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 Apr 2016
Akira Chinen
Love is simple
Enough
Its easy to fall
For the girls
I will never
Know
The women
Whose lips
I will never
Kiss
The soft
Skinned
Ladies
Oceans apart
The old friend
I was too
Cowardly
Too dare admit
My adoration
Its easy
Enough
To fall
Its simple
In the
Safety
Of
Solitude
In the
Secrecy
Of darkness
In the
Dreams
Of
Tomorrow
While
Knowing
I will
Always
Be safe
As long
As I
Only
Wake up
Today
When you put your worth, in the people that surround you.
When you put your worth in the things that you do or say.
When you put your worth in what others might say about you.
When you put your worth in what you can do for other people.
Stop , quit selling yourself like this for each of you are worthy.
Just laid down your low self-esteem and pick up Christ purpose.
For one thing that God can not do and that is make junk.
He only creates beauty and Masterpiece, so quit calling yourself junk.
For you are worthy to be appreciated and loved by others for you are Gods Masterpiece.
 Apr 2016
brandon nagley
i.
Iwis, in the overt eye's,
Her, mine Jane;         ii.
I'll lionize.                   Erelong, the psalmody
                                      Of courting gesture;
                                      A consort's
                                      diadem,
                                      Meet
                                      for
                                      Treasures.
iii.
Tambourines shaketh
Whilst sistrum's
Jangle; horn's
And pipes
In the melody
Tangle.
            
           iv.
            Sitar and harp peal,
            Shofar's explode
            The comet's; un-
            earthed by seven
            seal's, reeling in
            Renewal and
            birth's of one
            mindset.
      
                                   v.
                                     Free will is chosen,
                                     though by Yahweh
                                     abideth we; unclad
                                     to the human fad,
                                     In love- O' blessed
                                               To be.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)
Iwis- certainly,surely.
Overt- done or shown openly; plainly or readily apparent, not secret or hidden.
lionize- archaic for - give a lot of public attention and approval to (someone); treat as a celebrity...
Erelong- before long, or soon.
psalmody- psalms arranged for singing....
Courting- be involved with romantically, typically with the intention of marrying. ( wanting or trying to marry one ) a man courting a woman. Old tradition more romantic in other countries a lost art if you may. And lost true romance...
Consort- a wife, husband, or companion, in particular the spouse of a reigning monarch...
Diadem- crown with jewels for a  king or queen.
Meet- ( fitting, or proper) archaic way of meet .
Sistrum- a musical instrument of ancient Egypt consisting of a metal frame with transverse metal rods that rattled when the instrument was shaken.
Peal- means- a loud repeated or reverberating sound of thunder or laughter.
Shofar- a ram's-horn trumpet used by ancient Jews in religious ceremonies and as a battle signal, now sounded at Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur.
Yahweh- a form of the Hebrew name of God used in the Bible. Just like Elohim is another name, and God also calls himself ( I am) meaning always was and always will be... He is the alpha and omega beginning and end. Before him was nothing and will be nothing after him! He always was and always is!!! The almighty!!!!. Jehovah is another name for him... (:: christs father God.
Abideth- or abide- accept or act in accordance with (a rule, decision, or recommendation....( especially abiding in God, obeying him).
Unclad- **** or naked...
Fad- an intense and widely shared enthusiasm for something, especially one that is short-lived and without basis in the object's qualities; a craze.
'i hope she's as crazy about you as you are about her'
saturday 9th april '16 ~ trust me
 Apr 2016
Sin
I look for her in burned pages of
Forever
My queen that love brought to my door
The darkness brings with it the shadows
And lost kisses fall upon
The dust riddled floor

How my black heart aches
To see the moon shine in her eyes again
And to taste the crimson life
Spill from the neck of pure beauty

Am I destined to howl like a banshee
Alone and chastised
By the hand of the master that now
Robs me of slight happiness
And blinds my sight
Oh cruel world punisher of my soul

Tis not the sound of her
Baying at my door
For my sense of sound deceives me
Yet love holds me tight

Play not with my feelings oh lord of the ******
Just let one more night belong to us
For I am nothing come the morn
And by the light of this nights moon
She will be gone
I know it's not a poem but just had to put this out. Hope all who reads it enjoys. Thanx.
 Apr 2016
wordvango
just a leaf left
on the pillow next to me
now, a whisper of smoke
vapor tracing your path

out the door
going back to the
limb I stole you from,
the place you must return

I rake my bed for more,
try to make
a place
for you to fall

again, next time.
 Apr 2016
Irving MacPherson
Fill the basin
To half full
Cram the dishes
Into the white soapy
Bubbles and very hot water

Too hot for hands
And dish clothes
Wait, write a poem

Have a cup of coffee
And pat myself on the back
For doing three things
All in the same bunch of moments

What can be said
You dig in
Oh, water's still too hot

Pour myself
Another coffee
Contemplate the state
Of the unkempt Kitchen floor
 Apr 2016
David Ehrgott
How's your mother
Down in Melbourne
Doing after these few years
Well, I hope she doesn't mind
That I might bide
And I hope she digs this scene
As we go on our way
On our way
  
How's your mother in Deltona
Doing with the work she does
Well, you know I don't remember
How you spent the days
But, you sure do know how
in many other ways
And I feel stupid
Yes, I do
  
How's your mother in West Maywood
Doing after all these years
Well, you know it a cold hard spring
And we're losing everything
And you know it's a cold hard spring
Don't you know it's a cold hard spring
A cold hard spring
  
How's you're baby in Altoona
Been to Stuttgart or to sea?
But, you know it don't matter why
When you're eating apple pie
And it don't matter why
When you're eating apple pie
The apple pie
The apple pie
When you're eating apple pie
  
How's you're mother doing
Where's she from?
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