck-
For me.

ii.

Queen O' queen, this is thy king(10,9,8,7,6)
Upon saturns ring's, a beloved dream; (5,4,3)
Taketh mine hand, glideth the moon's with me. ( 2,1,liftoff)

iii.

This is thine king mine dearest queen
Thou hath taken me far away,
To the places only known
By saint's and those whom pray.

This is thy king mine dearest Queen
Erelong love, tis thine hope I cling;
And I'm higher in the most
Ravishing way. Erelong dove,
We'll maketh love in a holy way.

iv.

For here, am I dancing on the cosmos,
Beyond angelic tunes,
Thine eye's of cocoa tides,
Blend's inside me
As I rise.

v.

Though we've passed the universal edge
I'm peaceful in thine presence
Alive or dead; I feeleth the dark matter-
Bubble around in mine head, as Nirvana's
In ourn sight's, Zion's breath.

Queen O' queen, looketh ahead
The stream's; their flowing as
Milk and honey tree's
Touch ourn feet,
A tranquil homestead.

vi.

For here, am I dancing on the cosmos,
Beyond angelic tunes,
Thine eye's of cocoa tides,
Blend's inside me
As I rise.......


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

I have a Friend
And he has Me
We met right here on HP
He is noble and strong
A good man, through and through
Humble, insightful and gentle too

Complex stories he does tell
From experience and diaries
kept so well
Extraordinary accounts, he shares
Creating poetic stories
that shows he cares
He's witty and charming
He is oh so brave
Many a life has he saved

He came to Hp
wondering if this
was a place for him
Safe to share his heart
and tender skin
At first, shy and tenuous
to learn his skill
Now he commands his work,
Weaving words at will
Our fascination he does hold
With gritty stories so well told
Epic adventures, first hand accounts
Alway a moral, insight abounds

Yes, I chose him
And he chose Me
Mark Cleavenger,
My Poetic Friend here on HP

        In resonse to Elliot's #HPfriend Challenge
                        (please read his latest Blog)
Mark Cleavenger was my very first friend here at HP.
Hello Poetry has opened my world to many fascinating
Poets, from all around the Globe. (How cool is that?)
I appreciate all of my Friends here at HP. I love being
a member of this amazing, supportive community.
                    ThankYou  to all my HP friends
                                ▪○●☆●♡♢♡●☆●○▪

ɨ.

Tօɖaʏ, օռ tɦɨs ռɨռtɦ ɖaʏ
Oʄ Jaռʊaʀʏ;

ɨɨ.

Maʀҡ's օʊʀռ ʄɨʄtɦ
Eaʀtɦʟʏ ʍօռtɦ;
As աɨʟt ɛʋɛʀʏ ċօʍɨռɢ
Etɛʀռɨtʏ.

ɨɨɨ.

Fօʀ tɦօʊ, I աas ɮօʀռ
Tօ ɮɛ, ɖɛstɨռɛɖ ɮʏ tɦɛ
Nɛɛɖ; օʄ tօʊċɦɨռɢ tɦօʊ
Oռċɛ aɢaɨռ.

ɨʋ.

Oʄ ɦօʟɖɨռɢ tɦʏ ռaʀʀօա
Hɨք's ɨռ ʍɨռɛ ɦaռɖ's;
Aռɖ sաaʏɨռɢ tօ ċօʊռtʟɛss
Tʊռɛs, as I'ʟʟ ɮɛ tɦʏ ɢʊaʀɖɨaռ
Iռ աɦɨtɛ, a քʀɨʋatɛ օռʟʏ ɨռʋɨtɛ,
Wɦɛʀɛɨռ աɛ ʍatċɦɛtɦ ċʀօառ's
Oռ ʍօʊռɖ's օʄ ɛռtɦʀaʟʟɨռɢ ɨɢռɨtɛ.

ʋ.

O' ɦօա ċօռtɛռtɛɖ I aʍ
Kռօաɨռɢ աɨtɦ tɦɛɛ, tɦɛʀɛ's
Nօռɛ ɦօʊʀɢʟass աɨtɦ saռɖ;
Oռʟʏ staɨʀաaʏ's tɦat aաaɨtɛtɦ
Gʀaռɖ, ɨռtօ aռ ɛռtʀaռċɛ ɮɛtաɨxt
Oʊʀռ ċʀɨʍsօռ aʍʊʟɛt's, aռɖ tɦɛ
Aռċɨɛռt's զʊɛst, O' tɨs tɦɨs ɮɛatɛʀ
Pօʊռɖ's ɨռsɨɖɛ ʍɨռɛ ċɦɛst, ҡռօաɨռɢ
Hօա ʟɨʄɛ ɨs ʄaɨʀ aռɖ ʊռɖʀɛssɛɖ-
Uռċʟaɖ, ɨռ քօɛtɨċ ʝʊstɨċɛ.

ʋɨ.

Tօɖaʏ, օռ tɦɨs ռɨռtɦ ɖaʏ
Oʄ Jaռʊaʀʏ: I tɦɨռҡɛst ɦօա
At օռɛ tɨʍɛ ʍɨռɛ զʊɨɖɖɨtʏ
Sɦօʊʟɖst ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ ɨռ a
ʍօʀtʊaʀʏ, tօ ɢօɛtɦ ɮaċҡ ɨռtօ
Tɦɛ ɖɨʀt, ʀօʟʟɨռɢ ɨռ ʍɨռɛ քaɨռ,
As tɦɛ ɖʊst sɦօʊʟɖst ɦaɖst ċɦօҡɛɖ ʍɛ,
Iռtօ tɦɛ ʟօռɛsօʍɛռɛss I ċօʍքɨʟɛɖ աɨtɦ tɦɛ asɦɛs օʄ ɦʊʀt.

ʋɨɨ.

Tɦօʊɢɦ, tɦɛ ʟօʀɖ քʊsɦɛɖ aաaʏ
Tɦɛ ɖɛʍօռ's, ɦɛ աʀօʊɢɦt ʍɛ
Fʀօʍ tɦɨռɛ sҡɨʀt, ɮɛċaʊsɛ
Hɛ ҡռɛաɛtɦ I ɦʊռɢɛʀɛɖ ʄօʀ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟʍatɛ,
Mɨռɛ ʟօʋɛʀ ʄօʀ tɦɛɛ I ɖɨɖst tɦɨʀst.

ʋɨɨɨ.

Tօɖaʏ, օռ tɦɨs ռɨռtɦ ɖaʏ
Aռɖ ʄɨʀst ʍօռtɦ օʄ tɦɨs
Nɛաɛst ʏɛaʀ, ʍɨռɛ ɢօɖ
Aռsաɛʀɛɖ ʍɛ աɨtɦ an
Aʍaʀaռtɦɨռɛ ʏɛʟʟօա
Rօsɛ, ɦɛ ɮʀօʊɢɦt tɦօʊ
Tօ ʍɛ, ʄօʀ tɦɛɛ զʊɛɛռ
Jaռɛ tօ ɮɛ ɦɛʀɛ.

ɨx.

Sօ ʍaռʏ a ʍօʀɛ
Yɛaʀ's աɨʟt I ċɦɛʀɨsɦ tɦɛɛ ʍɨռɛ ɢatɛաaʏ tօ Gօɖ's tɦʀօռɛ;
I'ʋɛ ʀɛaʟɨʐɛɖ օռċɛ aɢaɨռ, ɨռsɨɖɛ tɦɨռɛ ɛʏɛ's I ɖɨʋɛ ɖɛɛք աɨtɦɨռ,
I ʀɛʍɛʍɮɛʀ օռ tɦɨs ռɨռtɦ ɖaʏ,
Oʊʀռ ʄɨʄtɦ aռռɨʋɛʀsaʀʏ
I aʍ ɦօʍɛ.

You can hold a light for all to see
and never be seen yourself.

ι.

Pυlcнrιтυde oғ lυмιneѕcence,
Cнarм oғ тнe eaѕт; darlιng oғ
Tнe Candeѕcenт, тнy нearт'ѕ
Mapped, wιтн υnιqυe ѕтreeт'ѕ.

ιι.

Organιc Angel, ιnnocenт
Serapн; нarpιng wιтн god,
Wιтн тнe rod oғ cнerυв'ѕ.

ιιι.

I ѕpy ιnтo paradιѕe,
Wιтн тнee on мιne
Sιde; I'м cloѕer тo нeaven,
Wнen I ғall ιn тнιne eye'ѕ.

ιv.

Tнιne ѕιgнт ιѕ a vιѕιon,
Glιмpѕιng ιnтo тнe new;
Seeιng мιneѕelғ, ιnѕιde oғ
Me, ιnѕιde oғ тнoυ тo.

v.

Zιon ιѕ reвorn,
Broυgнт ιnтo
Tнe new; мιne
Loѕт Aѕιan pearl,
Oғ rapтυroυѕ вlυe.



©Brandon nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeтѕ poeтry
©Earl jane nagley dedιcaтιon ( ғιlιpιno roѕe)

I am so thankful for each of you, for each of you have inspired me.
I feel your pain, I see your struggles yet you still do not given up.
On this Life, nor on the one that has created you and everyone else.
You bless me with the strength of perseverance that you have.
So I want to thank you for being who you are an overcomer.
I know that life is tough , but its the things that we go through.
Then overcome that shall bless us, because then we help others.
Though our Savior, he sends people to us to help them as well.
Showing them his handiwork which is us my friends, family.