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"undomesticated" poems
I stare, intently. He glances momentarily. With its big calf eyes, the skin peeling away from its lids and its hides. They float by, I gaze quickly at their popped peepers which are skinned like white grapes, and they go about their day. I love them, them and their color palate, their unique selection. Bloated and baggy, bubbling up, it looks so goofy that I cannot stand it. My mouth gapes at the dazzling gold bands, the alternating tan lines, the glow-in-the-dark marks, the cool blues and the light blues alike. They seem startled and pouty. But what to do about the **** They cannot leap the glass and twirl with us, dance with me, fly past the current ripping by. Poor things…how they wish they were wild, undomesticated and free. They want to be near us. I see it in the gestures of their prehensile ***** that smear the glass as they press in, trying to chart our turbulent patterns. I wonder in my head how they breathe so easily, flopping about their blue-tinted box, drinking deep the LOx fed in through a tube somewhere as the world morphs and vibrates between us. It is full of grey energy. Like a cloud in a lightning storm. Ever changing.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Aquarius
Indispensable thou art to mine skeleton's well being, O' Jane doth thou even knoweth thou art mine everything; promise do I Earl, mine pearl of the China divided briny; I seeith thee afar, yet thou art so close, into mine spirit thine ardor is shining. I'm high on thine ***** wilderness, I loveth thine wild untamed way's; thou art undomesticated, not caged, not the average "norm", thou art mine mate, mine consort, not just some woman- THOU ART WORTHY lass, not humankind's slave. O' the day, O' the day, is so much more beautiful, knowing thy loyalty is here to stayeth!!!! ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication- Filipino rose
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Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 4:46 PM UTC
Throwaway le fir , Ark Naofa dom ( Throwaway to men, holy ark to me) old irish tongue
He texted me seven minutes after I had decided to start calling my sexuality Coyote, because it was growling half-way through a book about ***** feminists and the hair on his chest had undomesticated me in a way that the thinking part of my brain didn't even believe was possible but reliving the sound of his laughter as he whispered in my ear to climb on top made me travel through space and time to kiss Lilith on the mouth and take Medusa home for one night.
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
Coyote.
Splendid leaves, all a swirl, spindly, wheeling, driving, curl, Amid the woods, the leaves unfurl; there stands a wild, happy girl. No ornament, goal, or mere décor; undomesticated; poor, Weapons wet with demon gore, stirring, bracing, running, roar. Sweet, and kind, her sharpened mind; on shelves of books her eyes have dined, Soothing anger, knots unwind; stinging, stabbing heart resigned. Born away, aloft, on high; suds and laughs, the fiddler’s sigh, What’s that, my dear? Of course, I’ll buy; or bake me in a mincemeat pie. Night and chill, the moon’s dark air, a wind that draws her close ~ I stare, The woman sighs away our care; upon her lips mine own then dare.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Cecil and Marbet
i tried to keep You safe for so long i kept my demons tame but brick by brick You broke apart Your wall i stepped back in a lame attempt to protect You but still, i watched from a distance. Aware my demons consumed me long ago, as You removed the last brick keeping me out my devil eyed the gap fit as an entrance "I like you." You said. calling my undomesticated darkness inside, rewarding my patience, allowing me to finally possess my Long Desired Angel
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Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
my Long Desired Angel
We are humans. We are capable of loving. And we are able to be loved. However, We can't force it. Rather; Embrace it. You are scared of gifting a part of you to someone else. A piece of your soul you do not get back. Because you're not supposed to. Give as much of your caring self to others as you can. Let people in. Allow them the chance to know you, Show them your undomesticated imagination, Your vivid thoughts. Your loving heart. Love as many people as you want to. Be loved as much as you want to. Love the way you would want to be. Allow others to break your guards, stumble over the edges, and fall in love with every possible thing about you. Because in the blink of an eye, Your chances will have turned to regrets. All of the love you wished and hoped to give, and all the people you chose to love, Could be gone. At any Given Moment.
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Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 8:06 PM UTC
Love Naturally