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bri Jul 2018
the look you gave me
when we first met
it was like you
knew me more
than anyone I've
ever known.
you looked at me
you looked at my soul,
not my face,
not my body,
not my beauty.
you looked at me
& who I am
deep inside.
you understood me
from the minute our eyes
collided
my presence was all you wanted
you ached for me
i set my heart on you
aeonian
or e·o·ni·an
[ee-oh-nee-uh n]
adjective
eternal; everlasting.
As I sip succulent absinthe
from the mouth of a cyan sea,
I succumb to a seductive grin
and sell my soul to thee.
 
There it is, a dappled smirk,
on your sinful lips as well,
and now that you are willing,
we have a tangled tale to tell.
 
Come now my sweet euphoria.
Caress me in your kiss.
Send me a twisted alibi
and wrap me in utter bliss.
 
I am the tainted murmur,
I am the nimbus quick,
and as one, we are miasma,
to the sickest of the sick.
 
Your skin a sweet oasis,
my hands a greedy verve,
the sense of touch engulfs us,
and we muster up the nerve.
 
No couple more visurient,
none filled with more desire,
no passion burning brighter
than that which we perspire.
 
We slow from our nirvana,
and slumber into mist,
dreaming of how it all began
with one etherial kiss.
 
By: Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
pat pakla Jun 2012
Fatima Latima**

I had wished I had no gift of sight
That the worst I could endure is hear you speak
And not snapshot the footfall of your gradation

You may not be a thief
Nor ****, daughter of the dayspring
But definitely my heart you stole

I speak of the daughter of Arabia  
Aesthetically, she rocks
The queen of the pilgrim sands
And aeonian desert stones

Beyond the hijab
Artistically knead with consummate craft
Like the relics of Mecca
Blest by the prophet’s bones
The blessed

I see torches
Beaming with intelligence
Within those mascaras
Exquisitely trimmed and vibrant
A lulu class botany

She fixes a searching gaze
As she saunters close
And the stride and tread
Beats a drum entrancing
Soothed in her solacing spell
I give in, to her lullaby

She halts her perambulation
Stands magniloquent and stupefy
Like some pop diva magazine pose
Or Victorian secret shot
A tactical derangement of her gluteals
As she rests her palm in its cleft
I feel contractions, my dartos muscles

The blew of summertime
Gently beats her exceptional form
Her belt submerge her thigh crevice
Cleft by the sundered rift of fleshy fat
Built by the dainties and delicacies
Seasoned by the finest Arabian chef
As her silken dress slithers and gowns
Under the breeze bulging and blooming
Like a rose blossom or sunflower fore

As she bends down
To assuage the burlesque
The sun specula lilts her sensational
Her smile apologetic bids me stillness
I am caught staring
Guzzling down her scent and
Feasting on empty imaginations
Of What If that accentuate the mind and
Speed a hormone
And I pray I sin no more
Next time we meet and I see her again

For I am but a writer
Learning to use my pen and paper
And hope you but forgive
My linguistic impotence
When I make my confession
Employing too plain a language
When I say thus;

Her smile is classical
Her walk magical
Her beauty celestial
Her stride sensational
Her religion ethical
Her character spotless
And that leaves me breathless

And forgive if I step on broken toe
And try speak of the unspoken
Her ****** is sacred
Her being a type that dresses up
In the milliards of brutes dressing down
And shamelessly style it fashion

I must see a priest
One confession I ought to utter
And even vociferate abroad
For once I had fallen in love
With an Arabian Beautie
A ****** of Mecca.
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

In the Aeonian of the lifetime's
We shalt formeth together;
Lifeline's.

ii.

We shalt be aesthete's
Museum enthusiast's;
Of chariot's, and cherub's.

iii.

Aeviternal through the ion's
Cascarilla of incense burning;
Smoke to riseth ourn hearth.

iv.

A catena of both of ourn novel's
The fireplace, wood gleamed;
Ourn silhouette's making love to the shadow's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication
Àŧùl Dec 2021
Just like myself,
My love lasts forever,
But not for just one entity,
I love everyone equally.
I should love my creation,
Should I not?
My HP Poem #1949
©Atul Kaushal
By night we linger'd on the lawn,
For underfoot the herb was dry;
And genial warmth; and o'er the sky
The silvery haze of summer drawn;

And calm that let the tapers burn
Unwavering: not a cricket chirr'd:
The brook alone far-off was heard,
And on the board the fluttering urn:

And bats went round in fragrant skies,
And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes
That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes
And woolly ******* and beaded eyes;

While now we sang old songs that peal'd
From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,
The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.

But when those others, one by one,
Withdrew themselves from me and night,
And in the house light after light
Went out, and I was all alone,

A hunger seized my heart; I read
Of that glad year which once had been,
In those fall'n leaves which kept their green,
The noble letters of the dead:

And strangely on the silence broke
The silent-speaking words, and strange
Was love's dumb cry defying change
To test his worth; and strangely spoke

The faith, the vigour, bold to dwell
On doubts that drive the coward back,
And keen thro' wordy snares to track
Suggestion to her inmost cell.

So word by word, and line by line,
The dead man touch'd me from the past,
And all at once it seem'd at last
The living soul was flash'd on mine,

And mine in this was wound, and whirl'd
About empyreal heights of thought,
And came on that which is, and caught
The deep pulsations of the world,

aeonian music measuring out
The steps of Time--the shocks of Chance--
The blows of Death. At length my trance
Was cancell'd, stricken thro' with doubt.

Vague words! but ah, how hard to frame
In matter-moulded forms of speech,
Thro' memory that which I became:

Till now the doubtful dusk reveal'd
The knolls once more where, couch'd at ease,
The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field:

And ****'d from out the distant gloom
A breeze began to tremble o'er
The large leaves of the sycamore,
And fluctuate all the still perfume,

And gathering freshlier overhead,
Rock'd the full-foliaged elms, and swung
The heavy-folded rose, and flung
The lilies to and fro, and said

"The dawn, the dawn," and died away;
And East and West, without a breath,
Mixt their dim lights, like life and death,
To broaden into boundless day.
Derek Feb 2015
Out of reach from any sound,
Beyond the highest thought,
Invisible across an astral scene, too

Aeonian home,
Forever free

The planets are like
great eyes to me,

My wife owns the moons.

The kids have turned
all fix'd and strange,
Been feeling awfully tame,
Poor things,

Remembering days
insane with esprit,
Moving willingly
through tilted palms,
On crescent waves,

Surrounded by
the clearest ever blue,

Deep under sanguinary hues
and tropic reverie that loom
to meet the sever'd, melting sun,

Arising horizons,
One hundred and one

As violent as fire,
Enough for them all!
Yet if some voice that man could trust
  Should murmur from the narrow house,
  'The cheeks drop in; the body bows;
Man dies: nor is there hope in dust:'

Might I not say? 'Yet even here,
  But for one hour, O Love, I strive
  To keep so sweet a thing alive:'
But I should turn mine ears and hear

The moanings of the homeless sea,
  The sound of streams that swift or slow
  Draw down AEonian hills, and sow
The dust of continents to be;

And Love would answer with a sigh,
  'The sound of that forgetful shore
  Will change my sweetness more and more,
Half-dead to know that I shall die.'

O me, what profits it to put
  And idle case? If Death were seen
  At first as Death, Love had not been,
Or been in narrowest working shut,

Mere fellowship of sluggish moods,
  Or in his coarsest Satyr-shape
  Had bruised the herb and crush'd the grape,
And bask'd and batten'd in the woods.
By night we linger'd on the lawn,
  For underfoot the herb was dry;
  And genial warmth; and o'er the sky
The silvery haze of summer drawn;

And calm that let the tapers burn
  Unwavering: not a cricket chirr'd:
  The brook alone far-off was heard,
And on the board the fluttering urn:

And bats went round in fragrant skies,
  And wheel'd or lit the filmy shapes
  That haunt the dusk, with ermine capes
And woolly ******* and beaded eyes;

While now we sang old songs that peal'd
  From knoll to knoll, where, couch'd at ease,
  The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field.

But when those others, one by one,
  Withdrew themselves from me and night,
  And in the house light after light
Went out, and I was all alone,

A hunger seized my heart; I read
  Of that glad year which once had been,
  In those fall'n leaves which kept their green,
The noble letters of the dead:

And strangely on the silence broke
  The silent-speaking words, and strange
  Was love's dumb cry defying change
To test his worth; and strangely spoke

The faith, the vigour, bold to dwell
  On doubts that drive the coward back,
  And keen thro' wordy snares to track
Suggestion to her inmost cell.

So word by word, and line by line,
  The dead man touch'd me from the past,
  And all at once it seem'd at last
The living soul was flash'd on mine,

And mine in this was wound, and whirl'd
  About empyreal heights of thought,
  And came on that which is, and caught
The deep pulsations of the world,

AEonian music measuring out
  The steps of Time--the shocks of Chance--
  The blows of Death. At length my trance
Was cancell'd, stricken thro' with doubt.

Vague words! but ah, how hard to frame
  In matter-moulded forms of speech,
  Or ev'n for intellect to reach
Thro' memory that which I became:

Till now the doubtful dusk reveal'd
  The knolls once more where, couch'd at ease,
  The white kine glimmer'd, and the trees
Laid their dark arms about the field:

And ****'d from out the distant gloom
  A breeze began to tremble o'er
  The large leaves of the sycamore,
And fluctuate all the still perfume,

And gathering freshlier overhead,
  Rock'd the full-foliaged elms, and swung
  The heavy-folded rose, and flung
The lilies to and fro, and said

'The dawn, the dawn,' and died away;
  And East and West, without a breath,
  Mixt their dim lights, like life and death,
To broaden into boundless day.
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

In the chamber, acoustic amour',
Me and mine Jane, sweet Jane
Mi amour';

ii.

Aeonian existence, never to depart
Thee mine Reyna, and me thine Hari,
quintessence, perfection of heart's;

iii.

Eidolon's, Effulgent in tight-knit grace
I kiss thy forehead, before ourn slumber;
Number's hath none meaning, in God's holy place.

iv.

I'll wrap mine leg's,
Over thy hips, as mine hand
Traces thine face; leaving mine
Print's, as I commit, to
Marriage of celestial race.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
Effulgent means- bright or radiant...
Aeonian is a meaning for long amount of time or eternal in other words..
Reyna means queen in Filipino
Hari means king in Filipino..
Eidolon's can mean spirits or phantoms. I mean it spirit wise..
Onoma Jan 2017
Once  seen, there's
a  depth  of  beauty
one  never  recovers
­from... akin  to
the   swoon  of  an
aeonian  sun.
Whereupon  death  has­
no  name  to  take
in  vain.
M Harris Feb 2017
The chaos of life calling in the twisting veins,
Where lifeblood pumped and the children came to drink,
Now blackened and scorched ,
The shell of our beingness,
Lies parched and cracked on this devoid land.

Silence the stillness vocalizing the null,
From the blank slate view to the ceiling of the sky.

Life for life,
Dead or deprived,
The cacophony of the carnival disregarded ,
Only shadows and memories,
Lingering in the custody  of the earth,
Carried on the endless journey of the wind
We call nothingness.

Their orifices are alive with selfish yield
We have no tongue to speak.

Drained of existence,
Once we sheltered in the hollow inside.
Now we are spectres
Ghosts of the flood
Someday the rains will come again
So long we have waited
Lost between planes
Nothing but the echo of a perpetual utterance
We will dance in the gathering waters,
When breath shudders coldly,
Through the carcass of our essence,
Bringing out throats alive,
Drowning stone and dust,
We will call again.

Call to the perpetual,
Empty skies with aeonian lies,
Clouds which despise,
To whom we call abode again .
Asim Javid Aug 2015
memories,  sentiments,  anguishes, exultations,
You dissolve them all...
Unceasing aeonian amorphous flow
you are,
You efface every life once for all..
Kings and Queens crumpled before you,
You stand grandiloquent and tall..
You took beloved ones,  some ended in flames and some in clays,
You left us with a void in heart,
and dragged us into a pitfall..
You become a friend and a foe,
an opportunity takes it all..
No one surmounted you,  none master did,
You mastered them all..
You are the Time, The Invincible Time,
That is what we all waul* ...
The time is the real master.
Neha shimoga Oct 2017
Staring right in to this
paper for days. I thought I had
lost my ability to write.
My ability to express.
A gift that I took for granted.
My feelings were just trapped
inside the cage and needed
to escape and soar high.
I couldn't bring myself to write
and the thoughts wouldn't
find words to breathe.
There was a thirst. An
aeonian ache. Heavy pounding
of my heart and an uneasy feeling
like my lungs had bronchitis.
My body unsupported the idea
of writing as I could only
write tragedies and the perpetual
pain of my once upon a time
virtuous heart. How could
I cheat on words? They had
always been there for me.
Most importantly there when
I had slit my malevolent heart
and given up.
EWERE ASAKA Nov 2015
I am black, he is white,
We differ in height,
What does it matter?
If the former and the latter,
Assent to the marriage of our minds,
Love in diversity, oh! What a find!
Rather than take a solo flight,
Into a terrain of unceasing plights.

Fairness an aeonian act,
That cleanses a mind’s eye full of cataracts,
It determines the form of my imprints on the sands of time,
It measures the height of my strides, without unnecessary chime.

I am black shouldn’t make my judgement devoid of light and sombre,
He is white shouldn’t make his judgement pallid and lacklustre.
We can weld our hearts, mind and soul together in the heat of flames,
And say no to this untamed monster called injustice which has no one but us to blame,
Because underneath our skin lies the feelings
Of happiness, sadness, anger. Reeling
Us in confusion, fear, peace, guilt, innocence, contempt, love and pain.
Everyone has his or her stain,
Hence we are all the same.
Wombed Dawn ascends /
Yearning to cascade /
Upon Treasured a gaian sphere, /
She is our earthly matriarch; /
O, Her aeonian epidermis /
Thirsts for aetherial droplets of dew /
That crash & quench in sonic frequencies, /
Under radiant, adamantine moonbeams, /
& Galvanic blue-hot lightning. /

The Melodious Winds beckon me /
As each susurrant breeze /
Brushes against my hair follicles /
Awakening the vagabond in me. /
Although I glean naught a zephyr /
I fathom the celestial compass of her travels, /
She spirits me away /
To surging airborne streams /
A sanctuary of life & lovelight. /

Rouse within me /
The somnolent Moonbeams /
That can only be seen /
As I glisten in the night; O, the liminal throes of twilight. /
Believe in me, /
Fathom my presence, /
Even when /
My corporeal vessel can no longer be seen, /
Be observed, in eyes bound by mortality. /

Trust in the stellar element /
Inhabiting your existence /
Upon this realm: /
You are a luminary, /
A beacon, /
A lodestar. /
Awaken to the fatidic foreordinance: /
A nascent constellation you've augured /
Upon your Beloved Creator's Mind's Sky. /

Shine, /
Shine, /
Desiderata, /
    Shine, /
Shine, /
Materialista, /
       Shine, /
Shine, /
Transcendentalista. /


(—Se' lah)
1 "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."

2 "Now the earth was formless and desolate, and there was darkness upon the surface of the watery deep, and God’s active force was moving about over the surface of the waters."

3 "And God said: 'Let there be light.' Then there was light."

4 "After that God saw that the light was good, and God began to divide the light from the darkness."

5 "God called the light Day, but the darkness he called Night. And there was evening and there was morning, a first day."

6 "Then God said: 'Let there be an expanse between the waters, and let there be a division between the waters and the waters.'"

7 "Then God went on to make the expanse and divided the waters beneath the expanse from the waters above the expanse. And it was so."

8 "God called the expanse Heaven. And there was evening and there was morning, a second day."


9 "Then God said: 'Let the waters under the heavens be collected together into one place, and let the dry land appear.' And it was so."

10 "God called the dry land Earth, but the collecting of the waters, he called Seas. And God saw that it was good."

11 "Then God said: 'Let the earth cause grass to sprout, seed-bearing plants and fruit trees according to their kinds, yielding fruit along with seed on the earth.' And it was so. "

12 "And the earth began to produce grass, seed-bearing plants and trees yielding fruit along with seed, according to their kinds. Then God saw that it was good."

13 "And there was evening and there was morning, a third day."

14 "Then God said: 'Let there be luminaries in the expanse of the heavens to make a division between the day and the night, and they will serve as signs for seasons and for days and years.'"

15 "'They will serve as luminaries in the expanse of the heavens to shine upon the earth.' And it was so."

16 "And God went on to make the two great luminaries, the greater luminary for dominating the day and the lesser luminary for dominating the night, and also the stars."

17 "Thus God put them in the expanse of the heavens to shine upon the earth"

18 "and to dominate by day and by night and to make a division between the light and the darkness. Then God saw that it was good."

19 "And there was evening and there was morning, a fourth day."


20 "Then God said: 'Let the waters swarm with living creatures, and let flying creatures fly above the earth across the expanse of the heavens.'”

21 "And God created the great sea creatures and all living creatures that move and swarm in the waters according to their kinds and every winged flying creature according to its kind. And God saw that it was good."

22 "With that God blessed them, saying: 'Be fruitful and become many and fill the waters of the sea, and let the flying creatures become many in the earth.'”

23 "And there was evening and there was morning, a fifth day."

24 "Then God said: 'Let the earth bring forth living creatures according to their kinds, domestic animals and creeping animals and wild animals of the earth according to their kinds.' And it was so."

25 "And God went on to make the wild animals of the earth according to their kinds and the domestic animals according to their kinds and all the creeping animals of the ground according to their kinds. And God saw that it was good."

26 "Then God said: 'Let us make man in our image, according to our likeness, and let them have in subjection the fish of the sea and the flying creatures of the heavens and the domestic animals and all the earth and every creeping animal that is moving on the earth.'”

27 "And God went on to create the man in his image, in God’s image he created him; male and female he created them."

28 "Further, God blessed them, and God said to them: 'Be fruitful and become many, fill the earth and subdue it, and have in subjection the fish of the sea and the flying creatures of the heavens and every living creature that is moving on the earth.'”

29 "Then God said: 'Here I have given to you every seed-bearing plant that is on the entire earth and every tree with seed-bearing fruit. Let them serve as food for you.'"

30 "'And to every wild animal of the earth and to every flying creature of the heavens and to everything moving on the earth in which there is life, I have given all green vegetation for food.' And it was so."

31 "After that God saw everything he had made, and look! it was very good. And there was evening and there was morning, a sixth day."

—Genesis 1: 1- 31 (NWTSE)



Excelsior Forevermore,



Sanders Maurice Foulke III, AAS
Mike Essig Mar 2016
I don't work,
in the usual sense,
and I won't ever
do other's bidding
again, but many do
(I had not thought
death had undone
so many
) and they
wear me out.
Mornings away,
afternoons home.
In between,
nugatory labors.
It is exhausting
to consider and
makes me want
to take a nap.
I'm weary
in general
and drowsy
in particular
and have
a great notion
to depart this
aeonian hell
of automatons
and hebetude
for some place
where birdsong
and sunlight
and kisses
are work enough.

~mce
Eternal Dreams Apr 2017
It's hard to slumber when your not here
without you I feel so obscure
Stagnant in heartbreak, rooted in pain
I endeavor to move on but my life's full of rain

Aeonian cerebrations of you in my mind
Transitory fine-tunes are all I can find
No one can even commence to supersede you
Despite the poor endeavors to embrace few

Desperate for your heart to open for me
Pleading for your ocular perceivers to open and visually perceive
That I can be the one to make me ecstatic
So my love is what you require so lamentably

Yet, for us, I stand alone in my mourning
The fire for me is no longer burning
I require your love so i can smile again
I optate all of you so I can feel whole again

I can't make you dote me but I will endeavor
Until the day you do
betterdays Oct 2014
.....and in between
the listening...
silence...

not strained
....but commfortable
an acknowledgement....
of a knowing love

.....and in between
the knowing...
years of ... learning
...to listen...

for the quiet times...
of knowing ....love

silence....profound
love.....aeonian.
....and we listen, again... now
in the quiet aftermath
....of loving
for the heartbeats
to again... align....
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Mary-Eliz Apr 2018
I think I may have
an aboulia
maybe even
aboulomania

but I'll give this a
pirouette
with panache

unless I come down
with
asthenia

I'll set up a balize
to guide my figurative
calamus

as words debouch
from
my thalamus

words that have been
in the eccaleobion
for a time
aeonian

it won't make much sense
as these things seldom do
a blague is a blague is a blague
completely
all the way through
I've been "grounded" with strep...I think I have too much time on my hands!
Jehkaran Singh Jul 2022
Is death the end
Or is there any other upend
facing past to complete the silence
filling love to make amends

was there some peace left
in all the war, crimes and aeonian theft

Is death the end
or is it a portend
to misery, hatred and malevolence
turning stone as a way to transcend

is there some peace left
or is the present bereft

Is death the end
or is it a temporal mend
one that numbs turbulence
into apathetic fragments

will there be some peace left
in our memories that are still left, yet
Jehkaran Singh Jun 2021
I’ve been looking for good in evil
a heart with an uncertain will
often do i talk with the landscape
on how to confront my inner devil
I’ve been looking for good in evil
finding an end to question of dreams
as a cure for aeonian screams
afraid of being in peril
I’ve been looking for good in evil
escaping from my trenches
how long have been servile
to all of my dark senses
Theme: Introspection
Sub-theme: Chaos and Order
Jehkaran Singh Jul 2021
I dreamt of being
a petal of carnation
and a soul worth freeing
from benevolent provocation
I dreamt of gazing
at a lucid manifestation
while being hit by winding
of analogous emancipation
I dreamt of deterring
myself from having melancholy eyes
a peculiar of covering
serenity in the epoch of lies
I dreamt of inducing
an act of spirituality in aeonian highs
a psychedelic erasing
the notion of the God that dies
Hit me up for the meaning of the piece

— The End —