Building Fellowships - Hello Poetry

Feb 2016

lluvia de abril

Allow me to rest
by the shores
of your friendship

I have walked
day and night
to get here

I know you are tired too
your journey preceded
you have been waiting

rest on my shoulder
another
will come along
with three glasses
of lemonade

Friendship is a precious gem, we all carry it deep inside. If we polish it and protect it there is nothing it won't outshine. Agree?

Feb 2016

Jaee Derbéssy

Burn the Night Away

I wanted to have
all the answers,
but in the end
she didn't
need answers
as much
as she needed
someone
who would
listen.

Jan 2016

nate1990

street walker

Purged by violence
Body distorted,
Weathered by ignorance.
Miles of shame beneath your feet
Exchanging pleasure for disease.
Lifeless and wrought
Contempt with your miserable life
Owned,
By a hypodermic puncture site.
Willingly you undress,
Your shamefully reflection;
To wolves of prey
With violent intentions.
Mentally inapt
Incapable of discretion
A spirit void waste of flesh,
Used for others accession
Your foreboding creation
A ceremony of pain
Unable to have an objection.

Flies on the fruit of your body;
A maggot nest
for nature's protection.
Falsified hopes
Stem from paralyzed delusion.
Drug induced comma
Keeps your pain in remission.
Transfixed by your own demise
7 masked figures lure you inside.
Thrown into the back of a van.
Oil soaked rags
Bind each of your hands
No sirens to chase you Down
Adorned in a bag,
Is how you'll be found.
Violently emancipated;
cleansed of your pride.
Washed with gasoline,
To help you subside.
Set ablaze,
With violent reactions
***** no more.
Welcome to the procession.

A common reflection
To prostitutes given
Without notice
Of her past
Complications
Don't judge a book
By its Weathered pages.
Every life holds a unique story
Some...
More glamorous than others
Sadly.

Jan 2016

Dhaye Margaux

Back Home

~~¤~~
I was hiding alone in this room
The war has taken their hearts away
I heard the bombs, I thought it's their doom
When hatred made those ****** days

Victims of war carried the scars
As they escape from this dreadful place
Their words are kept in secret jars
With tears for hiding their voice and face

But today sounds like a different show
I hear no more bombs and cries
And when I look outside my window
They're coming back home with smiles

~~¤~~

:)

#war #home #smile #over #back

Jan 2016

lluvia de abril

Thank You - Just a Thank You

Thank You HP for the gesture
and compliment of the Daily

To each of you,
I am grateful for
your eyes, your time
your words nourish, console
and encourage the aspiring writer in me

I am grateful for your thoughts
and heart in comments;
jewels encrusted in the mind
beats in my writer's heart

Your interpretation of my work
opens the world; your work inspires me, you inspire me

You are energy
you are a gift and I am humbled
to be in your company

To all of you who gift me with your time, likes and extraordinary comments -Thank you. I am truly honored and value you more than I can say. Your eyes and words carry me.

Jan 2016

brandon nagley

Ta apokalyptíria (The unveiling) greek tongue

i.

Alow downward Reyna, humanity hunger's and ****'s,
Red liquid they do spill, despoiling, toiling, taking
Lucifer's fill;

ii.

We canst only watcheth queen, as their working's and dream's,
Get untied by the string's, of the fine unseen line, of the principalities and power's.

iii.

Henceforth the hour's, shalt be as fading flower's, they shalt seeith their government's and darkened power's; falleth as the star's, men who knoweth none boundaries, God shalt rattle the mountain's and deep, as a harlot to her patron. Though the patron's sleep.

iv.

We shalt endureth this paining moment amour', the cosmic chronograph is opening door's; erelong love, erelong amour', we shalt sit at a feasting table, wherein the beau monde that hast Satan's barcoded label, shalt not perch. The flame shalt quench it's thirst, as recreation below us takes it's course. For ourn creator spoke this Jane, in the beginning. The world's lost it's way, it needeth cleansing from the sinning. As we shalt be restored by reconnecting on higher planes. To be reborn, in the spirit again.

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

Alow- means below in archaic.
Reyna is queen in Filipino. Many different ways to spell queen like reina in Spanish, or reine in french.
Despoiling means- other words plundering or steal or violently remove valuable or attractive possessions from; plunder.
Henceforth-means from this time on or from that time on.
Harlot if you don't know means- noun ...archaic for.
a ******* or promiscuous woman.
chronograph- is an accurate time keeping instrument...
beau monde in french means...-noun: beau monde; plural noun: beaux mondes .. Meaning.fashionable society.
Erelong- is archaic for soon.
Feasting table- meaning in bible talks of Christ joining with his bride ( the church) his believers at a feasting table in heaven .. Enjoying another...
When I say the beau monde that had Satan's barcoded label... They will be the rich men ( elite men) who control the world now. As their God is money fame and power and riches.. How the barcoded label ( RFID chip) tracking device of the Antichrist ( already created ready to be used by 2017,as said by bilderbergs ( secret society, henry Kissinger spokesman, ex defense minister) stuff you can find all online in Obama's health care act he passed and his supreme Court... The barcoded label these elite, high worldly men take, will be their bad decision making. And thus allegiance to Satan. Not God. Not Christ...

#god #lovers #forever #renewal #spirit #christ #revelation #reborn #unveiling #earl-jane-nagley

Jan 2016

James M Vines

Jailing America

Petty crimes have become felonies. Youth programs have been replaced with the jail house. God has been replaced with do what you feel. No one cares what happens to a generation lost. Drug addicts are warehoused in cell blocks, instead of being offered programs to get clean. Forgetting that some of our neighbors are human seems to be the grand scheme of things. There are those who will not change, but some can be saved. It is time to throw a lifeline to those who want out and time for us to stop throwing our children away. Return them to the knowledge of God and give them back some hope. Instead of jailing America, lets find a way to bring them home.

Jan 2016

brandon nagley

Thundering awe

An airgonaut, verily she is,
Hovering in time, healing
Mine mind; O'er the
luminaries, stationary,
Freely emissaries, of
The water of life on-
Which we liveth.
We shalt famigerate the copybook of god;
Sprinkling seed's, O'er the demonic breed's,
Stomping out the hatred, anger, a lightning bolt of peace to overcometh the ghost's of bad nature, with Jane's sceptering rod. Virtuous applause, as a wraparound stairway, leadeth us to the Almighty; thundering awe.

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

O'er means over- in archaic tongue.
Luminaries- are lights. Like ones in the sky's.
airgonaut- one who journey's through the air.
emissaries- a person sent on a special mission, usually as a diplomatic representative ( emissary)
famigerate- to carry news from abroad....
sceptering- Jane using her scepter. Sceptering. (;::

#lovers #forever #amour #hari #reyna #thundering-awe #queen-earl-jane-nagley #overcoming-bad-withgood

Jan 2016

phil roberts

SOME DAYS

Some days
Your eyes cry
At so much of what they see
And your heart is over full with sad memories
Feral thoughts tear at truths
And chew at hard-won confidence
Your twin lights
Of humour and humanity
Shall lead you back to your smile

By Phil Roberts

To a friend of mine :)

Jan 2016

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

I Walk In Faith

I walk in Faith with my sisters and brothers.
Because even though he is invisible to the world.
Christ still reveals himself to us in many ways.
Maybe he does not appear to us in person.
He still hears our cries , and answer us daily.
For by Faith Abraham had Isaac his son.
Being past age to have a child, he believed.
That Christ was still capable of providing.
For when we believe, this is when miracles happen to us.

Jan 2016

Francie Lynch

Hello Greenwich

Hello Poetry is our bohemian site
For the new counterculture
Of the contemporary beat.
The works are here.
Ginsberg's long gone.
Kerouac took to the road
Not taken yet by us.
This is our Greenwich Village,
And I can stay at home.
Now, and some years ahead,
I'll say I met and read
The likes of you,
Here,
On Hello Greenwich.

#poets #hellopoetry #greenwichvillage