"eurasian" poems
Amongst Orientals and Blacks I smothered.
Presence amidst Mestizos was absurd.
Amongst the Arabs stranger I felt.
Choked amongst Whites and Celts.
Amongst the Eurasian lonely I was.
Feeling of an alien 'tween Desis 'twas.
Standing amongst stones I was pleased.
Felt comfortable, felt relieved and eased.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
i.
Creation's not of mistake, nor of
Natural selection, we art not of
Darwinian theory, nor of
temporal direction.
ii.
We slumbereth neath the
gipseian bleujaday, captured
By the great painter's hand;
King and queen of the mid-
Night crave, wax of glim's
On crystal stands.
iii.
Eurasian ether, creational
Blend, the mountain's do
Shaketh, when heavesia
Commends.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 9:03 PM UTC
That was a jay
Jane said
that bird
we've just seen
it belongs
to the crow family
it's an Eurasian Jay
I was listening to her
but taking in
the line of her jaw
as she spoke
the lips
opening and closing
as the words flowed
it's a lovely bird
I said
what colour eggs?
she told me
and we were
walking up the drive
up the Downs
trees on either side
birds calling
rooks and crows
and the sound
of pheasants
from the fields
and cows mooing
and her hand
was near mine
as she spoke
I wanted to hold it
and put it to my cheek
and feel
the softness of her
but I let my hand
stay just an inch away
and I could smell
the scent of her
apple and hay
and something
she'd borrowed
from her mother
(I'd smelt it
when I was
at her parents house
the other day
for the tea)
what do your parents
think of me
after the third degree
the other day?
I said
we stopped and she said
they like you
and trust you
she said
they trust me anyway
but it is you
they were unsure about
but yes they have
taken you as trustworthy
she added smiling
I smiled too
glad I'd been thought
trustworthy
especially after
her mother's
scrutiny of me
the questions
she had asked
just on the border of things
that Lizbeth's a different sort
Jane said
she and ***
go together
like cheese and onion
but I am not like that
I don't mean to
sound prudish but
I couldn't not
before marriage
I nodded my head
and was nonplussed
about it all
we walked on
she talked of the man
her father knew
whose daughter
had got herself pregnant
and she was only 14
and there was hell to pay
and they left the area
and the girl
was taken some place
and it has worried Father
ever since
I see
I said
and she took my hand
and it was soft
and I sensed her
skin and warmth
and her body near mine
and there was sounds
of rooks above our heads
in the tall trees
and knew Lizbeth
wouldn't talk
of birds or such
she liked her ideas
of *** too much.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Black stone juts out over greying ice,
A mass of alpine greenery,
Half bare, half masked in white;
The motion of a turner painting,
Colours cast through Lowry's eyes.
Camouflaged upon a riverside
With no sign of Lutheran ambition,
As faith faltered, medieval to Christ,
A small church modestly mirages,
Casting simplicity into Nordic pride.
The excitement of the northern lights
Over the precipice of these continents,
American and Eurasian plates collide.
The Langjökull Glacier screams
Witnessing its own untimely demise.
The remoteness captured in the landscape
Starkly contrasts to us who bear witness to it
And in the mirroring of the landscape
A lonely civil dwelling knows nothing
Of war between nature and humankind.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 7:36 AM UTC
Eurasian roller birds
exist in the ecosystem
just as
I do.
When approached by perceived danger
Fight or Flight is feigned
Only remaining--wreaking self-destruction
Our wild flighty friends
Literally ***** all over their beautiful shells
in order to save themselves from suffering
Half digested disgust exposed on wings
arrests their blue beaming light
Eight years ago you climbed up to my nest
and held out your incredible love
Regurgitation immediately followed
Along with green abusive fear
I clung to my cloak of worms and saliva
You just laid down beside me
in digested stench
Multiple times you cleaned me up
licked up the pain
Accepting the disgust,
Realizing quickly
You could not clean a lover who aches
to be bent over, pale skinned, and protected
I fled from nest
and you did too my dear
we couldn't sit with the offensive smell any longer
My wounds were too porous
my pain, invasive
The foul smell that the roller exerts
is also meant to alert the parents to flee back to nest
and protect their blue babe
When I cracked from shell and entered the world
with slit eyes
There were thousands and thousands of threats
and the excretion was not enough
I did not get eaten up by the masses
but I did allow myself to become what I had eaten
infantile self-protection morphed into
Pervasive self-destruction.
Our nest kept singing back to us,
Our love entwined and weaved in with twig
Like haunted batty lovers
Pulled back in to vile
Finally finally finally finally fin a lly
I allowed the digestion
of your love
There were my bursting blue feathers
Sterile and glowing
Our nest safe from
my internal predator
And you, finally safe in my love.
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC