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 Oct 2015 theunrealist
Renee
Foolish
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
Renee
It was foolish of me
to think that,
maybe,
you liked me back.
R.
 Oct 2015 theunrealist
JP
Whenever a girl baby born it means god want the world to continue.
World always treats the girl babies as an angel -- baby shop have more
girls merchandise over boys.
When she arrives her father become more responsible and humble she is
the one who maintain the world peace.
She love to please her father it makes Even the tough and arrogant father
never mind in polishing her shoes.
When she become adult its add-on Special Responsibility and she understand the role send by the GOD.
She avoids the crowd but the world say she is shy..
She is more responsible coz she knows her casual behavior will affect the society.  
She always says no to bad wise coz she creates a good society.
She is the one created the concept of boundary and allow good one and send bad out.
She love to attract the stranger than a friend that's where she always gets into problem.
She always rate’s her father intelligence over husband and husband intelligence over son.
She loves Sons more… But prefers to stay with daughter over son at old age.
She knows to balance office and home, if there is no interference.
She execute her role neatly, unless provoked or stressed.
She loves to wear all types of dresses irrespective of her body shape.
She cook and serve taste food just need a genuine smile/ gesture over thanks.
She never discuss office matter at home if she does, she need a listener over adviser.
She loves to rear children, when economy demand she never mind taking job.
When she cries in office her personal life not doing good.
Once her children's attain major she avoids pregnancy and prefer to rear
grandchildren over hers.
She prefer children over husband coz her duty to serve the continuity of life on earth than…
Failures to support by her children  in terms of monetary never affects her
but their sickness affects.
Colored leaves of fall, come down on the square,  lovers seem to be
E verywhere, I want to show you some tender care, just whisper my name
Just whisper my name on the phone,and i'll be there, I'll be the friend to protect you, never treat you mean or disrespect you, just know that all times, i'll be there, waiting patiently when all others , have turned away
And gone, my love will be the anchor, that keeps you hanging on
Just whisper my name, on the phone, and i'll be right there
...And then I claimed hell and embedded my soul in mercury

Spun in cotton candy.
Sweet and dandy.
Honey of kindness is what I *usually
am.

        Glazed with a temper of redness and lust
        With reckless catapults of whimsical feathered *****.
         In carefully-woven baskets
         Bombarding blanks with loud bangs.
         And an identity which took years to make,
         I'm a bi-tempered soul of icy / lava flow.

Wanting, needing, consuming life...

Give me flattery and attention!
I was exempt from life's detention!
I was spoiled by the caring hearts of my DNA angels!
    
       Rage first, I protest.
       Regrets later, I detest.
       I'm a clusterfuck of mixed intentions.
       Real words don't spill much beyond fire lake.
Sometimes, we have that bad attitude suppressed inside our peaceful vessels.

John Archievald Gotera © 2015
Bird-songs
bring back fond memories
we were scouts and we camped
in the forest-long ago--seems centuries

when friendship was strong and pure
when life was such a kind friend
amidst bird-songs we sang The Happy Wanderer
and many other melodies--hoping there would be no end

to our simple joys and the world we would continue
to dance with and embrace
under the bright stars and before the camp-fire
each of us wore a lovely moon-lit face

and now we meet fifty years hence
we have so little to say-- bird-songs bring no solace-
our hearts have hardened and the trials
of life have taken their toll---written on our every face
* inspired by Bird-Song, a poem posted by fellow-writer Amy Bells.
Many thanks, Amy
She knoweth what I'm going to sayest
Before I sayest it;

She understandeth mine heart and pain
Before mine blood displayeth it;

She layeth me to sleep
When I get sleepy;

She layeth her head virtually upon mine chest
When I'm in weeping;

She Whisper's she loveth me
Before I canst speaketh it back;

When I'm on the wrong road, losing direction to mine soul,
Her and God get me back on track;

When I feeleth lonesome
She filleth up that lonesomeness;

When the anguish get's noisome
She giveth me her all, her best.

Earl Jane nagley is mine soulmate
Tis I'm more than blessed;

We art both preordained, from the beginning, eternal flame's
We art life, life is us, we art soulmates.
Indeed......

We art soulmates!!!


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose) soulmate of mine
©Hari and Reyna incorporated
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