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"bodie" poems
When I see marissa I just wanna kiss her Shes a hottie with a bodie And i wanna get naughty When i see her purple hair I wanna touch everywhere Shes hella fine she looks like a dime shes all mine I wanna take her to my red room of pain she can play the game it will never be the same
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Marissa
Filipino immortal of time I'm courting thee now; And making thou mine We both kneweth This day wouldst arrive; Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side. I hadst amour' For thee, for so long; Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song. Ourn affection, tis obvious For all to see; We art the real deal, not some farce dream. As tis we shalt meet, As thou shalt get that engineering degree; I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between. I'm courting thee now, Tribal of tropic's; I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic. None material's needed As ourn belief's state; Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's. So now thou shalt knoweth Thou hath been courted; To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important. Other's shalt judge As other wilt mock; Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's Even if we art poor With none food on the table; Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's. We shalt write poetry As it becometh true; Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to. Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better Queen earl Jane; This is thine courting letter. I'm not all the other's As thou doth see; I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe. As I knoweth thou don't feeleth Good enough for man, nor God; Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all. I just wanted to let thee knoweth I looketh up to thine light; Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life. So when thou feeleth down And wanting to leap out of thy brawn; Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god. This is mine courtship letter As now I'm courting thee; We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen... I loveth thee so much We both none more canst hide; Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life.... To thee; dearest Earl Jane.................. ©Brsndon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/あある じぇえん
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
( Earl jane) Im courting thee now mine reyna, mine all, mine life...
Filipino immortal of time I'm courting thee now; And making thou mine We both kneweth This day wouldst arrive; Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side. I hadst amour' For thee, for so long; Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song. Ourn affection, tis obvious For all to see; We art the real deal, not some farce dream. As tis we shalt meet, As thou shalt get that engineering degree; I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between. I'm courting thee now, Tribal of tropic's; I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic. None material's needed As ourn belief's state; Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's. So now thou shalt knoweth Thou hath been courted; To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important. Other's shalt judge As other wilt mock; Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's Even if we art poor With none food on the table; Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's. We shalt write poetry As it becometh true; Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to. Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better Queen earl Jane; This is thine courting letter. I'm not all the other's As thou doth see; I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe. As I knoweth thou don't feeleth Good enough for man, nor God; Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all. I just wanted to let thee knoweth I looketh up to thine light; Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life. So when thou feeleth down And wanting to leap out of thy brawn; Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god. This is mine courtship letter As now I'm courting thee; We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen... I loveth thee so much We both none more canst hide; Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life.... To thee; dearest Earl Jane.................. ©Brsndon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/あある じぇえん
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i Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust; I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside. ii I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan; I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to, Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse. iii And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part; Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire. iv Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's; She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©あある じぇえん
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Kundiman ( love song) filipino tongue
i. I push her against the door Passionate shove; I'm wearing a whitened dress shirt A striped black vest, primeval musk. ii. I grabbeth her by her waist Fashioned spectacles upon her countenance; She pulleth hard mine blonde lock's of hair A woman now, releasing her innocence. iii. Her balmy breathe, variegated with mine I trickle around her neck, kissing around her spine; Mine alleviating rim's, wetten's down to her toes Starting at her top, I kiss front, back, her dialect purely moaned. iv. The ambience was intensified Tis we went astray, into eachother's eye's; Whilst the firmament went asunder Planet earth shook, the sheet's pulled us under. v. We struggle just for air As ourn bodie's sucketh the sweat; Mine nail's grippeth her frame A night we shan't forget. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane nagley dedication
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Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
En morceaux la nuit ( Asunder the night) french tongue
A ghost town stands in the Eastern Sierra just up the road from ancient Mono Lake A long dirt road, you have to take Now a dead mining town with its buildings still intact, There were riches everywhere, once it boomed and roared. The bad man from Bodie, he was once called. But between the winters, the end of timber, the mines ran dry a killing every night, There is silence now, All those riches returned to sand. Oh, America, It's the killings everyday every night. Where America, I ask of thee Where America, does all this violence breed? So many on the ground to bleed. 42,000 shot and still counting killings everyday killings every night. America oh America Where does it come from all of this rage? Frustration Anger Cold blooded eyes Harsh life in the boom town Hard to get it right? The Old West is the New West life is short and desperate Another shot rings out in the night. We're all dancing as fast as we can or in the can numbed out by alcohol, speed and ****** eyes buried deep inside electronics. Anything to make it all right as the walls close in. Depression they say is violence and homicide turned inwards instead. The Old West had the Civil War The New West has its endless wars here we go again. We're all alone in this world that's for sure. It hurts my heart to hear her say, "Goodbye God, we're going to the old USA"
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Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
Goodbye God, We're Going to Bodie
All of the time i spent locked up, I wanted more. but i couldnt handle the leash i was given. I understood how every one was effected besides my self. I wanted my drug. over and over. just to get over the loss of you dying. and the last memory kills me every day. but all i can say is thank you.. thank you for my twisted mind and the abuse that get's me to give and give and give so no one feels the same, but i cant fix the world, world peace is impossible all at once, every one has had shit thrown in there face, but only those who got through it have the power to dig out of there hole they have dug. along the way i want to take the rotten decaying part of your heart. and throw it away, but part of my addiction takes it in the soul and reminds me of depression of my own,. and gets me caught up... in mind and site we are all clearly blood and bones. and a brain that is one tenth of our bodie's, but we feel 100% in reality out on the streets thrown to the gutter rats, came back with potential. came back wanted, legally. in the safe way. Jesse applegate
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
thrown to the gutter rat's came out golden.
Amorous one, bedight me in snug linen Canopy me in thy oriental pinion's; A ditty for thee, I writeth in this amour For thou hath let me in, and opened thine door. Forsooth, we shalt be lover's in cinema Booth's Letting go of ourn past, cutting ropes, untying the noose; Thither the jungle's we shalt be missionarie's, exemplary No thwarting to enter in the tropical orient gate's Openness cherished, withy exotic plant's to fit ourn date; Don't be late amare, thou canst put up, or keep down thy hair For thou shalt blend the forest's, as no makeup for thee is needed. Thou shalt quench me by thy tan colored painted skin Betrothing another, fused bodie's together, preparing perfume; Locked behind ourn own wall, leaving the world in back room Other's think we're dead, because ourn spirit's from tombs, alive. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry/ あある じぇえん
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Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Suobenis sponsabo ( Faraway betroth) latin tongue
He did not bite He did not bark he would look into your eyes like a polite greeting he wagged his tail he sat up strait he had manners that no dog could beat He loved his toys could fit about five in his mouth He jumped of the docks up at the lake he'd follow the small fish thinking he could catch one he'd lay by your side a true guardian the one dog who could be a human he felt what you felt new if you were sad but never gave up a challenge especially when it had to do with toys no one couldn't like him a saint in the form of a dog everyone loved him he was a likable dog and he would always be by your side a loyal soul no dog could be more human than Bodie, the best dog I loved him like family he was my best friend.
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Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
The worlds best dog
This northern chill is freezing me To mine marrow I needeth seraphim blanket To covereth me as a sparrow I'm shaking from the frost Tis its mid June I seeketh all affection For one to lock me in her room Tighten me in her tomb And throw away ourn route So noone shalt find us No worrying nor doubt I needeth her satellite coverlet To play ourn kiddish games Under ourn window pane ****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette To be invisible to the other's Just ourn own come-hither now Naughtily **** Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Northern chill need's coverlet
The Pit River soaked the Alturas earth, beneath the light of the hospital a woman giving birth Inside the local bar was a man drinking gin, the church of the sacred heart full of repenting sins All of those places are lost on me; I keep walking the Alturas streets, kicking the scorched earth, with my naked feet Just dancing along North West Street They’re making it harder for me to live; I’ve got nothing more to give I got a job, what money I make, the government fat cats take and take One day, I took up traveling, one day I ran away In a bar in Nevada I found Louisa, and with me she came We were the modern day Bonnie & Clyde Her hair more red than any autumn leaf, or those fires from hell, we spent so long together, we got on real well Found ourselves in Bodie, where we danced with those ghosts Headed down to Manzanar, slept beneath the heavens stars it was her laugh, I loved the most Made love beneath the Klamath Mountains, where my soul, Bonnie Stole Washed our feet in the Klamath River, packed our bags and carried on Soon we had no money, something had to be done When it looked like it was all over, Bonnie showed me her gun Should have been easy, just a hold up, no one had to get hurt Bonnie ran the tip of the revolver along her lips then slipped it into her skirt We walked for days, until we came to Hornbrook where a man on his porch Caught us rustling in his trash can, in the light of his torch Bonnie got so mad that she panicked, grabbed the old man and pushed him down Placed her arms around the grey hairs that grace his neck, took a look around Forced him through the wooden doors of his home, and said “give us all you got” The old man he had nothing, her shaking hands pulled the trigger, the grey haired man, she shot I just stood there and sighed "Louisa, what have you done" Faster than the bullet that pressed it’s self into the stranger’s chest, Louisa started to Run Shortly after, the sirens rang out; I was left standing in the porch Watching the silhouette of my Louisa in the light of the law enforcement torch I see her reach that smoking revolver her arms straight towards the local cop’s car Hear the shots run out, her silhouette falls to the ground, her lifeless body beneath the stars Spent some months, on the run didn’t hang around But I still dream of my Bonny Louisa, and the warmth in those cold nights we found
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
My Bonny & Clyde
The Pit River soaked the Alturas earth, beneath the light of the hospital a woman giving birth Inside the local bar was a man drinking gin, the church of the sacred heart full of repenting sins All of those places are lost on me; I keep walking the Alturas streets, kicking the scorched earth, with my naked feet Just dancing along North West Street They’re making it harder for me to live; I’ve got nothing more to give I got a job, what money I make, the government fat cats take and take One day, I took up traveling, one day I ran away In a bar in Nevada I found Louisa, and with me she came We were the modern day Bonnie & Clyde Her hair more red than any autumn leaf, or those fires from hell, we spent so long together, we got on real well Found ourselves in Bodie, where we danced with those ghosts Headed down to Manzanar, slept beneath the heavens stars it was her laugh, I loved the most Made love beneath the Klamath Mountains, where my soul, Bonnie Stole Washed our feet in the Klamath River, packed our bags and carried on Soon we had no money, something had to be done When it looked like it was all over, Bonnie showed me her gun Should have been easy, just a hold up, no one had to get hurt Bonnie ran the tip of the revolver along her lips then slipped it into her skirt We walked for days, until we came to Hornbrook where a man on his porch Caught us rustling in his trash can, in the light of his torch Bonnie got so mad that she panicked, grabbed the old man and pushed him down Placed her arms around the grey hairs that grace his neck, took a look around Forced him through the wooden doors of his home, and said “give us all you got” The old man he had nothing, her shaking hands pulled the trigger, the grey haired man, she shot I just stood there and sighed "Louisa, what have you done" Faster than the bullet that pressed it’s self into the stranger’s chest, Louisa started to Run Shortly after, the sirens rang out; I was left standing in the porch Watching the silhouette of my Louisa in the light of the law enforcement torch I see her reach that smoking revolver her arms straight towards the local cop’s car Hear the shots run out, her silhouette falls to the ground, her lifeless body beneath the stars Spent some months, on the run didn’t hang around But I still dream of my Bonny Louisa, and the warmth in those cold nights we found
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Flaxen seed amour', mine all, distant shored plore I giveth thee... Begging on hand's and knees to letteth me fill thine wound's with holiness serum...... A lilac blush I shalt layeth upon thy cheek as blushing thou shalt do, from all mine affection towards thee, and me and thou through the celestial darkness shalt wing to the moon....we shalt maketh the news, As the silent human's shalt be tearied eyed from ourn devotion!! Ourn bodie's to sway in unearthly motion to smile at eachother's reflection's again....trading in all sin for ournselves to be reincarnated to ourn past life selves... As ourn finger's shalt swell......... From locking ourn ring's soo tightly!!!!!! Angelic matrimony ring's I mean.....
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 1:40 PM UTC
Angelic rings....