"apricity" poems
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*alone and an imposter,
deep in syndrome.
she absorbs the frost of seasonal ghosts
and hopeless feelings
of death and darkness.
she only shows one side of her every time.
she calls a random number
from a bar in the middle of the night,
seeking to confess
or find solace in the voice of a stranger.
but any stranger might just happen to be
a lie detector.
still she lays bare all the duplicity
and fragmentation of self:
prescription bottles with two different names,
elaborate façades in Los Angeles
and in New York,
so complicated she creates
something she calls the lie box.
inside her purse there's a collection
of file cards. "I tell so many lies," she says.
"I have to write them down and keep them
in a box so I can keep them straight."
alone she waits for either
sweet apricity or identikit:
each a memento of her faces.*
~
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 3:57 PM UTC
i.
O'
Timely
Apricity;
ii.
Mayest thou
Warm, and blanketeth
Me; as a neonate, as
Thou shalt gorgonize
Me, from within the space,
Ourn embracing is a cataract,
Of heavied chime-together laced.
iii.
Thine speak is comely, Concord
To mine earshot; the copse is
Surrounding, none manor
Needed, just the coney's,
With the delightful tree's,
veneering ourn cot.
iv.
Exhaling all ourn woes
And sorrow's, as if none
Tommorrow; None haste,
And none distaste, house-
Leeks groweth whilst the
Flaxen colored roses follow.
v.
O' oriental Apricity
I'm cold mine lass,
I'm freezing fast;
This winter day
Hath chilled mine
Soul, I needeth thine
Fire-place, to heateth these bones.
Though far-flung, away on stretched water's.
I'm awaiting for thee, mine queen, O' Apricity,
I'm awaiting O' queen, mine swart of the sea, thou holdeth the lock, tis I hath the key, here thou goeth amour', open it up, flyeth on through-setteth me free.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
today you are a storm and I am your world
(what am I in your eyes?
which raw nerve did I rake? which hurt did I expose?)
they’ve scribbled out your silver linings
replaced them with pages of grey
it hasn’t helped
today you are a storm and I am your world
tomorrow you’ll be a ray of sunshine
or a swullocking sky
or a tsunami
I’ll still be your world
and that’s fine
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
*
*
One can never see nor hold the same
the same flake twice, but that cannot
be said for the Queen whose skin
is as white as a star and just as cold.
A plum blossom who thrives off
the winters and blizzards.
Her silver locks tousled in her wind,
her eyes were icebergs of the deepest
blue and yet they burn with kindness
Her thin lips form a smile when a
flake falls in her palm, her open
hand becomes a fist.
But then unfurls like a flower
in spring to reveal a plum blossom
petal that glides away to the song of
zephyrs.
Winters may be cold but it brings
warmth -
lovers grow close,
families bond
children laugh
Memories form...
The Fae swirl leaving trails of shimmering
blue as she looks to the distance.
Her white robe billows, so cloud-soft.
'The Summer's sun has become Winter's,'
she closes her eyes and exhales.
'I feel your warmth and pride, Sister Summer.'
'My dears?' the Fae flutter by her head
in waiting. 'Be sure to have apricity embrace
them all. In hour of the Summer's Queen.'
*
*
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
In the heat of the day
Under the sun's pretty face
I tried to write a song
Only because you wanted me to
And I'd do anything for you
You know I can't write at all
I dipped my mind in ink
And told my thoughts to speak
But writer's block is such a *****
But I stayed up til the sun
And every breath was a yawn
For you, I won't quit
I thought of every metaphor I could
Wove together rhyme after rhyme
There was no justice I could give
To you, your smile, those eyes
I just couldn't describe
But for you, I won't quit
After so many moons, I came up with this:
What did I do to
Deserve a girl like you who
Is as bright as sunshine,
captivating like moonlight
With love as endless as the sky and a laugh as loud as mine
Brought to me by apricity and sweet serendipity
I'd never seen someone so lovely
Quietly beautiful, you're stunning
Swear I've never loved a human being, even half as much as I love you
I can't remember a **** thing before you
Tell me
What did I do
To deserve a girl like you
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Pine needles in my head
Snowbird starts to fly
A want of apricity
Enters my blood stream
Like lukewarm sea water
Enters hiemal streams
I'm sprawled facedown
An angel or so
Below the snow
The taste of frost
Technically wintergreen
From your breathy kiss
Hinting at a return
To rays of affection
And the crush of limbs
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 9:10 AM UTC
Brain excogitated,
Heart swelled with apricity,
Hands scribed poetry
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
In the heat of the day
Under the sun's pretty face
I tried to write a song
Only because you wanted me to
And I'd do anything for you
You know I can't write at all
I dipped my mind in ink
And told my thoughts to think
But writer's block is such a *****
But I stayed up til the sun
And every breath was a yawn
For you, I won't quit
I thought of every metaphor I could
Wove together rhyme after rhyme
There was no justice I could give
To you, your smile, those eyes
I just couldn't describe
But for you, I won't quit
After so many moons, I came up with this:
What did I do to
Deserve a girl like you who
Is as bright as sunshine,
captivating like moonlight
With love as endless as the sky and a laugh as loud as mine
Brought to me by apricity and sweet serendipity
I'd never seen someone so lovely
Quietly beautiful, you're stunning
Swear I've never loved a human being, even half as much as I love you
I can't remember a **** thing before you
Tell me
What did I do
To deserve a girl like you
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
Winter,
_the decaying of life_
Light;
_sheer and lustrous_
that's how your eyes glisten on the first fall of snow
Cold is the night as it nestled on the nook of my neck; a familiarity
though, a sun-warmed skin mended the aching cold.
You were all what is left; a hope I keep when I wonder if there is a place for us among the ruins.
Hope;
_an anticipation._
You:
_the gift of winter._
Nov 14, 2021
Nov 14, 2021 at 9:05 PM UTC
blaring down at me
sinking me with fired density
the Sun
against watercolored galaxies
I lift a hand
to keep me afloat?
To block out the rays.
I stare up into the cup of my fingers
the background makes it as though I
somehow
left fingerprint molds into the view
I lower my hand to admire the work
but it is not my hand, only birds
scattering in uniform
soft raven and charcoal against ripped blue paper
broad of daylight, I
stand in the middle of the world
every inch of skin
goosebumps rise
to greet the warmth with a kiss.
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 8:21 AM UTC
February a baleful month
dabbed with deep darkness,
the calendar's mortuary
nature's own Gulag.
Its window opens upon
possible impossibilities
none of which yield joy.
Crows plummet murderously
from the heavens
vainly trying to flee
into spring but merely splat.
Roads are crushed
beneath a carpet of ****
Frosted blimps soar naked.
Boots refuse to stay tied.
Your parent's nightmares
freeze your sweaty sleep.
Snow falls like dead swans.
Eclairs crystallize into
lumps too solid to enjoy.
A month of undeserved
solitary confinement
that trembles the soul.
A deep achromatic terror
keening coldness
in a huge white wail
penetrating the ears
until march stops
the madness and hope
blossoms as crocuses,
apricity achieved,
small phosphorescent
dots of desire.
~mce
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
i.
Betimes mine delicate, betimes,
Mine apricity wherein beauty's
Simplicity doth show it's shine;
ii.
None bourn's shalt mock
us, nor obstruct ourn journey's.
We shalt egress this wordly mess;
With Yeshua as ourn attorney.
iii.
This place shalt be halted,
The fireballs to renew with burning;
The floods to rage, mid flight we shalt take
Sight's, liberated-tear's gone
In freedom as bird's of learning.
iv.
Up into the air we go, don't frighten my girl
We've known this truth, we shalt be loosed;
Heaven's gates- a banquet of rapio plates,
Yahweh's name sealed in ourn soul's
Fate.
v.
Ourn bodies to be renewed
Gathering with spirit's, out of
Their tomb's; O' how wondrous
It wilt be mine muse, we shalt be
In tune, in harmonized music
Thither the Angel's flutes.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
her sleepy eyes looked up to
the sunless sky that was flooded with
tiny cloud like droplets
that coated her fluttering dark eyelashes.
she was walking on the train tracks;
her safe haven.
she found her peace here,
knowing that the trains had
a destination, so she must too.
she was thinking,
about how she always thought
snow was too romanticized.
the tracks was her spot
and her spot only, until today.
he reached out and grabbed
her hand, knowing
she was lost in thought.
he understood her
something she thought was
near impossible.
he smiled at her, as the sun
peaked out, just in time
to warm both of them,
just as he had warmed her heart.
it was a moment of apricity
on a cold afternoon
just like he was the warmth needed
to make her heart complete.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
My frozen heart
Thaws quickly
because you
are my apricity
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
the sun streams
through the curtains
in a cat sized patch
and there we find him
this connoisseur of apricity
stretched and flat
drinking of the winter day's
meager glory
tail flicking on ocassion
and one eye open..
to the possibilty
of bacon on the run.
he is now of the age,
where he needs warm
his bones ,
before he thinks of...
completing his yoga
and cleaning down there.
so the little blucat
has become a master
at fitting his body
into any sliver or ****
of winter sun ....
and is often found dozing.
..or as elliot claims,
contemplating the depth,
and meaning of his name....
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I soaked in the apricity
On a cold wind winters day
I prayed into the heavens
To keep the cold at bay
But my prayers, they went on answered
It’s rare I get my way
That’s when I caught a shiver
And set the world ablaze
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
by that time every body ventured
had been a surrogate. a gateless gate
left completely unopened wide
so too was i. pretending pretending.
they emerged out of nothingness like
heart valves. metaphysics could not hold them
shut or otherwise. the step-ins force me
down and out like the street hands ignored.
i am just a shadow in the dream of a ghost
of these flows of light that are lost on you
like so many endless turning maelstroms
at a molecular level, i too
not noticing through all the commotion
i am in the orbit of a black sun.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
been a-while
spring abridged;winter night
each layer of snow colder n' heavier
earth lay frozen and I frostbitten
icicles of gloom
lining my chest,eerie chill creeping
heart benumbed;slowly melting
basking in apricity,duly warmed up
awaiting spring
anew
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
I let your warmth melt my cold facade,
Entangled in intimacy & vulnerability,
We've reached an equilibrium —
Creating the warmest winter
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
i
In the snowbroth, in the chill of the eve'
Mine aficionado inamorata shalt swoon me;
Under the gloss, of the ancient moss
Under the golden shower, overhead albatross.
ii
Thou art the apricity, when the wind bloweth cold
Thou art the castle, wherein is mine abode;
Thou art the rose, with none Thorn's attached
Thou art the night and day, a movie, stage, angel hatched
iii
Gorgonized, thou hath done to me
Directing me under thine foretoken;
Thine voice is quiet, though so captivating
Thy locution is so spiritual, liberating.
iv
Thou art a snoutfair, angel wing's, oriental hair
Freed I am, from the world of man, a perfected pair;
Thou maketh me want to do better in all of mine way's
I shalt loveth thee tommorrow mine queen, and more today.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
I held drunken delicacy in each step
as daylight bled
fairies on strings still dim on the walls
over people asleep barely dreaming
hungover from fleeting bliss
left us resting in heaven
bundled in blankets, nested in floral
duvets covered with stains of wine
---- fell asleep under the christmas tree
his boots half in the kitchen
I stood in shadows of his frail frame
he didn’t stir; still gone from drinking
and ***** things his mind was thinking
I had slept next to ---- on the sofa
he won’t miss me when he wakes
only an old bed sheet will greet him
adoration for him stained in my place
dripping from the curtain’s lace
with a tab in my hand I tread lightly
till radio hum broke the silence bore
good afternoon newcastle, it’s half past four
before hitting his head in a twinge
---- moans shut the **** up in a scottish lilt
I step out to the apricity; tender snow
rests around a milk bottle
likely to be forgotten and as I shut the door
I catch a glimpse of
---- whisper goodbye to me then blow me a kiss
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:31 PM UTC
A amazing, You’re like a shining star
P pretty, you’re as pretty as the sun
R remind, you remind me of a comet
I imagination as vast as Andromeda
C creative, like as the solar flare
I inspire me to count the stares
T talent, like Jupiter’s mortal storm
Y youthful, just like a brand new sun
Apricity: the warmth of the sun
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
winter’s mourn created
a white crystal blown by the
northern wind
dismal sky under a blanket of snow
along with empty trees hybernating,
patiently waiting for spring
mother rabbit hopped
back inside the log
to hug her babies
A group of deer
scavenging on the white field
paused and looked up
There were silence
only the buzz of wind.
Even the owl peeked
but then again closed
his heavy eyelids
A gleam of parhelion
dominated winter’s despair
In that moment,
apricity showered a feast of bliss
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
The greatest eye, seeing as I see: infinity infinitely,
Passing and being amidst mere seconds, touching glassily
Fringes of the smallest universe of me,
The happier side of the sublime, distant fingers of distant peaks
Combing the edge of time.
I’ve stared at the stars too long, we saw them dance out of space
More dimensions than a singularity, for it opens up
As hearts do in each other placed.
From fixéd gaze and placidity, I stride in awe to you
We could feel one with acatelepsy
Have what some consider few, and few consider all
Intertwined by the darkness between the dying stars’
Existence, in that both skins a whole that glistens.
Of that place, I in constant drawn, that vacuity, that candoris
A promise that, regardless what season, my face feels apricity
And careless are the places as numinous are the lariots
Whether through Hell or usurping Pheobus’ chariot
Some hope may birth within the open dark
The treasured lunar retinue, a web of inspiration, generations to come;
That’s what keeps me hopeful here, a shy star in the void
Across it all, across life-lines I shall have,
Before you ever meet me, long since dissipated—
Come out to see me and play, or are you simply? Belated?
In that web, the growing ever-on, generative swan-songs,
And the one I wish on may befall a stellar death, my sky
Alighted by one less, a part of me to the cold and shiftless earth
That though the stars may fall, these hearts may flash chimerical
Etched limpid in the palimpsest of memory, they are, they will
Hearts of the little universe, consumptive and resilient
And kept ever on, there beyond Jupiter and his moons thereof
In which chaos finds itself bathed and bound by Love.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
I Slept in the world of Malign
Wake up in a dream with suspiration.
Living in a dream is like apricity
But believing it's truth is really tricky.
But for even once , i wanna lost in Dreams
Staying away from those fear and screams.
My life in real is fabrifacient
But in dream it's magnificent.
No fear no cries
No game of truth and lies .
Just for once i wanna lost in Dreams
Trapped in that second
and stay in that gleam
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 11:13 PM UTC