"reawake" poems
if ever there were
gods or goddesses of desert
of the drylands
of parched earth some call home
they would be surprised to learn
of the miracle of
this Spring deluge
unfurling forth
from deep within
the crusty dermis
of this sublunar territory:
hydrangea and ***** apple flower,
intermingling their hues
of mauve and lilacs,
as well as the color of sky
blooms of the succulents
popping open
in celebratory dance
in wild fuschia
sunray butter:
a dazzling botanic trance
hollyhocks of magenta,
veils of bougainvellia, too
sweetpea clusters
curling in the trellis
weaving heavy-scented magic
through and through
a private orchard of lemon tree, and apple
olive and pistachio grove
One would not guess
the endless giving
of this desert treasure trove
And I feel like a goddess
of mythology softly spun
like Demeter, or Ceres
ancient Egyptian Renenutet
my hands spread out
in the licks of gentle sun
for as spring pours forth its honey
all through this barren land
I , too reawake
and flush out all the infected,
dust-scratched sand
I welcome in
the waters of abundance,
of love, of light under stars
let new energy wash out
old poisons
my radiance spilling far
Reaching out unto the Universe,
cradling this heart
I cup the buds of blooms,
of nectar
to inseminate my dark
allowing me
to release the past
and seed within me, lit
the atoms
of new
start
unfolding bit
by tender
bit
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Opening a book,
page one opens and I now reawake.
Leaving for adventures sake,
where fantastical creatures awake.
Legendary battles they will partake,
epic stories, they will make.
A great king will rise to power, yet he will fake,
now the lives of his people, he will forsake.
Their furies and frustrations, will oscillate, like a rattlesnake,
As the king sits upon his throne, realizing his mistake.
Oh, now he will leave behind a terrible wake,
as he will be cooked upon the stake.
Along with the witch he turned into a hotcake.
Oh, what a fate,
the king surely must hate.
As he burns to a flake,
falling to be scooped by a rake.
I must now put on the brake,
as it is getting late,
and into another day this story I must take.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
fresh juice of ripe fruit
soothes the young tongue's
craving for cold victory
it slithers down the throat
'tis a a waterfall, a spring;
vision returns to foggy eyes,
deathening ears reawake;
satisfaction tastes so good:
it tastes of livelihood
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
O' to thee this heart belongeth, to thee I layeth down all; exposed, unclothed, in spiritual configuration I'm raw. O' tis with thee I standeth tall, in sainthood hall's, erstwhile ripped and mauled; now reincarnated by thine enchanting call. I'm glorified, in thy eye's I taketh a dive; and splash. Inside thine dusky vision's I've found riches, wealth, a stash. A hideaway, wherein I'm faraway on cumuli of better day's, wherein ourn bodies sway, until were old and gray, and we reawake into eternal life. Husband and wife, to where all is right, and we art protected in the almighty author's finger's. A poetess Reyna as thee, and me as thine poet, and singer. Amour' bringer's, jotting dimple's as minstrel's atop holy church steeple's. Welcomed in by conglomerate people's; as we hold eachother's hand's, locking finger's to starlit showers. Tis we hold the key's to intimate and infinite hour's. We passeth the time by rhyme's of divine flower's that canst shimmer on a dime's notice. Unbound as a lotus; opening up ourn feather's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 2:42 PM UTC
I wake this place up
To bare my woes to the world
letting youngster recover from health
Giving guilt covered in laughter
This job i'd gotten from d onset of time....
Treachery , piracy,poverty and purgatory.
But this day I reawake
Shake my conscience with warm milky drinks
hold my hands by myself with myself
forgiving past and present hurts
reminding my self of the star in the dream
the visions of light....made plain to me
Will I let all this go?
having hangover keepsakes of no worth?
******* grinds and grinding peace?
Playing with hearts that look like flesh...
as the woman in me reminds me
Star-girl you rock .....don't give them a chance
The wounds will heal and the scars you'll forget
Overlook the pains
Push through this bush
The the road so bright is behind the ticket.......
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Did they care
When mothers passed from SARs
Or did they appear on nightly news programs
To kid about killing grandma?
Where was money spent, meant for the grid
Meant for widespread infrastructure
When my brothers and sisters
Died in cold, down in Texas
Of all places, yes, even the desert is cold
Compatriots please, reawake
Before the stranglehold turns to shackles
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 1:21 PM UTC
I stole you away from city lights
Yep held it in a brown balled paper bag
Drank in the words like liquor
I didn’t think anybody could see, really.
San Francisco stopped and got back on the treadmill
Made of silicon and now its gone
Beaded sweat of mind bleeds into the bay
I walked on the pier and teared up a little bit lip
The hills once covered in god are covered in another ones
I don’t know what to think of it at all
Grit the teeth against it and grind them to dust
Bite the tongue until it leaks sweet sanguine blood
I drink the wine and dine on the pain
And wish with all my dying heart to meet you again
But you are dead
Even the world you left is dead
And the minds of man are dying
Because they got way too mad of trying
Counter the counted counter-cultured counter-top
Endless sine of combating thought
I’ve walked to the golden-brown California hillcrop
And realized I stood on holy seasonal grassland genocide
With horror the minds withered United State Holodomor
Can I build a paper airplane to take away from here
In time you knew there was nothing here to fear
I cannot find it
Please help me find it
Your alley smells like **** and the taste of forlorn
Bay sits in hazy forever
The water still glitters god’s diamonds but it feels more like
A forgotten mound of coal
You cannot polish these timely souls
From bronze to something gold
If they do not want it
Men like you live to die
And we can pretend that there will be another to tell your place
But Socratic manners of speaking are banned
So too, will you be left on trial
The veil of night shines with roman jewels on an incandescent man-made interstate
I watch them sparkle in the receding mirror, all but the brightest remain
We built stars on our land and pretend they are god
And in a way they are
What poor representatives to those congresses of light
Impossibly far
So I must make do with the day we are born to
Speak words that mean worlds to you
And perhaps together we can reawake something
Disastrous after the soul, and open the I
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:58 PM UTC
You gotta let the blood out the body
You gotta let it all fade away
Once the blood is out the body
Then the body can reawake
You gotta walk the streets at night
Watch the victims shining bright
Waiting for dreams that never come true
Clinging to life nearly through
You gotta let the blood out the body
You gotta let it all fade away
Once the blood is out the body
Then the body can reawake
You gotta watch their eyes
No hiding, no disguise
Vacant pools lacking soul
Destiny’s ashes burning coals
You gotta let the blood out the body
You gotta let it all fade away
Once the blood is out the body
Then the body can reawake
You gotta cut the body wide
Gotta cut it deep inside
See the pictures life unfold
Death in jars, story told.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
My curiosity left me to searching you.
As I form your name,
I know exactly who,
It's time to start this game.
I enhance my appearance,
In a way you couldn't shake,
I'm making my reappearance,
It's time I reawake.
I knew I said I'd forget you,
I've convinced myself so much.
Even though I know I do,
I can't do as such.
There is something you have,
That grasps onto my heart.
It's like being cut in halves,
When we try to act apart.
Days ago, you accepted my request.
A memory I collect,
and send it to you in protest.
In hope you will reflect.
This morning I check up,
On this chest game I've made.
You replied a video saying " Sup!"
I'm surprised only a little delay.
My heart stops,
Your faint smile.
My bliss tops,
I ran that mile.
I have you once more,
I'm not letting you slip away.
I'm mending what' we tore,
By simple words we'll say.
I reply back,
My cheeks rosy red.
My confidence lack,
To those words you said.
Now I'm in my daily routine,
I see that you've receive,
I know that you've seen.
You smiled like I did,
That's what I believe.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC