"childplay" poems
Mine Jane
O' mine jane;
How I canst not waiteth
To seeith thine face.
Mine Jane
O' godly jane;
Ourn bones shalt locketh
Inside, between ourn hand's.
Mine Jane
O' darling jane;
When we do meeteth
I shalt removeth thine old stain's.
Mine Jane
O' angelic jane;
Douse me in thy slaver
Showeth me that amour, thou hath written on paper.
Mine Jane
O' **** Jane;
Bringeth thine leg's closer
Maketh me beg, pull the blonde on mine head, be the chauffeur.
Mine Jane
O' goddess jane;
Throweth me down, back to the ground
Jump on me, childplay.
Mine jane
O' Filipino Jane;
Calleth mine name
I'll yet back louder, us both bursting in hott flame's.
Mine Jane
O' masterpiece jane;
No word's, hush love
Taketh me again.
Mine Jane
O' mine Filipino rose;
Who careth what other's think
The whole world already knoweth.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I think I can hear my heartbeat in my ears
in the corners of my eyes
when I look down at my hands
they shake the soup from my spoon like childplay.
I’m cold.
not physical mental dimensionally cold.
I’m a wall of ice and stone.
my thoughts and feelings sink into concrete
and harden into my bones
thicken my exterior
I’m dreaming of a way to get away
from the sins I’m bound to commit.
to you
to me
to god
my spine does so much work
for a still lifeless form
When will I fall apart ashes to ashes
rust through rust
I can’t seem to feel more than tin emptiness.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Catchy
what does it mean to be catchy?+++++++++++++++++ To be in tune with some sort of cultural phenomenon? yes, I believe that is the reason
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catchy, may come from some kind of tune, but there a lot of tunes, why are some of them catchy? because of the way they are associated with some kind of emotion of the moment, I believe
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the key to creating catchy is to understand the essence of the emotion attached to the phrase, then to skip hop over it, like childplay, to start from a deep philosophy then turn it into a joke
over wine
yes, oh yes_______--
over wine___________
the mind
is delicious
and life
is divine
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC
Planet of Sphere. Ocean of Water.
Word of Mouth. Light of Day.
World of Why's.
Every other breath a question.
Every other gesture a fist
Shaken towards the skies, or palms
Tracing a hole of absence
Shaped as a closest one.
There are no parents
Treading this Globe of Ground.
All of us infant siblings, comparing
Perceptions in a vacuum of
Answers.
Sons and daughters all become
Not.
Fathers and mothers fall victim
To blood drawn from own blood
And remain as drained
Heart shaped shadows, if in any
Shape at all.
The only cure against loss
Is not being there to lose, or never
Having had any ones to.
World of Why's.
Men of War; each a Child of Mother,
Whether as living as childplay
Or fallen as something that
Has.
I am strong enough to hold you
So hard you won't feel yourself.
Inside you, where you carry
All you love, though, is a universe
Away from my
Reach.
That is why they are safe.
Safe as statues, painfree as
Mountains.
And why
You never
Will be.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
(Heated, Fiery trials,) by meself.. The time will come When our beloved planet will feel the suns quench, No breakfast or lunch to soothe that sweaty emotion..All time and devotion unravelling childhood memories, Where winters freeze, and you are still left by yourself...Kept, Wept, and melt out, Drawn to a pad of papery apprentice.. Such a menace when others think they know you, to show you such devious inventions..Of evil intention , they live to watch you die. To watch you cry and spill out all inners, Where your platters not entered into win any prizes..Miracles are few these days, The dark has infiltraded, the glooms turned to haze....Soo many Live in materialism and dreameries Lodge, where their cabin of themself is god , for they forgot who they are...phantom masks, fast cars..How a coverup to hide scarred innocence, where childplay rememberance Hits all at once...Who we really are...The cold empty bars are now lovers best friends...What a sad combination...We only have today to do our made out wills, For the numbings soo skilled this time of Infestations...Tretchery is Now the new..ALL HOT DAYS TO COME , none cool, For the furnaces will feel the excite..Days and nights will be mans worst enemy...The moon climbs the cosmic wave to show us all whats to be bound...Speakerphone sounds can no longer show humanity the reality of themselves..When will they see all belonging is there...Will they find it? or forever be Wanderers?
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
LAME EXCUSES
The call came last night,
It came once before.
I kept on with playing the taunt
With those up there above.
They know my childplay,
They went through this before.
No one wants to leave the earth
Though critics of life from all.
All well to accept it
As natural as can be.
All have to take the flight
To settle eternally.
Life in another life
Is living like a bee.
Perpetual, no appraisal
Are what it seems to be.
You calling me, wait, let me bow.
I'm just leaving this world, I'm coming now.
It looked as though it seemed to me
I need to think if I left something.
No one answers to who I call
Yet, I'm not letting go off this wall.
S. A. Marshal
28 December 2020
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC