"pookie" poems
****
*****
…………………..slick……slippery……………….
………………snatch……...vagina…………………..
……………mitten…………..kitten………………….
………… pookie…………….treasure………………
…..……..pudding…………..poontang………………
…………..poonani…………..scootie………………..
……………smitten…..………nookie………………...
………………sweet…..……...candy………………...
………………..warm……….mound……………….....
…………………...sink……pink………………………..
……………………bush….trim………………………..
……………………………..…tight………………………………
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
The lumad in her doesn't go away,
The map's of time; written
Upon her face. O' the
Stories, of her kin dost speak; an empress
Of the Subanon, she is strong, I weak.
Tis she's sedulous, in her way's of hard
Work, knowledge do I gain, she guideth
Me in the rain; she dryeth mine tear's,
With her malong of royal worth.
Tis God's known her from her birth,
He picked her from the Mindanao Sea;
Verily, verily she's a sacred one,
Every breath she breathes is turquoise green.
And when she takes her daily breath,
Psalm's compose inside her chest, inside
Her chest where her heart doth beat;
Beat's of holiness, in whitened sheets.
Wild child of unknown path's, mine
Guide, mine friend, soulmate of the past;
Lover now, as wilt alway's be, do I learn,
So much I've yearned, from God's eastern breeze.
O' tis she's free, she's just like me,
As I am her; O' I am her; she call's
Me pookie, she's mine mi amour,
Mine Reyna, girl, Jehovah's daughter.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Im Sitting Here
Thinking about life.
As The Homies Are Taking Turns
Passing, Shot Gun
Sniffing, Racking, hot railing
Twisting
The Pookie Pipe 666
The Devils Clear ****
There Getting lost in that ****
Addicts since they were all youngin
Kicking it with 19, 25 30 40 year olds
Im Looking, Then Im looking down.
see the pipe passed on to me
Where ibegan to think and
Look Down On my
Life.
Reality hits me.
Im following the same line, chasing the same thang
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:14 PM UTC
Please don't call me "hunni"
Please don't call me "cutie pie"
Please don't call me "pookie-bear"
I am a 22 year old male.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
i.
Settle me down
Tuck me in;
Kiss mine cheek
Put me to bed.
ii.
Closeth thy lid's
Then I'll closeth mine;
Goodnight mine Jane
Seeith thee in the morn'
iii.
Goodnight
O' here cometh the sun;
Awake, awake,
Mine chosen one.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( pookie)
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
Amain I want to maneuver
Onward into her incandescent
Cloak, as the igneous smoke
That arises. Mine eye's art
Tired and crying; as I just
Want one fragment of her
Skin to feeleth. O' as a man
For I'm weak, as an extra-
mundane being mine thought's
Come out faster then mine
Word's canst speak. I wilt
Continueth not in the flesh,
For the flesh burdeneth the
Soul; though in patience
And spirit, ourn long-
Suffering shalt be made
As the finest of gold. O'
Loveliest Jane, thought
Of mine thinking's, red
In mine brain, How the
Day's and night's art
Long, though I wilt
Still continueth in
Prayer, hymns
Song. Giving
Glory for what
I do hath. In happy or
Sad, good and bad; I'll always look ahead.
To the morrow wherein mine frown wilt be laughter and the roses I shalt giveth thee wilt be of rose loving scent. O' soon mine tear's shalt be dried, and mine phantom wilt no longer be in rent.
As I giveth gratitude to ourn Potter who maketh all thing's new,
Who bringeth water, with droplet dew, who maketh bird's hath nest's, and babies hath homes, in places of peacefulness. O' if the morrow doth for some reason not arrive; I'll send thee an engravement on mount Malindang, With the ring that never
Made it to thee; and mine kisses to spell thy name.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
You have no clue about the lengths that I'd go too,
To hear your curling name on the merciful wind,
To caress your slender fingers inside my own hands.
The earth bore my heavy footsteps-
It is a long fall here, from Eden, and I broke many bones,
Just trying to get to you. Just to
Roll your name inside my mouth like a prayer. Just to
Hold you in sweet devotion, the two of us, wanting for nothing more than we could
Fit in our hands.
So when you call me, late at night, with a bottle or two in your hands,
Telling me all the things your mother
Should've said. And didn't.
Know that to be near you-
Even in a phone call. Even in a dream.
Is the thing I have wanted since before I knew your name.
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 3:36 PM UTC
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JųŞŧ ɧɛř קřɛŞɛŋĆɛ
MąҠɛŧɧ mɛ ąცŞզųąŧųٳąŧɛ;
I'm ʝųŞŧ ą קɛąŞąŋŧ
TıŞ Şɧɛ'Ş ŧɧɛ զųɛɛŋ ơʄ ŧɧɛ Şŧąř'Ş Şɧɛ ŋą۷ıɠąŧɛŞ.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (pookie) dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
Love like ours hard to find. Crazy for each other like eminem and shady combined. Love fiend, you're my adrenaline rush like morphine. You are every pill I ever taken for depression, you're my Xanax. You are my chocolate cake as if every day was my birthday. You are the ****** to my withdrawals. lived all 365 in twenty fourteen. With you I can not die. With you I am most high. Not even snow angels got me this close to God. You are my cardiac arrest waiting to happen, can wait to be Harlem shaking like back in the early two thousands. Love fiend, for you I **** like Crack did to pookie. You are my health. My fruits and vegetables handly picked for me. you are my blueberries and pineapples. You are my asparagus and mushrooms all ready to eat. Love like ours hard to find. Far from humanly connection all the stars were aligned by gods from the belt of Orion. Love fiend, crazy. For you I live an die you are my Crack queen baby. My only addiction.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 5:41 PM UTC
The most beautiful, stunning creation I've ever seen.
Earl Jane, O' Earl Jane;
The most wondrous aglow, from her shoulder's doth flow.
Reyna, O' Reyna;
Paradise lies, betwixt her eye's, I'm embellished by her presence.
Vasílissa O' Vasílissa;
The most beautiful, stunning creation I've ever seen.
O' how I'm blessed to hath a Queen;
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( pookie) dedication
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
last I wanna see or hear
is you cried.
cause the pain I get from that hurts inside.
I feel your sorrow,I feel how hollow.
But remember,If i'm in your heart then move on to tomorrow.
Cant you see? Baby?
The love I have is truly, eternally,And specifically yours?
The only women in my life that I adore.
That I respect and cherish each sec,when you take away my breath.
with you I live for.
Do or don't tell me more,
If you wanna keep to yourself I understand,and I respect that.
But baby when you cry,its my job,my priority to prevent that.
Make sure that,each tear is less dense and not emotionally filled.
its not your fault,it never will.
So please don't regret any choice you made babe,cause my love will ill.
I know you cry to get it out and,It will never happen when my heart is in.
Each tear will dissapear,and any fear,we'll overcome.
As long as I can heal it,With God's help Love will always be sung.
With each breath from my lungs,not asthma can prevent me,to stop running with those tears.
I catch each one,kiss each one,and let the pain dissapear...
Not one will slip,from my hand,
As long as your heart has grip on me,
I help you stand.
YOU'LL never need another hand.
Cause my heart,my love,MY trust,I will be the only man.
3-28-12
Each day,
each week,
each kiss we give,
every time we speak,
I fall hard with love for you so strong it leaves me weak,but I still give.
MY BOO! I mean,your my one,and only!.
DONT ever forget,I'm here,you never are lonely.
BAbe,
My pookie,
My joy.
my sweet cookie,
Lovey dovey chipsahoy.
sweet kissy kiss smoochy smoochy.
EACH moment with you is filled with bliss,
romance,and butterflies make heart and stomach lift.
Tisk-tisk-tisk
Yeah! -.-
→You now you always win.
In any love fight we have,
but I always win if we both end up cuddlin.
And snugglin,with alotta smoochy! smoochy!
Cmon admit it ;)
(its a tie),
Don't cha think mi pookie?
Haha I love everytime we hold hands,and its like there's no limmit to our convos.
No matter where we stand
You light my side up with one smile,a blessing to witness and have,your time and attention,
I can go on for miles.
I CAN say the things that makes your day,And remind you of my support and love for you,Like I did last nite.
Before you went to bed,
You gotta a text from me,and you read,all the sweet comforting.Words that I wrote,
you can almost hear me sing.
Even if my voice is bad,
I'm glad that your nite was made, And I can rest myself.
Knowing our love safe,
And your tears are saved.
BY: Emmanuel JV Hernandez
6/28/12
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
Hey stranger!
Hows it going buddy?
Pretty well pal?
I hope so friend.
Hey Friend!
You're pretty great bestie.
Did you know that Dude?
I hope so sugar.
Hey Sugar!
You're really amazing baby.
Did you know that cutie?
I hope so lover.
Hey Lover!
I love you honey.
Do you love me too princess!?
I hope so sweetie pie.
Hey Sweetie Pie!
Why didn't you come home last night pumpkin?
Did you get caught in traffic pookie?
I hope so liar.
Hey Liar!
Did you love him cheater?
Was he worth it you harlet?
I hope so stranger.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
i.
Iwis, in the overt eye's,
Her, mine Jane; ii.
I'll lionize. Erelong, the psalmody
Of courting gesture;
A consort's
diadem,
Meet
for
Treasures.
iii.
Tambourines shaketh
Whilst sistrum's
Jangle; horn's
And pipes
In the melody
Tangle.
iv.
Sitar and harp peal,
Shofar's explode
The comet's; un-
earthed by seven
seal's, reeling in
Renewal and
birth's of one
mindset.
v.
Free will is chosen,
though by Yahweh
abideth we; unclad
to the human fad,
In love- O' blessed
To be.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( pookie dedication)
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
i.
I canst not thanketh thee enough, for assuaging mine pang's
On earth, in heaven, on the dwarf planet's, in thy kiss of leaven;
When thou art down, I'll taketh thine frown, when broken, when hopeless, I shalt giveth thee mine own gladness; lifting thy smile.
ii.
In cities, in town's, aloft the skies, on the ground, in the open, in the wild, cadmium yellow floret's, mine Asian child, in thy eye's;
In thy laugh, passed the noise, of hellish mess, passed the pain's, madness and stress; I shalt always be by thy waistside, mine pet.
iii.
In ourn life, and beyond ourn death's, we shalt meeteth at the place of holiness, tis not a place sculpted by hand's of men;
Tis a place of dominion's and kingdom's. Inside God's house wherein we shalt be in peace, the angel's shalt singeth, halo sleep.
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley (Pookie) dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
i.
Aloof, alamoth shalt be as caffoy
To the effulgence; betwixt the
Stretched out firmament.
None more dacryop's; for
Euphoria is permanent.
ii.
Multicolored adamant to be ourn walking step's,
None ado; an ambassage of love so true, apace
When airborne-balm of soothe.
iii.
Cheek to cheek, Rosy blush
**** Top-to-feet, robed by
Heat; from white sustaining
Spirit.
iv.
Mine lady, closer-feeleth me. Graze mine inner
Being. Touch mine blood that sing's; when thou
Art close. No longer art we the norm, we're now
Perfected from the storm's.
v.
Surmounting through those once
Infernal
Ghost's.
vi.
O' now we art untouched, protected
Alongside high-rank Host's;
Beauty is the most enlightening,
Being seen through thine
Glorious view.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( pookie) dedication
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
tap Tap TaP
the spoon on the hot rim
sing, sing sing
TechKiss is in the kitchen
9 becomes 10
Swinging with them
Sudden grins
chop the veggies
make it good
I rock longways
I love music
Improves my mood
Singing in the kitchen
Songs stirring in the mix
Hoppin John bubbles for another 6
First play of 6's and 7's
my ears are in heaven
Lunges and squats
my kitchen workout...
You owe like Pookie
plays adds some swell
Oh fuoockie
I love this cd ..I YELL
Techn9ne rules
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
****
*****
…………………..slick……slippery……………….
………………snatch……...vagina…………………..
……………mitten…………..kitten………………….
………… pookie…………….treasure………………
…..……..pudding…………..poontang………………
…………..poonani…………..scootie………………..
……………smitten…..………nookie………………...
………………sweet…..……...candy………………...
………………..warm……….mound……………….....
…………………...sink……pink………………………..
……………………bush….trim………………………..
……………………………..…tight………………………………
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Inside this poesy bower,
Do I, I do; await mine
Fresh sprayed flower,
To seest her blossom
Shower's; her honey-
Comb word's, her
Eastern dew. Burgeon-
Closely; abide with me,
Where thou art mine
Muse. Finger's wilt be
etching tool's to create
Master-designs; in the
Cloud's that reside.
Hide and seek, thus
Love we'll find; there
In ourn eyne, where
It's been all along. Do
I, I do; await this time,
Dusk til' dawn.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( pookie dedicated)
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC
****
*****
…………………..slick……slippery……………….
………………snatch……...vagina…………………..
……………mitten…………..kitten………………….
………… pookie…………….treasure………………
…..……..pudding…………..poontang………………
…………..poonani…………..scootie………………..
……………smitten…..………nookie………………...
………………sweet…..……...candy………………...
………………..warm……….mound……………….....
…………………...sink……pink………………………..
……………………bush….trim………………………..
……………………………..…tight………………………………
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Well...
I heard it from Pookie
Who's real tight with Sookie
You know 'cuz
They're twins 'n all
And they're both from the neighborhood
When it all went down, guess they seen it too
Eyewitnesses times four
You know 'cuz
They two got a pair of blinkers
You know --peepers! Oculus instruments
You know ... These! (Wink wink hint hint)
Brown eyed, blue bright
Or "whatever you say Iris!"
She was the one with the twirly hair
And the swirly speech
Rollin' up on all of her
You know ... Gelatinous gelatina ****
Rubberneckin'
Don't mess with this!
"Uh huh"
"Nah ah, oh no she didn't ..."
Throwing ghetto out her mouth
Talkin about. yo mama
So PHAT
(Pretty Hot & Tempting)
For a rotisserie or deep fried in Crisco...
And you know
If the chicken heads are plucky and loud
Clucking chis-miss rumors
About
How she did done killed her molester
"Down that poor dirt road"
"I can still hear the gospel sang,
the surrounding churches'
Southern love to be loud, wafting
With the breeze through the long grass
Walking, closer to home, a hush...
Back when we folk were shiny skinned
With sweat of Summers' Lovin
Or late night lullaby in' ...
Baby's lil babe
She said he couldn't fall to sleep
Until this Final one"
When it all went Smack!
Talking for no reason now
(Just wanna be heard)
Throwing shade in the hot shadows
Her hollering voice
Reciting not laws but what's right for sho'.
A weeping willow
A peacock
A desperate clarinet cry
Look here now ! Don't miss out !
And that was when Pookie & Sooky
Took home mama Mook,
Who's complaining like Chubacca
Furry as the Wookie
Drunk as the fish in Tequila Seas...
But whatever battle she took to words
In the shadow of
Bars brawls and loss of conscience,
Everyone here / neighbors hear
The hoods we're in
She said the clouds! in the sky
"They was the lot of them
throwing most heinous shade!"
And whatever
You took from that there blathering
Wagging tongues
Talking smack. (That's on you)...
*In the dim domain of drank and diggitty
They carry the haunch away*
Three shadow figures
one is itchin' at her arm...
Smack
Throwing Shade.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 7:20 PM UTC
Little by little,
The passion fades,
The love falls away,
And little by little,
My soul shrivels,
You say that you love me,
But do you,
So you really love me,
Or do you say it just,
To appease me,
You said that you would be there forever,
But will you,
No you won't because really you don't want me to stay,
You want him,
And him alone,
I'm just a back up plan of a back up plan,
But yet here I am even when your love fades away,
And your passion has all but disappeared,
Mine only expands,
And my love grows stronger,
For although I am only third best,
I am still here for you shnufflepuff,
My love my be blind love and devotion,
But it is unconditional love,
Forever in love with you.
Signed
Pookie.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
Pookie bear
Mi ángel
I am trapped in your love stare
You’re an undistressed damsel
Confident to take on the world
Your dreams within your reach
Everywhere you twirled
Swirled precious quotes you preach
Inspiring those that follow you
Mi linda mariposa
Your wings sparkle as you flew
Nuestro vínculo es lo más hermosa
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
We started out as daddy's little girls
And you did your best to shelter us from the world
But somewhere along the line
The world was not so kind
When we needed you most
You disappeared like a ghost
Drowning in a case of Labatt Blue
Thinking we had no clue
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
Physically And chemically Addicted is One thing.
Being mentally Addicted
Is Another.
I'm A Smart Girl.
Unfortunally I'm clever For what's opposite of Good.
I've been Addicted Chemically.
So Hooked I felt I Needed to Get High To continue Breathing.
I needed A fix everyday To function in life.
I've been addicticted Emotionally.
Every time I Felt Some sort of sadness. I needed to Take
A hit or do A line.
I didn't want to deal with my problems or feel Upsetting emotions.
Ive been Addicted Physically.
I Was Inlove With the routine of Fixing A Line. I Was obsessed With Packing, lighting , Melting and hitting the pookie. It all amazed me and I was stuck on The routine.
Im Currently Addicted mentally.
I consider this To Be
the worsest thing.
You see I've been Sober.
My minds constantly Reminding It's self About the good times.
I'm Always Coming across Things that Remind me of getting high.
When I'm Unhappy, Thinking of dope gets me happy.
It's insane.
To Conpletly Stop This horrific cycle I must Work On Forgetting About It .
Need to learn not to reminisce.
I've Relapsed.
All due To my mentality.
It's clever ways Have made its sources To my Brain.
It Plans Scenerios Before it Plays
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
I was a chain child, a pookie,
A hellion with a smile,
Tied tight to the backyard clothesline,
No doubt, no kapp.
I got loose. Vicked down highway 2.
Two years old.
Five miles between person a yo-yo
And drunk parents.
I was laughing, lizzing,
The highway clocked up, ripping and running.
The cops finally tagged me, brought me home.
Barely remember but I do.
I was running from them.
Still.
Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 11:22 AM UTC