#carriage
beneath the pale stars
your strong arms holding me tight
the clock strikes midnight
carriage returns to pumpkin
dress of silk and gold to rags
Feb 12, 2024
Feb 12, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
Some little drops of water
Whose home was at sea
To go upon a journey
They once happened to agree
A white cloud was their carriage
Their horse, a playful breeze
And over town and country
They rode along at ease
But the cloud held too many
And began to grow heavy
The little drops of water started to fall
And the cloud looked on with appal
The water fell to their dismay
Was this how they end their day?
~19/3/21
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:05 AM UTC
two centres of
you:
they pulled me like
cats. they pulled me like
carriages.
the roads were
muddy: worn and
muddy.
the sky was grey;
the world was ready to
rain.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
I sit here and ponder
As I let my mind wander
To the girl that makes my heart race
Who shows me her every grace
The one who has stolen the show
Erased the others who I did know
It’s not her beauty that leads the way
But what’s inside that shines every day
She can make my heart sing
Even when I am not listening
The smile that can light up a room
All the while holding a broom
Amidst these thoughts that stir
Another Valentine’s is here for sure
How to make this one special I plead
Ideas from a magazine I ought to read
Then my mind begins to click
What a great idea to woe this chick
So a call on the phone is made
Hope on a sunny day they have a shade
A knock on the door brings my dear near
Hope I’m right I fear
For the horse drawn carriage awaits
To take us on this very important date
To a place where we can dine
And her smile will shine
When I drop down on one knee
For a future for you and me
Andreas Simic©
Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
Waiting is not my vocation
Patience then not my forte
I could say I've been
standing in the rain forever
But the Sun always shines
in LA
I hear there's an LA Woman
Maybe here is where
She again will appear
The clouds blew through
for just a few seconds
But here in LA
all the skies are
bright blue
sunny and clear
They say She lives
by the ocean
She walks barefoot
in the sand by the sea
Behind Her ear
there's a flower
All then take notice
of She
Her whispers
barely but silent
resound throughout all
conscious thought
Her aura is of love and passion
hoping and never to be lost
There is an LA Woman
The wind makes a carriage
for Her grace
She smiles as if
by Her magic
the moments of
Her movements
are blessed
I will wait
a little bit longer
An hour or maybe
much more
Where minutes
cascade into later
Until again Her beauty
is once more revealed
Waiting is not my vocation
Patience then not my forte
I could say I've been waiting
in the rain forever
But everyone knows
the Sun always shines
in LA.
-R.
(11.14.16)
-LA
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 11:37 AM UTC
i.
I shalt play
The piano and lrye;
To put her to sleep.
ii.
I shalt strum
Her heart's desire;
Inside of her keep.
iii.
I shalt swoon her
In ecstasy marriage;
Lover's entwined
Magical carriage.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
Kiss Me,
Oh won't you kiss me one last time,
Before the night time fades away,
And all the stars, turn to grey,
Before the clock hand hits midnight,
Before the first rays of sunlight,
Wash away, the magic of moonlight,
So kiss me, before your pumpkin carriage turns to dust,
And buries our memories in golden rust.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Y e s o f f i c e r I c a n r e c a l l
l a s t n i g h t I s a w M i s s K e l l y .
S h e w a v e d t o m e f r o m ,
i n t e r i o r o f f i n e c a r r i a g e .
I n s i d e s h e s u p p e d o n w i n e
a n d f e d o n l u s c i o u s g r a p e .
a n d t h e m o n e y s h e w a s p a s s e d ,
d i d n o t d i s p a r a g e .
B u t s h e p a s t m e v e r y q u i c k l y
a n d f u l l y d r u n k w a s I .
I f i n d i t h a r d t o
r e m e m b e r a n y m o r e .
B u t t h e o w n e r w a s a m a n o f w o r t h ,
f o r h i s c o a c h m a n w a s w e l l c l a d -
a n d t h e r e w a s a g o l d i n s i g n i a ,
p r i n t e d o n t h e c a r r i a g e d o o r .
M y f i n a l r e c o l l e c t i o n ,
w a s t h e s m i l i n g f a c e o f s h e .
I d o b e l i e v e s h e t h o u g h t
t h a t s h e h a d m a d e a d e c e n t s c o r e .
B u t t h e t h o u g h t o f h e r t r a n s p o r t e d
t o h e r d e a t h b e f o r e m y e y e s .
I a m o f m i n d t o c h a n g e m y w a y s
a n d n o l o n g e r s h a l l I w h o r e .
T h i s w a y o f l i f e i t s e e m s
h a s o f t e n p u t u s g i r l s a t r i s k ,
I t h a s a l w a y s b e e n t h i s w a y
f o r a l a d y o f t h e n i g h t .
B u t o n s e e i n g M a r y K e l l y
c u t u p a n d l e f t f o r a l l t o s e e
h a s m a d e m e w a n t t o l e a v e
m y L o n d o n a n d t a k e f l i g h t .
I a m s o r r y t h a t I h e l p y o u n o t
w i t h w h a t I r e c o l l e c t -
f o r I p r a y y o u c a t c h t h i s f e l l o w
a n d h a n g h i m u p o n h i g h .
B u t I t r e a d t h i s p l a c e n o l o n g e r ,
i t s n o t w o r t h i t n o w I s e e .
S o a l l t h a t I h a v e l e f t t o s a y ,
d e a r P o l i c e m a n i s g o o d b y e .
I f y o u n e e d t o s p e a k a g a i n t o m e ,
h e r e i s m y n e w a d d r e s s .
I w i l l n e v e r m o r e s e e L o n d o n t o w n ,
n o t e v e n a s a t r i p p e r .
F o r I k n o w t h a t M a r y K e l l y ,
c o u l d o f e a s i l y b e e n m e -
w h o h a d f a l l e n t o t h e b e a s t ,
c a l l e d J a c k t h e R i p p e r .
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC