You forget there's a sky above
Birds don't chirp trees are few
Gone is the hamlet that shaped your love
For a blade of grass cries the morn dew.

Mesh of wires runs over the sky
Air is thick with the reek of petrol
Scare you the trucks heavily passing by
Dazedly you search for the village of the ole.

Here was the home your soul's green abode
Where winter was cold March sprightly Spring
Your feet ran the soil not dusty metaled road
Dreams soared high on boundless wide wing.

Now all around are the townsfolk on race
Ruthless pace crushing ole hamlet's peace
But so is fated by the wheels of progress
That shows the gain more than all that you miss.

winter chills my bones
fiercer every season

her warmth i seek
with the prayer

O God, let her grow not older

When i snuggle into her
hear her lips' quiver

..........let him grow not older

As a newcomer
To this premier
Website for
poesía,
I
Get
Motion
Sick
Ness.

From seeing
The disdain
And despise.
Seeing other
Poets young
Old, couraged
Bold, happy,
Molds in
Their prime. Get bullied by other bullies.

By fanatics who ****
And maim, while their
Heads are held up in shame.
With a halo of pain
Murdering one
Another.

I seemed to have forgotten
Aren't we sisters
And poetic brothers,
Yet giving hatred
For hatred!
Not healing
Its
Wounds.

I believe in a powerful
God who loves, not based
On a theory of Darwinian
Baboons.

Message not clear
To
You. We are indistinguishable.
With the same red flowing through our arms.
Hearts that beat
With homes
Alarms.
Some drive cars
Others can't afford them.
Some have high class suits
Some are poor,
Some handle food
Some open doors.
Some journey
I want to explore.

To the point
The
malefactor and villain
Is not the ones you
Choose to
Make smaller. You only make them BIGGER
As your size
Capsulates as a pea to the wind.

Your the same you killer of poetic flame!
YOU ARE THEM.

So stop Killing
With words
Of no
Knowledge.

Start shaking hands
Saying good Job
Poetic muse
Of earth wind.

As you slay
And think -hey-
Maybe today I won the fight.
Always
Remember
You ****** yourself
Slowly
And that piles
Night by night.

Bloodshot eyes .. Shaving camo paint off five days of beard .. Exhaustion ..
A hot breakfast one time beneath a poncho ..Coming home ..

When the 'Canadians' return to the countryside in November ,
morning gaggles will fly right by my very window !
Off for a break on the banks of Port Lake , to rest a spell from their
arduous travel , to stretch their wings , collect their thoughts and get a few winks !
Up in the morning for a quick 'Dixie Breakfast' then back to the business
of travel along the river .. Cruising down the Chattahoochee with a brief rest stop in Columbus , then back to 'The Blue' , nonstop and bound for home in warm , serene Florida ...

Baby boomer farmers tailgating Carolina red apples ...
Engaged in whittling , rocking beside a powder blue Dodge pickup ..
Mother hens in white aprons selling cocoanut cakes and peanut brittle .
Bluegrass pickers drawing a small crowd , children feasting on corn dogs
with Rock candy tucked away in their shirts ...
Funnel cake fragrance on joyous September nights ...

here I am
there you are
hope there to here
is not too far

again time
has moved on
without my permission
leaving me here
older
and full of wonder
about
what I don't know

i.                                                               ­                                                  iii.

                                                           ­                      Daliythers expand,
Afore man's image,                                              bridging Nova's.
                                                         ­                        Twin flame heat;
                                                           ­                      Extra-amourials,
                                                ­                                 lantern's to be the
There were writing's.                                          Star's.
On the wall's; carved
Afar, betwixt the jar's,
Wherein tear's art
Stored from children's
Long.

ii.                                            ­                 iv.

Exuberance aroused.                          Me and mine Jane
Dark matter to ourn halo                   O' mine twin flame;
                                                          ­       Me and mine Jane
                                                            ­     From the heaven's whence
                                                          ­       We came.
Head's; bairns of the super-
Natural, never born, never
Dead.        




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication