"indubitable" poems
the wind is a Lady with
bright slender eyes(who
moves)at sunset
and who—touches—the
hills without any reason
(i have spoken with this
indubitable and green person “Are
You the Wind?” “Yes” “why do you touch flowers
as if they were unalive,as
if They were ideas?” “because,sir
things which in my mind blossom will
stumble beneath a clumsiest disguise,appear
capable of fragility and indecision
—do not suppose these
without any reason and otherwise
roses and mountains
different from the i am who wanders
imminently across the renewed world”
to me said the)wind being A lady in a green
dress,who;touches:the fields
(at sunset)
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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
Happiness & Misery
I tend to compliment
My confidence
With complaints
On how common place
My plain
Life is
The great times
In complexity
Simply
End
Too quickly
Being me
Became a meme
A trend
A fad
That lasts temporarily
As I change
The wardrobe
Of my beliefs
To best suit the situation
For times of war
Or times of peace
Offering myself
A sacrificial ME
Should suffice
For their superficial
Needs
Supplying their demand
Of wants
The difference they cannot see
I
No better than them
No better
Than what they seek
Not realizing
I
In this life
Is all I need
To proceed
To “ever after”
Happily
The other
Side of my brain
Supplies
The pain
And suffering
Inside of me
Ushering
The alternative
Reality
To my native
Faculty of thoughts
Felicity fails
And the facility
Of fury
Derails
My train of thought
This casualty
Casually causes
The worst case scenario
The battle within
Never ends
Each state of mind
Debates with
Indubitable facts
And stats
To seal my fate
The future lies
In mystery
Happiness
Or misery?
The answers hard to see
I still don’t cant find the key
To unlock the doors
To happiness in misery…
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 4:13 PM UTC
As the cobra falters before it doth strike I recoil away from thee, awaiting my moment to ricochet forward and make my **** Such false security aids my real course and weakens my adversary’s resolve and as you happily take full advantage of this ill advised programme you can rely that your mistake is now my gain. As you plunge, I parry and as your momentum fades mine increases in velocity until my blade doth find its target.
This sword of mine, made of finest worked, metal, slides easily through your personage. Flesh, muscle, even bone presents a none problem for this well forged tool. Sharpened point now immersed so deeply through your core that it conveys me too close to this pierced torso. I am spattered by such spurts of blood and sickened by another’s foul breath.
We gaze for a moment, you in the horror and pain of defeat and myself in the satisfaction of victory. You remain upright only through the skewer I have delivered and it is at my decree that you do so. As I withdraw my being the blade extracts itself and it is only then that you are allowed to descend to your indubitable destination.
As crumpled legs can no longer hold the weight of thee I use the momentum of this blades removal to pirouette my body. The spin that culminates with such a strike, a laceration so immense that the removal of your skull is no more than a mere triviality. Your destination is now complete. This is the legitimate place for a lesser man and the norm for a superior warrior than thee.
Come take this gift dear Lucifer, I make a present to you of death's cadaver, it lies here before me at this very moment and it is yours. A donation from one great warrior to another. It seems that I fill such a bottomless pit with unworthy adversary. They suppose honour holds them to stand before such a skilled combatant but their is no morality for lesser men to try. There is no such thing as a honourable fool.
I seek he that will try my skills, he that will take me to the brink of death with more than a single strike. For this person I will gladly redeem as a worthy opponent, for he, I will present my respect in more than a just a mere bow. Such adversary should he become victorious will possess a legacy that will draw him to the status of majesty. I would gladly fall to this superior being and as such, this would be a most fitting and virtuous death.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
Spells of chieftain splendor
Bespeaking of loyal grandeur
Now the eye clearly sees without fear
At dusk!
The ancient kingdom of Assur?
A flight in time and space from afar?
Was that ingenious creativity of flair?
Still bids indubitable eternal mystery!
Are clothes on man an anecdote of utter hypocrisy?
Is sarcastic humor a precursor of hidden sinister?
The animals hereof show their ******
Undertone tinges of impeccant simplicity
Stirring poignant Achilles' heel character
As an infant suckling the breast of saccharine nature;
Lo! And behold…
Sage mortals envisage a grotesque quest for a promising stage,
Regnant and dignified?
The new-age psyches’ beatify and feebly beg
"Reform, in fact, is, rather softly, on the win”
The lighthouse flashing against the sleet-blurred fig twig
As every sacred notion becomes an unwavering origin certain,
With no remorse that mankind can now ascertain
The bewildering incarnation of science in religion!
Like a single lily among lilies in a dark dungeon
Great spirits now encounter violent opposition
“Un-awakened Children silently screaming with pessimism”
Hiding within the smooth sacred mask of personality
Yet the fear of “the unknown” silently plays a drowsier symphony
Calling back the violent rays to illuminate a peaceable destiny
Were illusionary realities conform to the whims of a veiled deity,
This goddess!
A mystifying inferno doing its own radiance faster
What a fuss!
So light-footed as love yet so heavy-footed as war
As if to justify the whirling gloom of despair
Like the bleakness of the morning cuckooing rooster
Or the dog which barks at his own image in a pond;
“What startling veneration”
Mortals without remorse still aspire to find
The misplaced diamonds and daffs upon the beamish ground.
Muhumuza Kenneth Ezra.
May 25, 2010
May 25, 2010 at 3:46 AM UTC
Rock.
A brute force
Pounding, crushing
Driven by fear
With indubitable
Tangibility.
What can defeat
This formidable foe?
None other than
Paper.
A soft leaf
Whispers, gestures
Sweet nothings
Poignant nothings
In your ear
So close, they sound
Like a yell.
But those, alas,
Are drowned out
By our friend
Scissors.
Cuspate slats
Slicing, cleaving
Everything
In their path.
There is no
Discrimination;
Nothing
Is of importance
To the scissors.
Unless
They are bent
By the impetuous
Rock.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
The depletion of a beating heart, unimpeded to even start.
Down where the feelings concedes from the beginning.
Misleading as you succeed through the indubitable scheming.
Repeating; repeating; repeating -
The moments of despair
from first lips touch.
A taste of tongues,
the caress of skin.
Fighting words
till fists occurred.
The end draws nearer...
Every breath a guttural sound.
Elegant fingers of death,
wrapping around a pale neck.
(The bringer of demise.)
Here and now.
I don't understand how,
such a creature has come now,
at such a perfect interval,
of space and time.
but
If I let you by,
I'm bound to lose my mind.
...
..
.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
*Wouldn't it be lovely to write
the way Monet
painted masterpieces,
or Beethoven composed
simpatico symphonies,
graciously scripting sentiments as
utterly stunning as Neruda's
elixirs of profound poetry ~
I'd sell my soul for an eternity of
infinite breaths midst
such indubitable creations*
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
Es una intensísima corriente
un relámpago ser de lecho
una dona mórbida ola
un reflujo zumbo de anestesia
una rompiente ente florescente
una voraz contráctil prensil corola entreabierta
y su rocío afrodisíaco
y su carnalesencia
natal
letal
alveolo beodo de violo
es la sed de ella ella y sus vertientes lentas entremuertes que
estrellan y disgregan
aunque Dios sea su vientre
pero también es la crisálida de una inalada larva de la nada
una libélula de médula
una oruga lúbrica desnuda sólo nutrida de frotes
un chupochupo súcubo molusco
que gota a gota agota boca a boca
la mucho mucho gozo
la muy total sofoco
la toda ¡shock! tras ¡shock!
la íntegra colapso
es un hermoso síncope con foso
un ¡cross! de amor pantera al plexo trópico
un ¡knock out! técnico dichoso
si no un compuesto terrestre de líbido edén infierno
el sedimento aglutinante de un precipitado de labios
el obsesivo residuo de una solución insoluble
un mecanismo radioanímico
un terno bípedo bullente
un ¡robot! hembra electroerótico con su emisora de delirio
y espasmos lírico-dramáticos
aunque tal vez sea un espejismo
un paradigma
un eromito
una apariencia de la ausencia
una entelequia inexistente
las trenzas náyades de Ofelia
o sólo un trozo ultraporoso de realidad indubitable
una despótica materia
el paraíso hecho carne
una perdiz a la crema.
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I loved you when you said "Im here to stay."
I still love you as you walk away...
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
See you're thinking
Remembering the old
The loving
and the untold
Stories,
Forgetting
A moment I didn't miss
I couldn't help but kiss
The last remainder you were
In my head you are
In my heart you were
Stars reposition
to bring the
already happened
long lost cadaver
Lets stall the inevitable
The longing indubitable
The longing insufferable
The last remainder you were
In my head you are
In my heart you were
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
Just spill the ink.
Let it flow
from the active,
encapsulated, gray matter
behind your eyes,
from the bottom of your lips
tracing down
into your fingertips
and through your pen
and begin to think,
write, and form
your thoughts.
These meaningful
indubitable
expressions
are yours
to keep,
to perform,
to release,
in the way you feel
is true and real.
Find a way
to express your thought
and release your
mind
to create
sublime.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
I beheld a lady so cute and lovely
She's in d eyes of every young dude
My love for her is indubitable
And in my humble state I reached out to her
With fear I quaked as I go
Not to receive my worst blow
But alas it wasn't so
For today we now glow
Milady
Who am I that you love me so
And you turn down the strong and mighty
Who seems to be "on" and "trendy"
O Milady
My love for you will not cease to flow
Neither will I let it go sour or slow
But my love's fire I will blow
So for ever it will glow
I love you Milady - Princeeroma
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
it was a saturday night when i promised myself never to fall again because i knew it would only leave me scathed to the bone and lost in the desolated world that i had unnecessarily created in the past. i had come to the realisation that there was an inevitable slough of despond, waiting to pull me mercilessly into the black hole that i knew held a despicable love that i would refuse to ignore if i did not steer clear. though, steering clear was never my forte. instead, diving idiotically into cold waters without caution was where my roots stayed, in love with the fray of things. lost in my welter of thoughts, my little pandemonium, i dreamt of you and slowly tried to fathom how we ended. was it the loss of attraction, transient chemistry or the indubitable end that had already been set in stone? because all my life, i had tried so desperately to search for nonexistent formulas for why things ended, only to accept the fact that every thing was made to be ephemeral. stop, stop, just stop! my mind never failed to repeat, yet my heart failed to comply; my stream of consciousness always led back to you. i felt alone, pathetic, mawkish even, as i dialled your number with the dignity i no longer possessed. with each ring, i tried to stop the shivers down my spine that felt like a terrible ague, knowing that you had already given up on me, on us, and wanted nothing to do with me. you were obdurate on your decision, happy to move on.
but as for me? i remain that hideous book you indifferently hide on your shelf, in the shadows of your newfound lover.
(( yet, even now, that saturday night repeats itself every single day, the vicious cycle of an ancient spiel that i cannot seem to let go, because the thought of you coming back still remains, engrained into whatever pieces of my heart i have left. ))
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
You were unwonted to me
And I held you in high regards
How I felt about you was indubitable
I wanted you to make me yours
And your eyes
They shined with summer
Your heart
It glared with winter
And you starved me of your attention
You denuded me and refused to clothe me in your warmth
You left me in this destitute condition
But still my magnanimous feelings clung to you
Although you always drew a partition
That interposed me and you
Making us impossible
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
We never met but when I think about you that sudden heavenly fragrance fills my air
Covers uncongealed irregular volumes of minimal fluid
Teases me to the level of my nose so that I can smell a forgotten reality.
Is that maybe the ability of your sobriety trespassing through my impenetrable doors
immaterializing the burden of the heaviness of my lost lamented selves to an all equally valid lucidity?
You came so close recently
while I was doing shopping on a gloomy rainy afternoon
creating a **** twist at an ending of my mouth line revealing
a sudden dreamy smile which had the inspiration to give birth to an orange flash of joy.
A joy that clears away the opaque broken colorless paint to a crystalline transparency
so that
so that I can see
the truth of me through your poetry.
We witness and observe at rest now
All of our indubitable aura
of equivalent authenticity
Hanging in balance
Subtly floating
Flowing the airy
In the suit of colorful wild flowers of an unknown prairie
and only this way
I can relate to each of me
without being afraid of losing the permanency
of you or of me.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Friends are inextricable.
Linked together in unison.
Spoken voices and notable music.
Dressed in vivid colours.
Outstanding,
Stunning,
Shocking at times.
Indomitable,
Indubitable.
And family are eternal.
Harmony and balance.
Livvi x
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Even on my darker nights
my mind is quiescent,
unable to storm
while silently harboring
blatant thoughts of you.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
I feel its indubitable presence
Lurking beneath wispy shrouds of darkness
Drifting towards me from a path that begins
From the less traveled route which my footprints adorn
But I cannot run from my fate anymore
All I can do is stand still, lest I fall
Into the many unseen chasms of regret
And here again I find myself
Waiting, always waiting, fretting, dreading what may come
I retreat into the pitiable cloak of myself
Though its frivolous pretension fades away
Amalgamating with the wistful night air
And all that is left is a lone and fearful shadow
Of subsistence, no resistance lingers in my spirit now
As I feel the creature approaching me
I wade in the sea of its soulless eyes
A culmination of hopes and desires
Gone awry and heaved back to realities
Of envy, greed, and hopelessness
And now its hand of savage bleakness rests upon my face
Draining color from the cheeks once florid with new life
To where hath such vitality escaped?
And the flowers which wilt, and the meadows that burn...
Where are they now?
Must I die within my sleep to see those empty dreams sequestered?
And as my spirit falters, I am certain I shall see
That very place in not so distant times
As I whisper a reverberating goodbye
Leaving silence likely deafening the poor souls that may hear
The silence of the truth that could have been
As a dark new day emerges from the mist
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
What has this world done to you?
O wanderer, O rolling stone,
With the solitary of an oyster,
With the heart of gold.
With the gleam of a shining star,
With the sagacity of old.
You could dance with the mermaids of the Bristol Cove and dine with the Lions of Tanzania.
You could make the brooding bears laugh and the queenly quokka cry.
You could make the stars shine brighter and the harmonies of the hills louder.
It was indubitable that your charm would, spread in this chasm of insanity and monstrosity.
You let go of your harmonies and your songs.
You soaked up the evil as a sponge would,
faded away like some fabled city of mythology.
Tell me, rolling stone, where did we go wrong?
Where did all of that charm go?
All I know is I miss you so.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
Turn yourself from my rage
As surely as I speak it will destroy you
Shield yourself from my piercing glance
As it is a slow but indubitable poison
There is no mercy to be found
In this unforgiving dead heart
No pity present in the chilled *****
No light penetrates the folds of the dark
Though you may attempt to safeguard your soul from my words
It is fruitless
For they will burn like witches’ fire
To see the crown slip from the brow is by far my greatest desire
Defend yourself from my hate if it please you
For from it there is no godly haven
The unholy fire now extinguished
I send my curses flying forth
On the wings of a Black Raven.
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC