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brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk
Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust;
I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide
I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside.

ii

I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand
I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan;
I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to,
Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse.

iii

And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's
Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part;
Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire
Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire.

iv

Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang
Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's;
She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask
Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Bayanihan- means a spirit of communal unity and cooperation in Filipino....
Muni-muni- means to think deeply or ponder in Filipino
Humaling- means extreme fondness.,..
Siping means - to lie down beside someone.
Makisig means well dressed way I used it, can also mean dashing and georgious in Filipino.... Enjoy!!!!!
Classy J Aug 2019
Embers of fire cast out like ghosts.
As crickets chirp through the night.
Enjoying this time with you.
Under the moon.
Siping sweet nectar.
Reminiscing.
Kindred spirts intertwined.
Used to be lost.
Until I was found.
Was a monster.
Everyone always running out my life.
Was a monster.
Until you entered my life.  
And stayed.
But it was a different feeling for me.
I even tried to push you away.
Because I felt unworthy.
Because monsters can’t have happily ever afters.
At least that’s what I thought.
Isolated myself from relationships.
In my cave of despair.
Thought no one cared.
Until you entered my life.
Like a kindred spirit.
You understood me.
You didn’t fear me.
And that felt as refreshing as cold mountain water.
And as unlikely as it seems,
Not only did a beauty fall in love with this beast.
But a Beast fell in love with a beauty.
I thought a chance for love was extinguished.
But like embers of fire we were cast out like ghosts.
As crickets chirp through the night.
Enjoying this time with you.
Under the moon.
Siping sweet nectar.
Holding hands with you.
Embracing you.
When two kindred spirits become intertwined.
You know magic is still alive.
I used to be lost,
But then I was found.
And I’m glad you found me.
Believed me.
And helped me believe in love.
Vadim Slivinski Jan 2020
I’ve been sitting at a local fast-food joint
Waiting for my friend, who was outside
Having a chat with some girl he loved once;
He didn’t anymore and just wanted to set things straight.

I ordered myself a medium strawberry shake
And just sat there listening to Bill Evans
As the most peculiar thing caught my sight:
All around me were men in their 30’s and 40's,
Drinking draft beer and staring sadly
Either at their phones or simply at the table.
They all shared a common tired and dumb look;
Hell, I thought, how low do you have to be
To drink horrible overpriced beer at a fast-food joint
Alone, at 7 pm?

At the next table, two young girls
Were having a dinner; so smily, happy
And full of life I sat there overwhelmed.
Why not just go there and talk to them?
But those sullen faces kept staring,
Rigid and unemotional, except for an occasional sigh,
Immediately followed by a gulp.
I glanced at the same table again —
Those girls were gone and another
Asian woman was siping her coke…

Some hum broke through the Shadow of Your Smile.
I looked around: different men, same posture;
Same look, same sadness,
Same disgusting smell,
Same lonely warm beer.

I picked up my coat and my hat,
Tied my checkered scarf around the neck
And went outside,
Smiling.
This is not a poem
Originally posted on Medium in Poets Unlimited
https://link.medium.com/PMw6cH7FZ2
Ian J Caldwell Feb 2016
Loud booming 90's jams while sleepless people spend their clams
Bright lights full color, two random guys looking for their brother
How high is the limit? One hundred won't even last a minute
The ATM a blaze, I don't understand the craze
Kendrick busting out, he's the best rapper lately without a doubt
Cars come and go like the tickets of my pockets, hoping for no flat tires so there's no need for a socket
Gold and brown surrounding my eyes, 7:30 draws closer, oh how the time flies

Work, work, work, is that really what this is?
I guess this is the life though, the story of the biz
Those who lay waste to their capital are the ones who feel house rules are not applicable
Third time here stepping through the door and I feel much more loved than anytime before
A couple for a coat, another for their tote
Time ticks so slow tonight, is there such thing as a coffee flight?

Two girls walk by siping their drinks as they gripe, I wouldn't even talk to them, they're not the type
Ring rung goes the phone, this breaks the silence of being alone
The clock ticks near, the morning sky is far from clear
Until we meet again I'm going to dream, the feeling of bed just makes me gleam
Goodnight
Dyneisha Sep 8
You suffocate my breath as you are my poison
I can not get you outta my veins as the clock strikes 9,
Picking up a glass for you are fine wine
Siping you slowly cuz’ you are mine.

The rhythm of our breathing always matching; so divine,
To rewind time and take you a thousand times
Holding you hard as for you and I combine
Look at me; I wanna hear you scream you’re mine.

You are like a mirror so perfect and refined
I wanna be with you and tell stories of our time.

— The End —