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"undug" poems
I see a flash A sight to behold The work of an immortal sculptor Walking straight in elegant pride Worth of a princess of the sun Firmly transfixed in her twelve Moving into the emptiness of an invalid society Her innocence screaming In an unchallenged clarity And only twelve moons The framework of her modeling salivates Wolves in men Who’s been exposed to the virus Emerging from the bush land of their desires To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred And poor me the princess With the *** lunacy roaming the streets, Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge. Swung from poverty to adolescence A pendulum of fates Hunger at home for the family And her homestead a moonscape of desolation The two hundred shillings does the trick She trades out her innocence And virginity too; a girls pride And alongside the legal tender Comes the virus The minute monster Savoring a society of huge minds. There is the tuberculosis In a hospital ward Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed. Drawn into the vacuum of her fate Eyes wide open in dismal finality The princess Lie in freeze frame of death A pyramid of events Molded out of her last several terrible seconds Lamentation for the society A dull eulogy for our girls.
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Jun 23, 2012
Jun 23, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
EULOGY FOR OUR GIRLS
I see a flash A sight to behold The work of an immortal sculptor Walking straight in elegant pride Worth of a princess of the sun Firmly transfixed in her twelve Moving into the emptiness of an Invalid society Her innocence screaming In an unchallenged clarity And only twelve moons The framework of her modelling salivates Wolves in men Who's been exposed to the virus Emerging from the bushland of their desires To seek their vengeance in a fanatical hatred And poor me the Princess With the *** Lunacy roaming the streets Sanity of abstinence is the greatest challenge. Swung from poverty to adolescence A pendulum of fates Hunger at home for the family And her homestead a moonscape of desolation. The two Hundred shillings does the trick She trades out her innocence And virginity too- a girl's pride And alongside the legal tender comes the virus The minute Monster Savoring a society of huge minds. There is the tuberculosis In a hospital ward Full of undug graves and shrines unnamed Drawn into the vacuum of her fate Eyes wide open in dismal finality The princess Lie in freeze frame of death A pyramid of events Molded out of her last several terrible seconds Lamentation for the society A dull eulogy For our girls.
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Feb 16, 2012
Feb 16, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC
EULOGY FOR OUR GIRLS
Mine lily of the valley, mine lotus of the unrestrained. Mine Senna alata, mine allay of human angst; Mine Kalinaw in mine Stygian juncture's, Mine Kaulayaw aloft the extraterrestrial Structures.                          Mine Paraluman that giveth me these word's to writeth, the one that bringeth me excite; In mine core thou art invited. Mine Kundiman by which I replay in this skull, Mine hand of time, mine angelic mind- That I do learn from. Mine Makisig precious stone, undug from the clay, Mine, all mine, I canst sayest it all day. Mine past, present, future; woman of now, forever's our's Mine Jane. O' how Dalisay, O' how Dalisay, doth ourn water run sparkling; Only because mine love, we sip it as queen and king. One time soon, to shareth wedded ring's, wherein the pain's of the now; art gone and unforseen. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry' ©Earl jane sardua Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedicated
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
Mine lilly of the valley, mine lotus of the unrestrained
My town is a time- capsule; undug before its time. My town is a familiar song; with painful, haunting rhyme. My town is a thrift store jigsaw; all the pieces don't quite fit. My town is a holey target; with the bulls-eye not quite hit. Failures Quirks Shortcomings Flaws apparent at every turn. My town is a heaping bonfire; a mess destined to burn.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
My Town
Here I am in the yard again, shovel in one hand, plastic bag in the other, trudging toward the fence in my slippers, determined to not feel squeamish. The dog has been scolded and brought into the house; she whimpers at the back window, watching my progress across a quarter-acre of dormant grass dusted with morning snow. Up close, fixed by death, the squirrel bares its teeth, white and sharp, its eyes the size of juniper berries. I tilt it into the bag, blood smearing the rusted shovel, and turn back, surprised by the heft of lifelessness, how dead weight pulls a broken body down. Gravity, it occurs to me, is a relentless undertaker. I walk and the bag swings like a soft pendulum banging against my leg, counting out my steps, confounding the dog. You see, our yards are nothing but undug graves. If gravity is our undertaker, then physics has pocketed the stars, wearing a funeral suit blacker than outer space.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
Yard ****
This is our first date I didn't know where to take you So I took you to see my grandma She was always the life of the party Funny how life works sometimes I have been planting flowers around her grave Because the gravediggers don't quite understand how much she was worth The man that went to war and came back without his legs can't come see her because their only child is a good for nothing Yes I'm talking about my father He tried his best but something in him just didn't click The only thing he could think of money and how wet he could get his **** If this isn't coming right Let me try again Your hair reminds me of the flowing of our bodies when we are intertwined Skeleton bones will be undug to walk amongst us again Your smile reminds me of hers and oh god do I feel so warm Being up on this hill with you Fingers laced in one another Your blue eyes beaming at how beautiful this meadow is I hope that I can lay here with you
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Cemetery
The weekly news For the past 5200 weeks, Fills like the undug dig. Famine, disaster, disease, War and ruination Are piled and plied, Recycled and reused, Familiar and alien, Storied and spun. Beheadings aren't new or news: Meathooks and blades Are rusting beneath the surface, Dug and brushed off As relics of our century. But digs never give the whole story: The Acts of Kindness, The ***** donors, The designated drivers, The visit of a friend, The holding hand, The unexpected gift, The touch at the end, The altruism. We don't lose these; We don't bury them.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Acts of Kindness
In the garden before it was lost, (come back soon lost garden), pepper vines grew around the sweet fruit trees. durian fell sarongs rose, all was fecund in the globe of sour tamarind and bitter herb; a balance, a unity of love given and lust taken. chilli red yellow green shone in morning mist, evening gloam among myriad leaves clogging the undug pool, hurting the fish breath in the old frog pond. unpicked, the fruit. unclipped, the hedge. all my life too lazy to get ahead, leaving all my fruit to seed. let it rot and feed the sand soil, grow turf beneath the trees. in this moment only hell and heaven.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 3:23 AM UTC
Pepper tree
She was single for ages, Friends taunted her by different sages. She prefers to be alone, As to answer there could be none. All she loves is animal, Forgetting she too is a mammal. She longs for something, Which none can think of providing? She is a self question-mare, As well a self-answer. She just thinks, As her thoughts sink, Providing several hyperlinks, Which vanishes by mighty winks, While her itchy nose turns into pink, Whilst simply imagine a sip of tea to drink. She owned a magic wand, The once living wand, At every need, proved to be a wand, That was her treasure to be known by wand, Not sure has she lost her wand Trusts she has not lost her wand. Think She was not single for ages As she had her MAGIC wand She was then given Given a wand later She wanted to accept Situations held her back The wand thought to wait She aided the wand not to wait Her wand preferred to wait. Old is gold Coals become diamonds Undug Gems may be dug later She should seek for Wand to be a wand or magic wand. Dated: 3.1.2016
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 1:00 AM UTC
Should She S.....
loss the permanent kind leaves undug holes and no earth to fill them in
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Oct 30, 2023
Oct 30, 2023 at 8:05 PM UTC
Loss