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 Oct 2015
Natalia mushara
Why yuo
Boyes calla gurl kute den turn rounde
To say she ugly.
I thinke yuo da ugly one.
I really think
that it is just a sin.
That when there is trouble
The Big Boys join in.

They all come across
saying that they'll make a change
and then somebodys World
they will then rearange.

The US and Russia
along with us Brits
don't want it that way
so we blow it to bits.

We give guns to him,
supply arms to another.
Then we sit back and watch
as Brother kills Brother.

Who are we to guide?
Who are we to preach.
When we cling on to their assets
like a blood ******* leach.

We should leave others alone
till our own house is done,
yet we watch as our schools
become run by the gun.

Where now it's the norm
to be shot as we learn,
just as long as big commerce
is able to earn.

Those who should know better
don't know how to behave
Happy to see
another Child in a Grave.

So you Big Boys go elsewhere
because it's well known
that if you come to play
you come armed with a Drone.

While you're sitting back
comfy in your armchair.
You can relentlessly ****
from a place that's not there.

Then when you pull the plug
and remove your devices
we are faced with a problem
of people making bad choices.

We have made problems worse!
We have let people down
and when we get a world crisis
we'll react with a frown.

We don't want them here.
They cannot go there.
A whole host of humanity
who is welcome Nowhere.

We created this problem!
We created this way.
So in the future
keep The Big Boys away.
3rd October 2015
© Copyright Christopher K Bayliss 2014
Cinnamon and black grey
breaks the summer's doze
the voice gives away
it's sitting somewhere close.

The shade of a mango tree
that rests the wings from sun
breaks the day busy
to a lonely space for one.

In its eyes black bead dark
solitude wears a skin
a sadness makes its mark
of a silent cry within.

It dips beak deep for preens
cleanse that's daily a chore
another day quick spins
shadows are longer more.
a bird native to the Indian subcontinent.
inspired by one such lonely bird on a mango tree.
 Oct 2015
Babu kandula
I am hollow inside

Unfortunate or fortunate

With a heart

That can pump love

Instead of blood ...

How much the pain hurts
It can bear it and still

Give the same old love
 Oct 2015
Dhaye Margaux
Yeah, I am older and bolder
Reborn to be a fighter
Mature, yet I am responsible
Still not wanting any trouble

Getting older is not a problem
I am just wanting more time to be solemn
Quietude is a great opportunity
To evaluate my worth, my rights and duty

I am bolder, creativity is my passion
No time for heresays or wrong notion
I am teased by kindness and respect
Beauty is in the heart, not from what they expect

I am older and bolder,  just feel me now
I  was waiting for so long somehow
Explore my exotic beauty and madness
Take me, bathe me with your sweet kiss and caress

Oh, take me now, my love, I am yours
Lets have plenty of travels and tours
Take me to the heaven, take me to the moon
We will grow old together, our life will start soon!
Another mature piece...
 Sep 2015
Patrick N
Night, gripped by future thoughts I lie,
Mind nocturnal, never blinking eyes,
Day's events and those to come don't rest only rush
Heart hastens shadowing  pace, moves respite out of touch

Perspective the enlightener sprouts a shoot,
A momentary distraction which begins to take root

Breath is vacuumed slowly from nose to chest,
Streaming laden air out, a peaceful wind lays upon breast,
Mind slows recognising nights familiar touch,
Sleep content, knowing, I'm but a mindful piece of dust
 Sep 2015
raine cooper
maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring
©rainecooper
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

An enthusiast of Japan
With her love of detective conan;
She loveth YouTube, and small thing's cute
Her voice is uplifting, maketh a lame man start moving.

ii.

From the ancient province
Of Misamis Occidental;
In the northern Mindanao region
Her birth was preordained, not accidental.

iii.

Her favorite color's yellow
And looketh **** in yellow dress;
Though I love her also in black
And red she's a Filipino conqueress.

iv.

I knoweth all about her
Inside and all out;
She's a present wrapped in palm's
She's mine soulmate, no doubt.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (soulmate)
 Sep 2015
Dhaye Margaux
Heto ako ngayon, punum-puno ng ngiti
Isang balatkayo na mananatili
Habang ako'y takot, ngayo'y walang lakas
Tahakin, suyurin, maulap na bukas

Masdan mo ang labi na nag-aanyaya
Ng isang masayang puso ko at diwa
Subalit kung masilip ang puso kong pagal
Lakas at tatag ko'y di na magtatagal

Halika't yakapin ang aking alindog
Masdan at lapitan, aking niluluhog
Sana makita mo ang bawat bahagi
Naluray na laman, dito sa 'sang tabi

Durog na ang dibdib, maging ang isipan
May bukas pa kayang sa 'ki'y nakalaan?
Masdan ang palad kong natigmak sa dugo
Halika't subukang gamutin ang puso

Tayo na't maglakbay, ang diwa kong tulog
Panaginip sana'y saya ang idulog
Maging totoo ka't isayaw mo, sinta
Magsaya sa gabing pag-ibig ang dala.
Para sa mga nangangarap... <3 <3 <3
 Sep 2015
Cecil Miller
I think I could know
How you might feel about her.
I can see it,
The way she makes you smile.
But honestly, you arn't the same
Beside her.
Waiting for boy's night out
Ain't ever gonna be my style.

I remember when you were a rebel,
Just a renegade without a plan.
I can see, somehow, she's got you dreaming
Of playing house.
Think of what you're doing, brotherman!

Can't you see beyond her glamour?
She's cast a wicked spell on you.
That thing you feel for which you clamor,
It ain't true love; don't think she loves you, too.

I know it's not my place to tell you that she's posing,
And posting up inside your bed to get Some of your dough.
Who am I but some kind of little tag along?
But I can see the hurt she's going to put you through...

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't mean to be a blocker.
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

Every time we meet she has to be a part of it.
It's not my business, but I just don't want to see.
When the lies unfurl,
I don't want you to be mad at me,
For having been the one to have tell you all about her scheming ways.

She knows I know.
She's as sly as night is shady.
When she whispers your name after dark
With her lilt,
You don't care a thing about your pride.
You give it all to her.
Everything you've got to give
Before she even ask for it.
You give it all to her,
Everything, Everything,
Everything to her...

So, I'm giving up
The Times we spend together.
I know right now you're chasing after your high.
I'll still love you
As much as any brother.
I'll be here for you whenever you find the time.

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't aim to be a blocker.
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

I think I could know,
How you might feel about her.
I can't blame you,
But open up your eyes.
A girl like her
Is never going to be faithful.
Not to you, or anyone she knows.

So, I'm giving up
The Times we spend together.
I know right now you're out chasing your high.
When you hurt, just know that I hate it for you.
Maybe, next time, you won't brush everything else aside.

One day I'll be out strolling.
Or maybe pool, or bowling.
There'll come a time
When the binds
Of fruitless love no longer keep.
One day we'll fly
To far off never ever land.
And leave this past behind.

There'll come a day,
And come what may,
We will pick back up where we let it go,
That's how we roll.

I think I could know
How you feel about her.
What made you think
That's something I couldn't know.
Yes, I will miss you,
Don't want to kiss you,
No ****, Bro,
I love you.
But for now,
I need to let you go.

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't aim to be a blocker -
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.
Anybody who craves brotherly affections and true male bonding has experienced these feelings before. I never really knew my brother. I think if social media had been so accessible as it is today before he took his life about 5 years ago, he might have known how much we all loved him and maybe he would have stayed. But, this song is not really about my brother. It is about many brotherly friendships I have and have had. Like I said, some of you will get it.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
I'ʍ a sքʏ ɨռtօ ɦɛʀ sօʊʟ
A tʀɛasʊʀɛ tʀօʋɛ;
Oʄ sɨʟʋɛʀ aռɖ ɢօʟɖ.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
If you dont understand font it said

I'm a spy into her soul
A treasure trove;
Of silver and gold,
 Sep 2015
Dr Peter Lim
TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever
--
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
Regular being's
Like to thinkest, outside the box;
I tend to thinkest
Outside of this dreadful world.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
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