#abode
Rddrddpatpatpat.
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Dear heart of Gold
let me know it's you I pleed.
What a deep blue sea and devil
to not know so I can freely point my need to you for I know you would help and I really don't mind
your contempt at this late time.
I survived on the measure of people's contempt without provocation by means of jealousy envy and malice from every one on my path
I learned to spit it all out
to not to end up as them a hater,
without chooing all their hatred I kept all my teeth still missing wisdom molars and one other.
My last treasure is my mental and physical health which I treasure.
I don't use nor abuse bad habits
of any kind, but I am in a pit of
lack and homelessness.
Please dear abundance build me an abode as you once desired to do so.
R.D D.
Patpatpatpat.
I NEED YOU ITS TIME.
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By Karijinbba.
11-2021.USA.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 8:59 PM UTC
A tumultous storm is passing the valley
and I am stuck in the midst
nowhere to hide and nowhere to go.
I try to walk towards home with my rainbow coloured umbrella.
My abode on the hill nearby,
and an uphill task to go,
the gale is growing stronger
i just can't slow.
The heaven has been unfriendly
not answering to my prayers
I slipped a million times as He wanted me to scare.
The strong roots of the trees have held my hand firmly
not gushing me down
as a true friend in poverty.
The rain spoilt my umbrella, the seven colours faded
I faced the heavy drops as my parasol betrayed.
Toiling to crawl up
the rain was failing to stop me from going upstream,
the nimbus this time is ghastly than ever
but i will have to return to my dear ones
albeit bruised from head to toe,
none to hear my scream .
Both rain and me are bleary and had to pause now,
the firmament is clearing up with the sun, peeping through the clouds
and I am nearly near my hilltop house.
The sky was happy to see me alive and
gifted me my rainbow umbrella as return gift from above,
I tasted glory in the rainbow from the hilltop
and my abode.
Bina Mukherjee
May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
LOVE YOU FOREVER."
My heart is
empty again
without you
for you abode
therein my
heart. Your
voice only,
craves I my
boredom to
cure. You're my happiness,
joy and all
source of
glee. My love
for you is
soft as silk
fresh as lilly,
bright as rose.
It's like
the sunrise
🌅 even when
it sets it
always come
a new everyday
all day.
I'd love you
forever, as
long as
you love me.
#C9_fm
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
a word hasn’t been spoken since,
humble abode, you ever seem?
exchanging praises and jolly sins,
with a mouth full of lies
what does that mean?
Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
Ring my bells,
When the cells
Of the heavenly abode
Dispels the ode
Of the dark.
I remain embedded
In this tarnished red,
As I tear down the grey walls
And paint it a violet haul.
Like this mind that's hidden,
For thy made it forbidden,
For this aura bewilders you,
And you cowardly view
The new as a symbol
Of destruction of all.
Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Home is where your dog sleeps on the couch
Or on your bed
Or wherever he wants
Home is the smell of familiar foods
On predictable days
And the sounds of familiar snores
At predictable times
Home is where you can have pizza and a cookie
For breakfast
Popcorn for lunch,
and pancakes for dinner.
Home is where you know where everything is
Tape is here,
A ladle is there,
And rain boots are in the hall closet
Home is where you hear
Familiar creaks in the floor
and
Slams of the door
Home is your
nest
den
cave
habitat
sanctuary
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
the way
towards the abode in your heart
not always
a clear...well lit
smooth...fast
decorated...direct
quick highway,
at times it's a
dark...dusty
rough...curvy
broken...lonely
long subway,
you've fortified your all
behind the tall
hard walls
and the main gate is out of bound
windows, hard to be found
i wander around
too hopeful to return
at the secret entrance i wait for my turn
someday you will show the concern
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
He wanted her
to understand his silence.
She was also fighting her battles -
her wounds yearning
to hear good words.
Both talked
and remained silent;
a little.
A little he walked.
A little she did.
Little by little
they fought against all odds.
Little by little
they crossed it all.
Crossed it all
to reach each other.
In each other, once
they had spotted their homes.
In these homes now
they had found their abode
for forever!
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
Sides,that drift
with
***** walls.
This abode
of
Night time halls
Where some have
wept
Their one last call
The holder
stops
For one last fall
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
Two hooded figures
Talking and laughing afar
I seethe in my car.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
The hinges of my arms
Will open like doors for you,
My mouth
Your welcome mat,
Hang your troubles on your back
Upon my shoulders,
Let me bear the weight.
Light the fire in
My tummy, hug me
And we will both be warmed,
Open up my windows
And I will air our thoughts,
My chest is a perfect cushion,
Where your head gently moulds,
Just stop and rest upon me
And let yourself unfold,
. . .
So why don’t you slip your key in again,
The spare one, that matches mine.
See what you may unlock,
For I am what will house you,
When the world spits you out,
I will always be your shelter,
The place you can
Kick your shoes off and stretch your feet
For I am always here,
Saving you a seat.
In this home,
There will forever be,
A fire burning,
Windows open,
Doors ajar,
No matter how long you’ve travelled,
Or however near
Or far.
This home will always be here,
Eyes glowing,
Waiting for that key twist
In her door.
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
sit, relax and let your spine melt
into a cushion.
take me down to the bottom,
underneath your feet. Breathe.
do you feel it
drain down into your toes
and out your foot prints?
rest assured, that's my humble abode,
where you plant below, i stomp above.
rest assured, that's my humble abode.
we can dance on the landscape,
between the earth and undertow,
and boogie rhythms until late,
let's just not talk about it,
make peace with parasites,
the living and the dead,
do you feel it escape?
let's just not talk about it.
rest assured, that's peace with paradigms.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
We are a mere mortal
Two fates in a maze
Our love was hallowed by Eros
The blind, yet aimed his bow
Right through my essence
Right through your essence
Our passion was bound by Aphrodites
Two doves nesting
Two swans in Narcissus pond
Channeling the energy in our rite
Tragedy,
Mortal forbade the sacrament
We seek to endure the fall
Becoming stars,
As we cross one another
In an boundless interrior
Of our abode.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
Soul when left its origin wept and cried
Because she never wanted to be away
From her lover but became victim of tide
But then departed like a light ray to say
She will be back with her ultimate lover
And lover agreed for her real elevation
And sent her to bloom in real candor
This is how both sought real salvation
But after coming to the real taste of life
Soul became disappointed for her retreat
Who can say that who remained on knife
Taking this state heart came heartbeat
Now Soul is enchanted for her real abode
She remains thirsty to take water of source
But as a promise she can not break the code
Hence being dejected remains in remorse
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
The ether’d suggested,
“Say something.”
I didn’t.
The photos bombarded,
“Say something.”
And I didn’t once more.
His widow plead, cried,
“Say something”
I couldn’t.
One daughter begged,
“Remember?
And I couldn’t once more.
But I bought a cake,
“Daddy?”
Lit the candles,
“Daddy?”
And he didn’t;
And he wouldn’t
Answer,
Because I never did.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
The diamond studded dome resplendent
we know as thought, is the abode of God,
the throne he sits is the most powerful
of seats, here he is alert all day and night,
if one invites Him with an awareness what it means,
His presence lights every nook and corner of
each thought's origin, path and culmination.
See a mouse and it's nemesis a wild cat
play together in peace like long time mates.
Just the result of a thought changing
it's course, moving like the God of peace.
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Every time I run
into your everlastinng arms,
it feels like I'm running
Home.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:17 AM UTC
With satchel in his hand, he strode down the road,
The sun glinting against his eyes as it does with glass.
Up he crept to the cave of the monster, its rank abode,
And pulled the elixir from his satchel fast.
Trembling, his hands uncorked the bottle,
And released the liquid a'splashin onto the ground below;
The potion served to mottle,
The rock soon to blow.
He leapt from the cave entrance, down toward the road,
Away from the monster's ghastly abode,
And managed to escape sudden death,
As an explosion blasted from the cave's mouth like fiery breath.
The monster wailed loud as death strangled it,
A strange, bone-chilling, awful fit.
But like the cave, the monster was now dead,
And he could head back to his cabin to sleep in his bed.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
i.
Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;
ii.
Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;
iii.
Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;
iv.
Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;
v.
Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;
vi.
Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
i.
How sprightly I am once in her company, she's all a king seeketh, she is the wealth of mine ethic's; She is mine sun rising, she is the sea's tide, coming and arriving. She is the universe in mine eye's: she is the mind in which I think, she is the rose, the petal gold, the crowned queen distinct. She is the ancient, extinct; the treasure hidden, the extraterrestrial's searcheth for one as her, she's the angelic one, arrayed in yellow ink. She hast an halo, her hand's holes art from nail's, as tis I taketh her pain: in the rain for her smile once again. She's mine lover, amour', peace, comfort, best friend. She is the beginning, not end; for there shalt never be an ending with her: for an eternity we shalt abode. She is mine all, mine calling, mine wife;
Verily she is mine Earl Jane Nagley; verily she's mine life.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Come Moroccan blue,
Wrought a Tokyo twilight;
The tangled neon, Guangzhou,
Ought London fog or gloom –
Entity’d ‘ever end with me.
So when gods plays jokes
Come a second near and nigh,
I’d nearly utter, “amen,”
Atop a belly, soon and son’s first cry –
I am a father; above, eternity’d grin.
So my plane kisses pavement, tepid,
Wrought one mother waiting; and
All I’d ran from, all abandoned,
Is now the only that’d welcome.
I’d never thought to nest, and yet –
Arrived, with straw in mouth.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Tis she is mine home
Yes
Tis she is mine abode.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC