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 Apr 2016 Jake muler
ryn
Courtship
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
ryn
I'd befriend the obsidian sky...
   I'd shower it with a bounty of praises.
  So that it'll welcome my nightly gaze,
     without threats from overbearing clouds.

     I'd impress the twinkling stars
       by serenading them with songs unheard by most.
     So that when the time comes,
  they'd cast their votes in my favour.

I'd whisper to the nighttime breeze.
   I'd cavort and giggle at its slightest touch.
      So that when I fly my flag,
   it'll catch it in full billows for her to see.

Then finally...
  I'd woo the twilight moon...
     For she is the prize
   my heart had sought to pursue.
    I'd court her
      with the fiercest blaze that burns within...
     In hopes that she'd forever
   remember me as the suitor that had
fallen helplessly.
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
The Dedpoet
Its not my short legs,
Nor in my overgrown beard,
It's not the big nose
Or small pockets women fear.
It is the corny poem
For which I stand,
The kind of hopeful
Romanticism the women
Can't stand.
If is not in my furry kisses
Nor my nonsense of style,
It is the dork in my walk
That keeps them a mile,
I am a dude,
Unphenomenally,
Unphenomenal dude,
That's me.

I do not have the body
The women might want,
The kind where my bipeds
I'd flaunt,
I haven't the coin
To release the swag,
Hell I'm still playing
Nintendo 64, not much to brag!
My T.V. is till a big box,
I have no women,
I got loneliness on lock.
I'm just a dude,
Unphenomenally,
Unphenomenally dude,
That's me.

I'll finish this poem
With my last pathetic rhyme,
Maybe a chick will like it,
Like me this time!
I'll get a haircut to match
The style of now,
I'll become phenomenal,
I'll get there somehow,
But for now.....
Im just a dude,
Unphenomenally,
Unphenomenal dude...
That's me!
Thanks Maya.
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
ryn
Amplified
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
ryn
Every response received.
Every nuance perceived.

Every phrase heard and said.
Every word written and read.

Every thought conceived.
Every emotion bereaved.

Only gets quietly swept under...
Where they moil and fester.

Fought to suppress
I really have tried.
But anxiety has made plans
to have EVERYTHING
AMPLIFIED.
Anxiety attacks debilitate.
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
cleo
GO WRITE
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
cleo
Heart oh! that heart,
Seeing them from the very start,
When time I write my own poem on this chart,
In hello poetry I been a part.

Every heart that I see it makes me proud,
Even just 1,2,3 it makes my heart shout,
Reading those inspiring comments makes me rewrite.

Go write , go write,
You're a Poet, right?
Turn on the light,
Writing poem even its night,
Go bright,
Express your feeling hold your pen tight,
Don't let the laziness bite.

Go write,go write,
Freely like a kite,
Since it quite night,
Activate your imaginative mind.

You can smoothly rewrite,
A new poem that makes the readers excite,
Go write on your paper side by side,
It's not a waste when you type,
Don't make your brain dried,
Let the first word you wrote be your guide,
In hello poetry now you tied.

When you're writing a poem don't deny,
Even other people love to  criticize,
They just don't understand us  cause their  mind are occupied.

Don't let your talent hide,
It's a gift from GOD,He gives you an artistic mind.

Go write ,go write,
Until your hand  gets tired.
#GOD #POem#write#poet
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
cleo
Love to write  poem every night,
Poets have a wide heart,
In poetry, they cried,
It's another way to justified.

It makes them feel satisfied,
Every poem that they write,
It makes the readers inspired,
Every emotion they have inside,
In their poem, they applied
A poet can die but their poem  will still be notified.
#poem
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
Mark Tilford
Not for the next day
Live to make the most of your lives
Please tell me you do not live to get pay
Just to turn around and give it away
Spending  all your time on the freeway
On your cell phones
Just to keep up with the people named  Jones
or
Keeping yourself in debt with all your loans
Who says you can't throw stones
At the end of your day sharing nothing
but your moans and groans
Making excuses of why it's all worth it  
Your salary is worth more then the reality ?

"Gee"!

Go on a big spending spree !!
Go ahead buy one more pair of Ray-bans
Show everyone that you can '
Work really hard for that pension plan
That sure will make you better than
You call that a life's plan?
Your master plan?
Jumped right into that frying pan

Live
to
Live
!!
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
Dark soul
Ever felt it ?
She is feeling just exactly the same right now
I can feel the pull she's so desperate and wanting for
Amazing as it sounds
feels so magnetising too
like a bee stinging into her forehead
A constant reminder of a void that needs the feeding
Scabs that yearn for caress
The cadence earnestly begging to be heard
voice so deep and fulfilling that i satiate every inch of her soul
should i give her a call in this night so dark and the wind so cold
or
should i let her beg and long for more ?
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
The Dedpoet
I remembered
I promised you a poem,
In fact one a day for our love-
There's a problem though,
I can't seem to get them out:

   Because your presence
   Is like a million words,
   A thesaurus sitting right
   Next to me,
   And what you are to me
   When you are with me is an
   Eternal sonnet.
   But when I tried I began to
   Understand something that brings
   My understanding of us clearer,
   That we are the same in separate
   Places, in the same solitude
   Without knowing each other's
   Pain or fatigue.
   That we are both not people,
   But the wind freed in our selves,
   A gale freed from the conventional
   And we become a sudden verse,
   Nostalgic and naive,
   Stubbornly young and hopeful,
   There in that place,
   When we are together,
   I cannot write the poem
   That has not yet finished
   Being written.
 Apr 2016 Jake muler
Keith Wilson
It's  been  a  lovely  spring  evening..
The  sun  now  setting.
It's  rays  filtering  through  the  trees.
Causing  dancing  shadows
on  the  white  clad  cottages.
Across  the  way.
Orange  tinted  clouds
drifting  across  the  heavens.
As  if  seeking  a  destination.
quite  a  pretty  picture.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.  2016.
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