"plumule" poems
Gloomy mood cheered up by the rain
It washes away our sorrow and pain
Lets cherish the nature's moment
Hark! the pleasant tip tap of rain
a rainy day
Boys,girls,young and old
Man,women, rich and poor
Do not resist to fall in love with
The thunder, drizzle, hail or snow
a rainy day
A curious frog hops up at the sky
Its right time to leap high
Craok! he calls intimately his
Better half to celebrate the rain
a rainy day
A plumule peeps out the pip
His first sight sees the drops
The crops dance along the stalk
The grains in wheat sips the drops
a rainy day
For me
The rain hides my tears
You can say its my fears
To lose my love in rain
Don't worry
Its a drop not my tears!!
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
i.
Detained, I am not
Enslaved in chain's;
I've broken those long ago;
Twas I was loosed,
By mine Earl Jane.
Mine Zion
Mine nirvana
From God.
ii.
Abandon her I shan't
She's the aye, in wholesome array;
Filipino by morn', winged one born,
Atop her green mountain view way.
Her baguette flake's falleth from her spanned plumule shadowy shade: whilst I kiss her feet, mine joyous tear's cleaneth her toe's, whilst on mine knee's, she smileth at me, whilst I sayest " I loveth thee more" she argue's back its her most.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
my little hummingbird
moving towards a stasis of light,
holding a simple secret, a bell's machinery!
trilling on wiry breath
or my mouth's plumule,
my chromatic bird,
unmoving as a bud translated
in reticence, plucked from
the mire of ground's vastness,
speaks only so timid of my
hand's agronomies,
glazed by a moment's fresh glare: your unending eyes that see
yet do not hear!
take my hummingbird and fly
with it! take it away from the peripatetic and plant it soft
to your mouth's jar!
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
Like a seed I was sown
In a soil deep and dark
hopeless and helpless
Like a prisoner in a dungeon
At the mercy of the guard
Keep me or discard me
My fate uncertain
Till the day of harvest
Alone in the midst of fellow inmates
Sentenced for life
Observing their state
A tiny hope filtered into ribs
Fed via a tiny hose
My only source of strenght
I slept in darkness
And rose in darkness
Counting my pulses
Hoping one day to see my kind
But like the plumule
I had just one target - the exterior
Waiting impatiently for the set time
Suddenly I heard a sound
The prison gate thrown wide open
But still I couldn't get out
From the other side I heard a deep voice
'At the count of three, push'
'One... two... three'
Whoever did the pushing I knew not
All I knew was that I was out at last
Though in the hands of the commander
But that bothered me no bit
After all for the first time
My innocent eyes saw the light
Tears followed a path down my cheek
I'm sure they wondered why I wept
Tears of joy of course
If only they knew my ordeal
These uncertain weeks
In my quiet heart I whispered
Free at last!
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC