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Rddrddpatpatpat. ~~~~~ 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. ~~~~~~~~ By Karijinbba. 11-2021.USA.
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Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 8:59 PM UTC
It's time.
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
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May 1, 2021
May 1, 2021 at 9:16 AM UTC
Taste of Rainbow
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
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Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 3:07 AM UTC
"LOVE YOU FOREVER."
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?
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Nov 8, 2020
Nov 8, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
mouth full of lies
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.
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 11:00 AM UTC
Ode to now
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
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 9:12 AM UTC
Home III
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
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
A subway
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!
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Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 10:22 AM UTC
Their Abode
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
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
Within The Container
Two hooded figures Talking and laughing afar I seethe in my car.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
Henry
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.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
Abode
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.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
peace with paradigms
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.
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
A Sacrament
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
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Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
Her Real Abode
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.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Hiraeth
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.
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Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Thought is the abode of God
Every time I run into your everlastinng arms, it feels like I'm running Home.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:17 AM UTC
Halcyon.
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.
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
The Monster's Abode
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
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Ang path na i tumahan ( The path which i abode) filipino tongue
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)
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Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Verily, verily, we shalt abode;
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.
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Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
Amaranthine
Tis she is mine home Yes Tis she is mine abode. ©Brandon nagley ©Earl Jane dedication ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
Tis, yes