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 Mar 2016 Francis T
Samm Marie
Is not as hard as I thought it might be
The days go by even faster
I don't think anymore
I ******* know
I am a masterpiece
And no one will define my worth
Try as they might
I will shut it down
Because I am so worth it
I am worth more
Than anyone will ever tell me
Forgive my brief dash
Of egotistical mind
But I have tried so hard
To please everyone
But me
It
Is
My
Turn
i.

Thitherward to Corinth,
Thus wherein mine
Grandfather's dad
Was from. To seeith
The bards of old,
Legends of agora
Soul, mingling
With the
Aegean
Sea. O' the natural spring's
Of healing properties, a place
Of new testament biblical fact
And history. How I wouldst hath
Adored to seeith the apostle Paul,
First known as Saul of tarsus; eye's
Once sealed, then opened; By the son
Of God. Fain were the Grecians, in
Yesteryear's thought. The turquoise foam
Betwixt their homes, the beauty was told
And taught. Hither the Mediterranean center
I want to be, scribbling-scrawling, prophetically.
Breathing in the aura, mine ancestors once did.
Spirit-floating the isle's, of pious hymn's for mankind's sin.
Rendering the prognostication's, told in God's own word's,
Rouse a sleeping nation, that once resounded the laureates shores.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Prophetic poetry
Agora- Greek marketplaces and gathering place..
Thitherward- means thither... Or to , or toward that place.
Bard- one who recites poems like Shakespeare.
Fain- pleased- happy...
Yesteryear-( noun literary,) last year or the recent past, especially as nostalgically recalled.
Foam- relating to sea.. Called foam as well.
Betwixt- between.... ( love this word hahahahhaha)
Hither- to or toward ( this place,)
Pious- deeply religious.
Render- rendering. There are many meanings. This meaning is - (represent or depict artistically).....
prognostications- prophecies...
Rouse- awake....
Resound- echoes. Echoed...
Laureate- a person who is honored with an award for outstanding creative or intellectual achievement..( such as a poet or artist.)
A poet laureate is - a poet appointed to, or regarded unofficially as holding, an honorary representative position in a particular country, region, or group...
Barbecue is blowing in the breeze , the city of Jackson is "rolling up the streets " ..The old soldier guards the city square , thoughts turn to Saturday night , stripers at the lake and the devil-may-care ..
Shady southern avenues and picnics at Indian Springs , lazy Sunday afternoons and playful children on dead end streets* ...
Copyright March 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

Jackson , Ga.
You've degraded
My meaning of love,
To something,
  S E L F   C O N F I D E N T I A L
*. . .
One line
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Here I am, startled
by the silence of the night
Disturbed by the quiet
caused by lack of morning light
But it's peaceful, too,
the soft and quiet dark
The fog absorbs my dreams.
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Heart-beat, heart-beat
Can you feel my
Heart-beat
Feel it pound against my rib cage
It wants out, it wants out
Feel how it wants to get out of my chest
Beating for who? Beating for you
Beating to tell you how much I love you
I’ve said it once and twice and
A million thousand times
But here I am, I ‘ll say it again:
**I
love
you.
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Gray
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Silent fog
Breath of unheard screams
Rests on the heads of heavy souls
Some souls are tattered and torn
Some souls are scarred
Some of them have holes in their hearts
And some are just dark
The fog pats them on the head
Leaves glistening droplets in their hair
Then watches as souls half dead
Fall to pieces in their bed
And dissolve in the moon’s iridescent beam
The fog pouts, and its drops become thicker
Angry tears fall to soak the city in sorrow.
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Secret(15w)
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
I don’t think I have ever been so grateful
to have a secret come out.
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Weight
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
Brush away the guilt
That I know is weighing you down;
You have set me free, you see
You have allowed me to live again.
 Mar 2016 Francis T
Sky
It is your fear
which has saved my life;
That is the purpose of fear, I suppose:
It keeps a person safe
So that they may live another day,
and so that their soul mate
won’t be left alone and hollow
With no one left to fear for.
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