"fide" poems
Ambitious bastions always tout
progressive plans when they're about
while within they hide and pout
from novel things that may prove out.
And while inventing goals to follow
their ancients habits hold them hollow
as in vain wary workers wallow
force fed lies and hooks to swallow.
They hunt for those who work past five,
that trudge to work, endure the drive
who will sacrifice their personal live
until ambition can't survive.
Yet if you strive, you're constant told
do not do more, do not be bold
just fill your seat, forever hold
your tongue until you're dead and cold.
To subsist we're forced to hide,
only in others can we confide,
all success pushed to the side
as managers act bona fide.
Since those of meager measure make
hope of meeting metrics fake
interloping leaders take
their toll until hard workers break.
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
•
**
♥ ♥ ♥
Saccharine
kiss, a taste of heav-
en, it's a chef d'eouvre,an ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
exploding fulgent tint• ••of love••
& commitment;, our to\ /ngue limning ela-\\
tion with these lips as ˋ•´canvas, stars detonate\\
lavishing blessing from above to our bona fide\\\
love ethereal emoti- on scintillate from w/in \\
creating a paradigm- of immaculacy of \\\/\\
endearment with an- ....enfolding c- \\\\\/\/ /
ape of assurance it's an e(mpyrean aroma from\//\///\
two seraphic being wit(h ablazing devotion towards//\\\
each other it erected a b(eatific paradise that link two/\\\/\
souls together in love & harmony & while your lips/\\\///
pressed to mine, it also push away all of my/ /\\\////
trepidation & replace.it with prodigious/\____/////
bliss, it colors my coun ,,,___,,,tenance with perfect\\//////
euphoria that spread out to my psyche.oh how heaven\/\/
descended on earth & spiced our lips with its ethereal sa-
vor oh how it birthed wings in our back that allow us to s-
oar high while relishing this very moment oh how it crea-
ted a divine crown to our heads & dressed us with ecclesi-
astical robe that scintillate w/our love as the source of lig-
ht oh how I want the time to cease to eternally feel this--
juncture oh this kiss.oh this kiss,oh how exhilaration do-
minate in me oh this phase with my king,oh how I pray
this to never end a phase that ignore the world & just fo-
*** to each other we |are united)with the )
love of God that bin- |d us toget(\her a love(
that come out from - |our mouth )\and reveal )
it with this kiss, oh t- |he sweetest )\just the sw)
eetest of all, oh i close |these eyes ) \and appre)
ciate each movement |our lips p) \erform o)
h how i love this kiss |oh how i) \w i love)
you my king, you ha- |ve suppl) \emented)
me with all nutrients |that I n) \eeded f)
or survival, your kiss |have s) \ituate)
d me in a bed so dear |surro) \undin)
g yellow flowers that |bloo( \ms i(
n its most ravishing /state,, ) /oh this)
kiss became gleami- /ng sun\ /light th\
that gives us warm- /th, yes \ \ /this sac\ \
charine kiss, a taste of (heaven/ \_\ (en you/ \_\
've let/ \me taste heaven!
**
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
•
*
I.
Ohh, longsuffering,
This love cure all the aches,
Replaced with surety.
II.
Yearning and longing,
Are heightened each precious days,
Thirsty for your lips.
III.
I hunger for you,
Your warmth and touch I dreamed of,
You, so close to me.
IV.
Angelic visage,
Played in my heart, mind and soul,
Each single moment.
V.
Vision of future,
Lock fingers with you my love,
Conquering the evil.
VI.
Together with God,
Praying, praising Him always,
This love to exist.
VII.
These tears there'll be none,
Our love covers it with joy,
Pure and bona fide.
VIII.
Oh thank God above,
For heaven inside our hearts,
Keeping us stronger.
IX.
No storm can vanquish,
No trials can separate,
Invincible love.
X.
Jointly, me and you,
Bonded for everlasting,
Brandon & Earl Jane.
*
with love <3 <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 9:03 AM UTC
Ye evar 'eard oda' masta' inna swamps?
E'a man hund wid 'is hands. . .take down a gator inna fide?
Yeah ah-boy, he a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Ain't nah trapping, nor'a line, no kedjewel, or time,
-jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Swimmin' inna wad-eh got skin made-o' armah,
-inna mud, inna grasses, eh-no teachin' it in classes,
strike wid juss a knife inna hand he's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Issue you'a hundin' widout a ricel? You's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
No ricel, no Glock, no light out innna night,
-jussa' body inna swamp you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
If you's can **** widout a ricel you's a Bone Alligator,
Bone Alligator
Bone Alligator.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
*The Warm Yellow In This Freezing Sunrise,
Reminds Me Of The Marigold We Picked,
And The Greyish Brown Of The Dirtied Snow,
Reminds Me Of The Woodticks You Picked Off Me,
The Lights Of These Passing Cars,
Remind Me Of Your Bona Fide Smile,
And The Crows In The Trees Remind Me Of,
The Crisp Mornings On Your Terrain,
And Now I Realize There Is No Word Loud Enough,
No Song Too Masculine Yet Gentle To Wish You Goodbye,
And There Is No Poem Beautiful Enough,
To Lead You Properly To Your New World*
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
They wanted a curriculum vitae
In absentia
I decided to ad lib
Ad nauseum
Ipso facto, lie and deceive
Exaggerate, mislead et cetera
Hardly a bona fide
Modus operandi
They caught me in flagrante delicto
Requiescat in pace, (RIP) my chances
Now I'm persona non grata
Mea culpa
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
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
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
I never met a person like you
But you stole a special place in my heart
We are to fortunate to have you because
you are the person who cares your
loved ones more than yourself
you are are so bona fide and unique
you are ineluctable to anyone
I wish your friendship should continue for long time
Jun 4, 2020
Jun 4, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
My beloved angel
One with
Radiant hazel eyes
Chatoyant like clusters
Of stars
On a moonless night
My beloved angel
One with
A warm sultry smile
As to tempt wary kissers
Commit mischief
My beloved angel
One with
A pristine voice
So fresh
As to wake the dead
From their desolate
Silent graves
My beloved angel
One with a vivacious voice
So euphonious
As to elicit
The descent of angels
Down unto earth
My beloved angel
One with
A melodious voice
So harmonious
As to leave one
In a daze
Just mesmerized
Whilst stars scintillate
Athwart velvet skies
My beloved angel
One with
A dimpled cheek
Giving way for onlookers
As to be hypnotized
Whilst stars scintillate
Athwart velvet skies
My beloved angel
One with
Bona fide pulchritude
Which brings about
Myriads of creatures
From across all environs
Surrounding her
Gravitate towards her
As to crave
Such a ravishing queen
My beloved angel
One whose
Exuberant personality
Had me thrilled to bits
Vanished like whispers
In the wind
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
A sanctuary, your features have found the warm tranquility of my skin
The soft touch of your lips, and the squeeze of your embrace
entrance me with shivers; this is the only bona fide calm I ever encounter.
The beautiful sensation of your breath as it tickles my collarbone,
and the simultaneous movement of our two bodies;
I engage in the exquisite process of soaking in your persona as you absorb my own.
The brush of your vanilla-chapstick lips on mine releases a butterfly cage in my stomach –
butterflies of cherry red and periwinkle blue,
a momentary lapse in their usual shades of black.
The pressure of your body resting on mine, pulling closer and closer
ceases the trembling stutters of my lungs’ perpetual struggle
to breathe under the weight of the world.
We become immersed in our reverie of each other,
and I synchronize the patterns of my breath to match yours.
This beautiful symphony of affection that is your nose buried in the crook of my neck
leads me to finally venture to define the word love –
It is you, in between my chin and my collarbone.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
The louche magniloquent maladroit malaise of the dense mayonnaise mouth of political palaver and longueur left me with that sad sinking feeling of believing there is nothing left to live for.
Lugubriousness aside, I was nevertheless momentarily nonplussed until I recalled that a bona fide thespian was once president. And to my dismay I remembered to say: nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind.
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
this is a page about how you broke her bones brutally.
blinding her days into the darkness she couldn’t settle for a stand.
“this is your sin.”
love was great,
love was strong.
but,
she felt small and very alone.
she has been good with broken things.
she is a big bang of catastrophe, an eruption of God’s tears.
if you just didn’t promise, she was whole without your shadow.
a promise is a sin.
and there is a sea of promises bare of thunderstorm needs to be nurtured because she has been damaged with your bona fide lies.
a dudgeon.
her voice is hoarse, a singer of your sobriquet name.
nights are no absolution and her cries are getting softer.
she wanders aimlessly to the 12 am's.
for her, this is exactly what death looks like.
a midnight snack and frozen story with her bedroom’s wall.
she locked herself in a funeral she called a slumber.
your love was a fanciful story, but one night away from the present time.
“this is your sin, and now she’s a sinner.”
she has been fragile and your love was boastfulness.
she was a rose and you brought her wrong.
this time, it’s her period of middlescence.
maybe you love her but your goodbye was more intimate on her guessing mind.
she was no longer a human, nor ghost in your grasp.
she is a belle of disaster.
but a million miles away,
you will beg her to come back home.
and missing her will be the only thing you need to shrive.
she has struggled to pluck your name and deep in the ground up you know she will.
and you expect her to be whole for your bathos tub.
the riot forms within your lungs,
and you had enjoyed as a fabulist to her.
she was your joke and games.
she's altering your lies into poetry.
her dictums soon to be as soft as the dusk teaches her tenderness.
to tame the seas inside her,
you have to tame her kingdom with thousands of armor.
and her Lord listens to her prayer.
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:52 AM UTC
Rain drop ruins my melancholy
Rain drop brushes my border collie;
his tail wags across my shin,
breaking my ever-building reverie.
“Smash that”, says the rock to its falling neighbor,
letting it go without attempt at a rumbling tremor.
“Smash your metamorphic protolith,
sedimentary is your bona fide nature”.
The quartzite stone has no room to reject but yield,
but so behold: I catch it with my awakened shield.
Lays in my hand the metamorphic stone,
Ecstatic to be shiny and free.
Broken from my reverie is where I sometimes wish to be,
for there I meet my life’s expenditure,
my loved reality.
There the marks of my imprint awaken; there I become me.
Fall then rain! Do so duly... for I vow to be
the rightful branch of your sprouting tree.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
•
My love flourishing,
Bona fide saccharine taste,
An empyrean spice.
This infinite scent,
Of aroma filled your lips,
Oh, savoring bliss.
My king caress me,
Reviving my weak being,
Better self reborn.
You are my solace,
Seeds of triumph you've unleash,
Elation heightened.
You being with me,
Completion of my being,
You're what I needed.
My king, life and all,
We're eternally bonded,
With bond immortal.
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
i.
Ourn intimacy is
Real;
Bona fide.
ii.
Ourn tenderness is
Authentic;
Amour'of the time's.
iii.
Ourn endearment is
indubitable;
She's me, I am her soul.
iv.
Ourn altruism is
For another;
Forgetting ournselves in ourn abode.
v.
Ourn sentiment is
STRONG;
Patiently we shalt wait.
vi.
Ourn LOVE is
Us;
As we art one, as we art love.
vii.
I shalt meeteth her
At;
The sierra cliff's of desert celestial gate's!!!
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (Filipino rose)
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:48 PM UTC
# *written in collaboration
with Glass Slipper Girl*
Is it ecstasy or agony
How you make me feel
What you do to me
Bliss when I am with you
When you're gone, I'm incomplete
My mind you have infected
Gave you my heart
Which you gladly keep
With just one taste, I was addicted
You fulfilled my every need
Yet, I fear that everything's twisted
It's too late though;
I'm in too deep
I've been robbed; only you I suspected
My mind convicts while my heart sets you free
If common sense is a train
then I missed it
Took a chance, circumstance was defeat
All my plans, with one dance
You dismissed them
Still, these actions I'll always repeat
----------------- -----------------
*Is it fantasy or reality
fleeting feelings defying gravity
what you do to my sanity
bona fide madness
sensuality off the charts
our own poetic sensual Rhapsody
Dizzy dazed lost in your Oasis
chasing your sweet enthralling embraces
**** salacious temptations
seductions of ***** flirtatious
stunning me senseless
leaving this Texas girl breathless
A harden criminal
for “the love” you had become
detained and handcuffed
you had to know I was gonna run
trapping a thief of hearts
just can't be done
escaping your enticing assaults
this prison cell sweetheart
made her jailbreak, the Great Escape
before you knew it
I was already gone
Yet, sometimes
every now and again
with my “Get out of Jail” free card
this fugitive still takes a look back
wishing I hadn't gone so far
jumping that railroad car
running away from those
Train Tracks of Love*
#
Jul 13, 2021
Jul 13, 2021 at 6:36 PM UTC
•
*
I am not perfect,
I have my imperfections,
I have many flaws,
But how could someone love me,
A love so true, like you do.
You show me daily,
Love I never felt before,
You care tenderly,
And as days and months pass by,
Your love for me grows stronger.
Yes you've filled my cup,
Feed me pure love, I'm so full,
Your kiss quench my thirst,
Your caress heal my gashes,
Your warmth console me within.
Oh, my weakened wings,
Regained its utmost power,
My dejected will,
Regenerate instantly,
Knowing you're there beside me.
Locking our fingers,
We stride and fly together,
The clouds are our bed,
The stars and moon, our nightlight,
Tonight, we savor our love.
This normal lady,
An empress to your kingdom,
Oh how blessed I am,
To be enthroned in your realm,
Beside an illustrious king.
You give me heavens,
You supply me everything,
I'm so overjoyed,
Oh I couldn't ask for more,
You are all I want and need.
This love I indulge,
So sacharrine, bona fide,
Yes, a life with you,
Is all I ever dreamed of,
Eternally, with my love.
All you have conquered,
For this love to be intact,
Patience you've lengthen,
Understanding you've widen,
You've done all, for me and you.
You never gave up,
And together we fight hard,
With God in prayer,
We will make this through safely,
Oh yes we will, my Brandon.
*
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
how might my reality be redefined
by slipping furtively
like a hapless lover
disentangling midnight sheets
fleeing past pathways of my own psyche
to see the view from her mind’s balcony
to inhabit intergalactic eyes
sparkling and shining like supernovae
every time she parts scarlet lips
in defense of the helpless
i'd plant gardens inside her irises
water the seeds and invite the bees
to pollinate fresh thoughts and rejuvenate
an energy that could illuminate new theories
about the cosmos and its inhabitants
i want to dwell within
corridors of infinite imagination
bridge the synaptic gaps
across rivers of lapsing memories
a lackadaisical adventurer
adrift in neurological galaxies
ingesting erudite insight
i yearn to build a home
inside the mind
of a poet
an activist
and a bona fide genius
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
My Laura
how tomorrow
was your
time lace
with bona
fide séance
in these
highlands of
Arabica here
in America
always vernacular
with a
sound heard
round world
to triumph
love with
our beliefs.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 10:56 AM UTC
I.
I awoke with different eyes today;
What felt like the eyes of Antares;
A lucid frenzy orbiting
ambrosial crimson dahlias,
Laughing.
You bore witness to the opening of my ribcage
That I have solemnly manifested
for your mind only.
I have opened my rib cage for you, yes,
Like a weeping delicate bloom,
Birthing in the winter desert,
travail.
This is your virginity
Mothered by my violent torn hands;
My bones shudder;
Vibrations of prophecies,
Oracles of each single atom
Bursting within the cosmos, singing—
I prostrate;
Submissive to your fragility.
You colored my skin
With the shade of your rouged lips,
And like the moon,
my branched bones became Spring
By your mouth
Entombed beautifully in the garden of our creed.
Don’t you know that your hands,
Your hands are flooded
With sins?
the sins you have encountered with your victims;
Like me, your victim;
Our veins flow from the rivers
of mother earths chest.
Nymphs with there pale skins;
They bathe in your hidden ocean of blood
That has yet to burst forth
Held behind the enshrined gates of virginity.
I hold you above my head,
I humbly wear you as my crown.
II.
I awoke with different eyes today
Perhaps the eyes of the black cat
Dying her ninth death.
I devise these things,
And I can tell you
The pleasure of feeling
Nothing.
III.
I awoke with different eyes today
Half life, half death.
I have gazed at life
And cried.
I have conversed with death
And laughed;
And by all means
Analogies have never seemed so bona fide
as the affairs of the sun and the moon.
IV
You awoke with new eyes this morning,
A woman.
You are now a woman.
This is the only difference.
forgive me for my words.
-Arizona
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
A child did walk along the lake
On the other side
A monster did slowly wake
With claws that could rake
Blood and a hairy hide
A child walked along the lake
With soft hands that bake
Sugar cookies and intent bona fide
A monster did slowly wake
Repulsive cries that snake
Into dreams nationwide
A child did walk along the lake
Remarkable songs that make
Magic become applied
A monster did slowly wake
Joining together at sanity’s sake
Switching at the continental divide
A child did walk along the lake
A monster did slowly wake
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
Slowly destroyed.
Put down.
Stood up.
Every day she tried
To better herself.
But, in the end,
It was easier
To shut out and hide.
She tried to appear bona-fide.
But where her life was going -
She felt it was up to others to decide.
It’s not that she always wanted to be lead.
It’s that, when she really needed it,
No one ever heard what she said.
But when given the chance to freely express
Herself with no limit,
All the judgments she’s ever heard
Seemed to push their way into the spotlight,
Now well-lit.
Crossing paths with others
Who have done great for themselves,
She thinks,
I wonder how it brought them here,
Their trip through hell…
She needs no reminders of where she could be.
A look in the mirror
Is all she needs to see.
Even the physical scars of the past
Are evidence of
Where all these moments,
Called life,
Have taken her;
Right up to the last.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 1:25 PM UTC
A corner of a room is a misguided place to cower in.
Bad move!
Especially after you have just had chicken chow mein styled into your hair.
You sit.
Transfixed.
You watch.
Catatonic.
Prawn ***** glisten like diamonds in the snow as they slide effortlessly down the peeling wallpaper.
Baby screams.
Baby screams relentlessly.
The stench of cheap beer perfumes the stagnant air.
You think to yourself
"Is this it?"
Then you remember
You remember ….
What the hell was her name?
It’s on the tip of your tongue ….
BANG !!!
Tina Smitherson
*Once!
Just once ….*
The one and only time he raised his hand.
She was gone.
Didn’t even look back.
And her so quiet and all ….
Oh ….how we tormented her.
Oh …. how we teased her.
**BOO !!!
BOO !!!
BOO !!!**
Away she ran like a frightened little mouse.
No friends.
No life.
Nothing.
A bona fide geek.
And yet ….
And yet … only once.
How was that possible?
Night turns to day.
You look around the room.
*Chaos.
Filth.
Emptiness.*
Taunt at you manically …. in triplicate.
Baby sleeps peacefully in her makeshift cot.
Bruises red and angry.
*Maybe today ….
Maybe ….*
Then you reach down into your darkest resolve and open the cupboard beneath the sink.
Bin bags.
Detergent.
Dish cloths.
Dustpan and brush.
“I wonder what Tina Smitherson is doing at this precise moment in time?”
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC
You don't need a somebody!
You got you,
You should know you're good enough,
The models on the tv screens with their perfect bodies are fake,
You should believe in yourself,
Like you got everybody wanting something from you,
Your parents, your friends, your boyfriends and last but not least, that little voice screaming for help inside of your head,
The one that's the bona fide you,
The other you, who puts all that makeup on and tries to diet,
The one who tries to act like she is strong enough,
I don't even know who that is!
Like the one who tries to be book smart, and boy smart, and street smart, and like tries to hold it altogether, when insides she's dying of unhappiness,
Yeah, thats the you, you've been hiding,
The ones who's afraid to love and be kissed,
The ones who's not able to admit she needs someone,
The one who wakes up feeling so inadequate and imperfect and unworthy of life itself every morning of every day,
Yeah, thats the you, that you are honey,
And I'm not saying that's ok,
I'm saying I wanna fix it for ya,
I'm trying to be here and make it fine,
But for God sakes you are so stubborn,
It's as if you enjoy that sorta pain,
You want it to hurt,
You break open you own stitches and watch the blood pour out,
Let them heal,
Allow it to scar over all ready,
I mean, I got ears,
I'll listen with them, just let me hear,
Even if it doesn't make sense,
Scream the demons out,
Cry! Sob! Just quit trying to be in control of life cause you're not and never will be,
And hurts seeing you so wrecked up and confused,
Loving won't be enough I fear,
But whether your hair is blonde or the color of navy blue I can't help but not be so enamored with you,
Still though, I want you to feel the same for yourself first
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 9:06 AM UTC