"overtaking" poems
I'd like to tell you a story
It begins in 1492
When dear old Christopher Columbus
Sailed the ocean blue
He landed on what he thought
To be the country of India
He stumbled upon a group of people
Who appeared to be indigenous
Because these native people
Happened to be where he thought he was
He called them all "Indians"
&& somehow that name stuck
They welcomed his group with open arms
Even offered them their feast
Unaware that deep inside
They were but wolves, dressed as sheep
Columbus && his crew
Soon ravaged the land
They took what they saw
Then they took full command
Of the people they found
On the land where they landed
They felt they should rule
So they stepped in, heavy handed
They murdered the people
Who had taken them in
Set fire to their villages
While the victims watched with their kin
Flash forward to the future
It's now 2016
It's been over 500 years
Since the overtaking by the regime
Future settlers decided
To let the survivors live on
They designated them small areas
Of what had not yet been robbed
These Native Americans,
Generally keep to themselves
They get by living off their land
But now they need your help
The Sioux of Standing Rock
Are being horribly mistreated
The state of North Dakota
Is poisoning them without reason
A pipeline has been built
That runs through this Native territory
When Bismarck residents didn't want it
It was rerouted, how discriminatory
People from all over the country
Are seeming to agree
They are making the commute
To protest peacefully
In defense of an oppressed people
Who only want to live
But the government is stepping in
Even blowing off some limbs
"Let them die, they're not like us"
the message the administration is sending
It seems that after all this time
The battle is never-ending
What exactly does it take
For people to see eye-to-eye?
In the end we're all just human
We kiss, we laugh, we cry
So if you have a heart at all
If you know that this is wrong
Please join the Sioux in their mission
By coming together, we can be strong
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
Cleanliness and ******
The ship was old once it had been a big ship now it was small
it had been overtaking by time, its shower system had sea water
which was nice enough to cool off when it was hot.
After having a shower, you needed a bucket of fresh water to rinse
the salt away if not you would scratch all night have irritated skin
For month we did not have a proper wash when our ship docked in
Bremerhaven for repairs and we got fresh water found I had
an extra pair of socks I didn’t know about
it was wonderful having a hot shower I stayed under it til someone
complained I was using all the warm water, even today the sense
of cleanliness makes me shudder with delight.
Whatever I had done in my youth the night before it helped
to have a shower and wash the sin away the smell of “life buoy.”
the only soap we knew about, made the difference the ******
loved it they knew you were clean ******
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
Here rests a future
Untouched and eager
for light
Wanting to exude its aromas
of which I neither looked
nor cared.
She handed me the match
fresh, burning bright,
a new sense in my familiar room.
Baffling confusion
overtook as I blew her match
so stubborn
to extinguish
in a faint stream of
smoke still thinning.
Was I
the stubborn?
Subsequent darkness
overtaking
Once a sweet home
Now a paralyzing loneliness.
Match burnt, candle gone
future still…
Will another offer to
light my dark corners
--myself willing,
with a newfound scent?
A day may come
to end my night,
but I only care to see
the one I once hid from.
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
i begin to arise
looking over into your gaze
so that i can feel you
breathless and shaken
with joy in your eyes
thirst overtaking the impulse
to feel how strong this love is
rubbing your skin
exposes the warm static throughout
im left without air
asphyxiating for pleasure
head rushing
groaning your name
please keep going
you keep our skin vibrating
and purging the toxicity of the world from us
taking in only me
you can feel my pulse
radiate from your sacral place
with you gushing out
like the words it takes to tell you
that i love you
and want to fill the empty spaces within
for a moment
i feel like we’ve become one
our bodies sing
heavenly tones echo within the confines of this home
with archangels watching over
as we fulfill our celestial fate
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 11:30 AM UTC
I saw the familiar
rose-flush dust
shoot from my
fingertips,
the day
I finally
decided
to snap out of it.
I had forgotten what lived inside me.
I snapped again
at the
worrywart hut
I'd created
for myself
to live in.
And again, once more
for all time
gone
to my mind's
incessant banter
and going-on's
with
the
flirty,
too flirty,
doubting Adonnis.
The fog was heavy,
in its resilience against my
needs
to get it right,
overtaking me in confusion,
making me forget
the reality
that lay beyond it.
Its grip was choking,
sending me reeling
through a
soul-tainting realm
I hated
I knew so well,
grasping
for anything
to hold on to,
anything that
looked
like
Life.
So,
with the moon
tonight,
I weep
for the many suns
sacrificed
to
Unbelief
and
the parts of me
permitted to be
plagued
by
poison
and
malpurpose.
Though,
with the same tears,
I will thank my God
that I can at least
see
what lies
within me
and again, once more
while the moon is still bright
for the gift to feel
remorse.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
The pain is still present,
steady as my heartbeat
but is no longer overtaking me
My heart aches
literally aches just by the thought of you
I want you to know that everything I said was true
and never have I doubted my love for you
So goodbye for now
hope to see you in my de ja vu
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
i.
Today, O' today
I got her letter in the mail;
Filled with pictures of mine
Queen, she sent me
Poems done by me, in her
Calligraphy.
ii.
Today O' today
I got lipstick kisses on
Her notes, the red stood
Out of all she wrote;
As her amour was
So fine.
iii.
Today O' today
Anon mine spirit's soared,
That fashionable vellum
O' I adored. O' Jane Sardua,
O' Jane of Earl. O' rose of Asia;
The Luzon's pearl.
iv.
Today O' today
I smiled again, because mine lover,
And mine best friend. Her ardent sonnet
Displayed her touch, grabbing mine soul,
In heaven's blush, silently tear's came to
a rush; from joy's overtaking.
v.
Today O' today
O'er the blue, I made mine stay.
Consatero, ah veray,
Queen Jane, Queen Jane,
Of Asia's praise;
Today O' today
How I fell in
Love again.
©,Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:53 PM UTC
Mediocrity isn't my favorite flavor
But I make do
Tasting other sensations and qualities as well.
Like candied revenge,
And carmeled success.
But mediocrity is slightly different
It's bitter...
But not enough that it would ever cause me to settle
For something else
That was further from my seated reach.
It's also stale, at times,
As if it were left out on a bar all night,
To be eaten by others looking for, well
Anything.
As I bit down on mediocrity once more
I couldn't help but salivate
At the thought of achievement and drive
Memories of their savory aftertastes overtaking the putty being mulled about my teeth.
And I swallowed the paste.
Mostly to get the taste out of my mouth.
But as my taste buds clear,
And my thoughts drift elsewhere.
The idea that one more hand full of mediocrity
Might not be that bad.
Creeps into the back of my mind.
After all,
It is within reach.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Dreary of a dark empty space,
The loneliness crowded,
Which somewhat I called—
"A Place Unwanted."
To them may it be madness:
A pretense of his suffering,
His mindful selfishness.
But not how I would label me.
To be covered in lunacy:
Lies coming from about,
Changing colors and theme,
Wading of goodness.
Their ways of hypocrisy.
I was a sea of countless woe,
To be brave but unsure.
Am I ever safe, if I never show?
The gaiety beyond avenue,
Through under glass I look.
The joy fits for most,
But not a dream to be oath.
Overtaking my inmost true,—
These things behind the sun.
What I should walk away from,
But it could never be done.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
My room has become a little less me
And a little more you
You've rubbed off on things by the shelf
Memories coated in a thin veil of you.
Dust prints on forgotten things.
Goodnight, goodnight, memories
Hung on the door.
Corners found branded with your name,
Initials carved into dry wall.
Things rearranged the way you like them,
The imprint of an old room grows tall,
Overtaking what's left.
Goodnight, goodnight memories
Stored in my drawer.
The girl in my bed reminds me less of her
And more of you, you see.
Or more strictly, how she could never kiss
Me, not like how your kisses could be.
Goodnight, goodnight, girl unbelonging
Next to me.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 4:30 AM UTC
I hold you in my heart
For my arms just shan’t
From the very early start
This sickly sweet torment
A quench-less thirst
A hunger I cannot Fill
Loving anguish, turned curse
Is for you what I feel
As I daze in your eyes so green
I am consumed with you
The most beautiful I have seen
And ache the very touch of you
The heart alone has its reasons
To succumb to such forbidden devotion
Unbearable loving emotions
Secret I dare not to mention
You are the treasure I hide to keep
Buried in my chest’s own heartbeats
The one & only so many do seek
The one who would make me complete
A barely audible whisper
Surround my thoughts of lust & sin
A dream state I relish to linger
Shivers overtaking my skin
Desire of lips tenderly touching
Hands passionately holding
A sweet embrace quietly waiting
Patience Painfully persisting…
So close, yet away from my reach
I will be waiting for all seasons passing
Shall life be kind to grant me my wish
I vow to give you my heart forever loving
What is meant to be
Will always find its way
So I hope, beg & pray
Fate to bring you to me one day
...I hold you in my heart...
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 9:10 AM UTC
I don't know what to do
Can't run
Can't hide
Can't get my life to balance
The darkness overtaking me
I don't know what to do when there's
No one there to help
No one there to wipe my tears
No one there to allay my fears
When the demons inside overcome me
The darkness is almost to my soul
I need help
I need love
I need someone there
But nothing is working
The demons are here to stay
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
I find myself in a daydream about those lips
Slowly caressing every inch of my body down to my hips
Leaving me in such a state that I cannot control mouth
Deep moans of yes and no and baby please don’t stop
I find myself surrounded in your arms, lost in your voice
I’m not fighting the mood but it takes m y body by force
Blessing my ears with such a tone of memorization
Sending me into a ****** state of confusion
That only you control and I dare not fight the hold
Cause everything you are doing is like food to my soul
As if I need it to continue for my own survival
The thought of you stopping and leaving gives me a taste of dehydration
Hogging this glass of water to the death of me, you hydrate me
Close my eyes as I continue to steady my breath
So much water I’m drowning in my water flow
Trying desperately to keep my head above the current only to be dragged down to the bottom
The water overtaking my body granting me the pleasure of feeling every desire you have
Reaching out for your face to pull you close, gazing into those eyes
Seeing the passion you have for me only takes us to new depths of waters
Suddenly the effort to breath becomes easier as we are exchanging an never ending oxygen support
Legs wrapped around you waist, squeezing to keep you near
As my body is shaking with overwhelming pleasure from this sea we have created
Wanting to bring you to the edge of the waterfall and watch you overflow your self
Both of us deep underwater submerged in love
Suddenly floating to the surface again
It seems we overdosed on love, in our own sea we drowned.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
She feels so lost, so alone
Emptiness consumes her soul
Her world has just become unknown
Surrendered to the knife of strife
Cuts so deep, cuts that bleed
Smothered she is by the knife of life
Her heart is ripped to shreds
Her young mind is surrounded by fear
False promises ring in her head
Demons are overtaking her soul
Sacrificed she becomes to the blade
Her release from the never ending cold.
Staring off into the wide open sky
She sees all the stars that shine so bright
Hope starts to glisten back in her eyes
Escaping from all that consumed her mind
the smile once lost, is finding its way back
Slowly but surely…in time
The knife wins again, this time deep
Extreme emotion floods her body
The blood runs down to meet her feet
Her eyes drift off and start to fade
Her world has just come to close
Her soul surrendered to the blade
She screams out for help in her own little way
But no one is there…
She is left in the shadows, left behind in the darkness
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
She was walking alone in the rain.
All of life was just so full of pain.
She smiles throughout the day.
No one asks, so there is nothing to say.
That's the funny thing, about walking in the rain..
No one can see the tears falling endlessly down your cheeks, no one can see the pain.
She wakes up and she starves herself, trying to be perfect in someones eyes.
No one notices all the pain, or how often she cries.
Depression overtaking her mind.
All she feels is pain, never love; nothing kind.
There is a secret she buries deep within..
And if anyone knew, they would say suicide is a sin..
She is going to let the smile fall, she is going to succumb to the pain.
Nothing more to say as she walks through the rain.
She walks to the place she will say goodbye..
Somewhere beautiful so no one will cry.
She smiles as the blade slides across her wrist.
Darkness has tainted her soul, demons kissed.
She lays down, looking up at the skies.
The most beautiful thing in her eyes.
She starts to close her eyes, the blood flowing free.
She whispers, im coming home, to fly with the angels, can't you see?
Soon her vision fades to black.
She knows, it's to late no going back..
In the rain, she lay there dying.
Everyone thinking she was happy, never seeing her crying..
She hid it well, but you should have seen.
How could you not hear, the nightmare, it made her scream..
You ignored the signs, they were all clearly there..
So, she knew, no one would care.
She took her life, and you sit and wonder why..?
You have no right, because she was begging you every time she would cry.
You ignored her pain, because you were scared..
You showed her, no one cared..
She was a broken heart in a shattered world, she would spend hours in the rain, crying..
When inside, she was already dying..
Famous last words, Im fine, and out came that smile.
When in reality she was begging, look, please save me, go the extra mile..
But you took her word, and that sealed her fate.
She was living in a dying state..
Her eyes could not lie.
So why did you listen, when the tears were always there, about to cry..
You will never know the reasons why.
So don't torture yourself with the questions, because no matter what she was gonna die..
You could have looked and seen, always going for a walk in the rain.
The only time she could clearly express her pain.
She will live in our hearts, a memory..
But what she needed was you to see...
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 4:20 PM UTC
I am sun and you are moon.
Caressing countlessly
Cranes and Starlings swoon
With love effortlessly.
I paint the daybreak flawless
with color sinking in
Moon is gathering the waves
while Mantas sink and swim.
You wrap yourself in darkness
with holes and craters deep,
Orbiting a world that has you
shackled at your feet.
I can see it spinning, with
everything it holds.
And I'm afraid that one dark day,
it might just steal your soul.
I can't control your presence
parading atmosphere,
And must not always worry
That the waves will disappear.
Nor reminisce on memories
so many "moons" ago,
That orbit other planets,
of which we'll never know.
And maybe all this warmth
inside my soul so bright,
is overtaking judgment
and misjudging moon at night.
The heat within me rising
might be unwarranted.
So I will just shine brighter
and make flowers bloom instead.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
Clashing lights from the shadows;
Thundering in constant motion
Red swarms overtaking the blue nights,
A grand disturbance -
Raging through the cosmos
Shifting the course of this endless strife
(Wake up now,
We have misconstrued our fate)
Spiraling forth, into nebulous unknown
The force flows from within;
Embrace the cause -
To restore a balance lost aeons ago
Gears turning towards a lie
Deceived by peace
Crucial moments for the light;
Two tides collide
Detrimental,
Sacrifices,
Interstellar transmutation
Exiled till, the return of the progeny
Remnants of the order
Confined to, the corners of the galaxy
Strengthened, by the chosen one
Fallen hero;
Exalts into gradeur
Shining greater than the stars
Universal luminescence
Macrocosmic ~
As Above So Below
Frequencies resonating,
Constructing wretched Elysium
Eternal cataclysm,
Decimation
A massive surge of power;
Lost, following the stars of scripture
Kingdoms falling one by one ~
NOVUS ORDO
Symmetry unfolds
Visions pass
Fallacies expose
Divine excursion
Escape the stasis
Elevate, frame of mind
Amidst resistance;
Ignite lucidity
Harmony engulfs,
This fractured existence
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
*since I wept poems freely,
from rise to set,
every breeze, every minute, each bladed grass,
a creation-emotion overtaking
the residue is
every pen dry,
every pencil nubbed,
every free and white
piece of paper,
even all the napkins,
Picasso scribbled
but this one compelled to
rise and set,
before you placed
with a gratitude that
needs no explaining,
a poem,
first and knighted as*
Camaraderie
a tired, benighted idea,
oft expressed,
that cannot be contained,
swelling up, chest burn bursting
and it's not yet 600am
but the sun demands
payment for admission to this
morning's performance,
which will never be rebroadcast
so in humility, I
offer up this scrap,
in hopes it earns me
one more show tomorrow
pleasing him,
by pleasing you
we write with many motives,
but this ticket is
for my friends here,
genuine camaraderie that is holy,
sourced from holy water,
"straight from the water"
within our physical selfs
your arm unasked slung
over my shoulder,
your words my inspiration,
your demands, none,
other than give a listen
which is no demand,
but sweet sugar daily,
crazy stupid flooded
teary-eyed
through words care crafted,
I have found so many
gentle kind
that without hesitation,
I find myself blessing us all
by repeatedly uttering
Hallelujah!
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
i recall
with a fondness
blurred by years
the town of
my formative years
in the mountains
the heart of the table lands
dissected by a highway
it crouched, along the sides
of a shallow valley
i remember a greeness
that came from the trees
eucalypt and pine
most prominent
in my mind
and the grass that grew
lush and tall
only to be mown
each Saturday morn
i remember
churches and schools
the wide expasnses
of playing fields
and parks with
hurdygurdys and swings
i remember the pool,
that too turquoise
rectangle,
that glistened
with wet invitation
and on the highest peak
the stolid grey water tower
lording it over all
i remember rough tarmac
under my feet, running from
light pool to light pool at dusk
and frost on picket fences
in early mornings,
like delicate sugar candy
solidier braving the early sun
our house, small on a large block
with hydrangea at the front
wisteria overtaking the fenceline
an at the back door a concrete slab
painted fire engine red,
but faded to overipe watermlon pink
poplar trees garding the back
and the smell of onions
burning on the grill
hill's hoist with tennis ball
and pantyhose
standing to silent attention
and in the forground
my brothers and clans
playing football, league
with passion and
burgeoning skill
all this comes to mind
on a cold winter's day
i may of come a long way
but my heart still
ties me to there
and the memories
make the knots
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
with all this sleepless night
wide eye like butterflies
fields of yesterday's pain
take a step to look
feel the whispers at the back
memories again haunted me
with all your pretty lies
words of shredded disguise
a promising of dreams
only to have realize
a state of foolish paradise
storming forever haunted me
with every blinded glass
musing images of our past
infatuations overtaking
wondering why it never last
weeping every tear to fall sleep
a finished love that haunted me
with every sickening heed
a figure keeps to overdue
fragments, a drowning sea
twisted disenchantment
on the floor, now gently fading
ending, but still haunted me
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
the flowers bloomed under my chest cavity;
overtaking my ribs,
suffocating my lungs,
growing a garden right from
the bottom of my heart.
the roots dug inside my organs;
piercing my flesh,
crawling up my throat,
squeezing out my air and gripping
the words down under.
theres a garden of heartbreak that
bloomed just for you.
stealing my pulses,
stopping my heartbeats,
waiting for something you cant give;
your love.
Sep 19, 2019
Sep 19, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
is carpeted with snowdrops.
did you see them at 60mph,
overtaking. did you slow later
to see the next drift. did you reach
your destination safely.
did you stop for coffee there,
have a chat, look at the meat
and biscuits.
did you see the rainbow that
spanned the empty house.
did you ever wonder,
what happened next?
it is a small life, treat
it gently.
sbm,
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
The maroons scored the first try hooray hooray
It was converted oh yeah hooray
You see it went upstairs and it was decided the try is theirs
So the might of Queensland
Are the first scorers
But then after 5 minutes or so
The mighty blues scored their first and it was fun so fun
Will the blues win
Well that will only happen if
They can keep it up oh yeah
The score is 6-6
Then there was some silly moves but it was cool when the blues broke loose then the maroons broke loose
Until the blues broke loose to score an unconverted try
To make the score 10-6
Making Queensland lick their wounds
And just as the blues scored that try they took the ball and ran it down to score another try
To make it 16-6 poor buggery
Maroons what is happening
At present the blues are too good
And that was the lead at half time oh yeah and the maroons had a very close chance
But the blues are in front
Dude it is great
Can they keep it up oh yeah
Buckaluck
After a few of misses and mistakes the mighty Maroons
Are hoping to have started a small heart attack by racing in
With a converted a try to make the score 16-12 the crowd roar and cheer so loud
And let's hope this game doesn't disappoint the crowd
The blues make this slip up which could be bad for their chances of the second match
The score is still the blues up by 4
But more misses like that
Could be their destiny
It is touch and go for the blues cause the maroons are looking like overtaking the lead but the blues stopped them
As well as an injury to the maroons and this will
Make them conquer all
The hopeless blues knocks the ball on and the maroons get the ball back yeah
What is happening to those hopeless blues
The maroons scored a try to tie it up
And Thurston is the player to
Bring the maroons leading again
Yeah mate yeah he got the goal
18-16 to the maroons
What will the last 2 minutes hold yeah buddy boy the maroons are too strong and bold
As we draw the final curtain
The maroons came back to beat the blues 18-16
They were down by about 10
Mate but the pressure from the maroons was too strong
Cheer cheer the Queensland team the blues played like ****
But as that final
Curtain drew
Yeah we sink down our vb
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC