"wisher" poems
so someone remarks and thus a poem commissioned...
*a better world, a wish no one can turn a back to...
a literacy of mine own, a bridge too far...
but such a lie too glorious to ignore...
blessed be the wisher for he gave this day
water and wine to a lapsed Jew who reincarnates
the containership of body and soul from the Star of David,*
it,
burr~etched upon his chest, and embraces lost tourists
who unfated unfazed stumble
upon the guide dog of his verbal chicanery and funny bone,
smiling for as long as it takes to cross that last bridge,
nearer our god, you than me..
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
I'm the strange bursts of color you see with eyes closed trying to rub away the sleep.
I'm the rattling of the drawer. That old glass pill bottle full of baby teeth mom saved.
I'm the moss covered tilted grave. The one you can no longer read.
I'm the realization "ohmygodthat'sme".
I'm strong.
I am.
I'm willing to show you.
I'm a juxtaposition. An old soul mid cartwheel.
I'm a lover.
I'm a dream climber. A star wisher.
I'm as cheesy as the moon.
I'm crazy and woo woo.
I'm always on the move.
I'm the product.
I'm the salesman.
I'm afraid.
I'm careful.
I'm stubborn.
I'm brave.
I'm extreme.
I'm full of ready tears.
I'm full of ****
I'm a broken record. Steady streaming of these feelings.
I'm a candid photograph. A fleeting moment that can live again.
I'm always hungry for positivity.
I'm fed up with proud ignorance.
I'm haunted by my purpose.
I'm trying to make a difference.
I am part of everything.
I'm a woman.
I'm a man.
I am.
I am.
I am.
E.Poe
Nov 2013
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
She is an empress, goddess of the river
Weeping willows shade her, the life giver
We must praise her, and her gentle rapids
He is a lost and confused soul in labyrinth
She was his empress, his goddess of the river
His hair fluttered in the wind, the rhythm of the world
Her eyes shimmering in the sun set on the one she knows as the one
Her well-wisher, worthy fisherman
He wants to swim in her currents and he can
For he is the river goddess’s lover
Her crystal waters wash him
His kisses bring to her face an eternal smile
Her sandy rocky river bed exfoliate his feet
A promise of love they both intend to keep
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Learn to write again
learn to type right
first time in 3 decades of life
I want to write closer to when I think
speed time, to slow it
make it feel like I do more
like I was in my teens or early twenties
**** these days 3 go by and it feels like one
I count my blessings to build confidence
Life grows more cruel but
I might win if I act like already won
Chaos magick, nay we do not speak of it
You forgot to pretend
to suspend quests for rationality
No longer moved by a book or film
We conditioned to be unconditioned
only to realize we ought to been wistfully in the herd
the whole time
We're the Bodhisattvas forestalling enlightenment
to get drunk with the butchers
after decades of sober high ground
We're the over-analyzers
lamenting our anachronisms in self-assuring
new philosophies
Either fully embrace one or drop out of being smart at all
the only tolerable choice to start to enjoy life again
No, no it's a false dichotomy
I want to be the eternal well-wisher
no matter the decadent displays
The shared dream of a soon to be future
We scavenge and defend
through pockmarked streets
make shelters amid crumbling concrete
We forgot how to imagine a secure society
Measured expectations and social safety nets
they took it all away along with our balanced serotonin
I used to get all jazzed up over a library book
but now the images promise us much more bliss
right around the corner
But it never soothes
never comes close
We cannot buy the contentment you claimed to offer
so we'll get it in collapse
We'll be sniped, starved, and deranged
but the thought of that life
makes us whisper excitedly to ourselves
"finally something has happened to me."
I, the eternal well-wisher
will wag no more fingers at preachers of death
Neither will I become them nor pity them
Nov 1, 2021
Nov 1, 2021 at 10:01 PM UTC
I can't remember not falling
Swirling lights waver magnificently
Enticing thoughts into a fine mosaic
That you and I no longer hear
Yet, my ears strain for
That ticklish melody
Who held sunrises and sunflowers
in time capsules of devious accord
Drawn by its wolfish howls
And dangerous tenacity
Oh, how painless it was
to slip on that second skin
Though, its removal was
far from godly
and no stranger to malice
unmasked the anguished well-wisher
As onus pined for its keeper
While doubt feathered the weary
Laying its soft touches
on bruised shoulders
That lost the will to carry the weight
of your unknowns.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
some pretend
to be
a good wisher
but are just
selfish
hollow
selves
feeding on others
for their
personal shortlived
contentment
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 8:04 AM UTC
here comes the covetous queen
peering down with her bulbous blues
seduction tricked her minion man
"a servant's life for you"
farewell to your well-wisher friends
songs sung and summer's glee
her slow-burn scowls
and gloating glares
turn life to memory
suffocate and choke your cries
you've been deceived by a skeleton face
a spider waits with silent demands
to ****** without a trace
conceited veil of pride and triumph
beaming fire with her frown
there's no beauty to her majesty
just a pitiful, tarnished crown
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 9:17 PM UTC
Queen, O' Queen, thou art more than good enough,
Thou art mine life, in struggle's we wilt strive, we wilt survive the horned one's push; we art conjoined by ourn love, and stitched in by ourn kisses. We wilt maketh dream's cometh to reality, bypassing wisher's and wishes. Thou shalt cometh home from work, I shalt hath cleaned the house, fixed dinner: done the dishes. Taper's shalt be set, myrrh oil shalt be burning, Napkin's folded in place, the chicken over the fire shalt be turning. Ourn amour' shalt none more be faraway; we shalt be close, holding, kissing another, ourn anguish shalt decay. Mine Queen, O' dearest queen, I shalt wait; thou art not losing me, mine loyal empress of Asian sea's, I'm proud to be thy king, O' how happy I am with thee. Earl Jane Nagley: mine Filipino rose, and treat.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
**‘On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month,
‘when the guns fell silent we will remember’**
When those visions from past missions played with intuition,
We just forgot about them!
When that PTSS kicked in and they started acting different.
We forgot about them!
When they came back home, got evicted from there homes and froze on the streets.
We forgot about them.
When they died alone, with not a comrade in sight, or a well wisher in miles.
We forgot about them.
When we pray for those who have died, but ignore those who are still alive.
We must of forgot about them
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
"You are what you eat"
until one day you don't
and that's what you become
n o t h i n g (beautiful?)
your cognitions like broken clock cogs
s l o w s l o w s l o w (perfect?)
tabula rasa is the body unbefouled by
nourishment (enemy?)
And the walls are washed white
Nature sickly perverts vitality
The cornucopia becomes a conspiracy
To sully your porcelain
e m p t i n e s s (happiness?)
hypoglycemia makes you shake
but not as hard as eating a whole meal
Can one person be so myriad?
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body.
Dreamer. Comedian. Thinker.
Friend. Musician. Writer. Smiler.
Lover. Wisher. Runner. Fighter.
Bulimic.
And there it is: ugliest of all words.
This identity could not possibly fit inside a body,
and you see, it doesn't.
It breaks it.
I don't know how
but
I will win
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
It is now 1:06am and
i couldn't sleep.
As cliche as this might be,
It's you who i keep on thinking.
How your pretty smile shapes up so perfectly,
How your exciting laughter fills up the universe so beautifully,
It is hard for me to keep up with your pace at this rate, you know.
They said wishful thinking is a vengeance and i am both a wisher and a thinker.
I wish I was that caramel frappe you held,
I wish it's was my heart that you held so carefully, effortlessly.
I once told you that you're a masterpiece and indeed, you surely are.
I wonder if you think that you're cute as hell when you questioned things, when you asked me those numerical parts of the world.
I wonder if you think you're sweet as hell when you look puzzled trying to solve the maze, when you pleaded for help in deciphering the mystery.
I wonder if you think you will fall for me and i bet that you don't.
Now tell me how do i love you when i dont know how to start? For it's never a right thing to fall and it will never be.
So I'll just let these feelings fade away, away into the darkness.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Little girl burned by desires
Go go in her head she loves a man
She is young and stupid
Naive, innocent and adventurous
Sneaking in the night she reaches the fone calls a lover that lay in bed elsewhere with a another woman
The deceit of her beauty drives her astray
To risk her future in blindness to fall for moments
How can i lert a proud heart majestic in high life to spend at all times the sweat of men as she never minded she was cementing her tomorrow.
I dont care she said...i can leave home...who cares i can abort.
But then who cares you can also die, she sees from near and focuses not afar.
Early in the morning the mother folds her back and hits the garden searching for surviving fighting for her daughter.
No she is flittered and gone her coaching books with her body I pause and tear.....
Such a generation
She says to all dont tell me what to do i have my chances to live, like a cat she believes in nine lives.
Her smooking temper alerts well wisher of help
Her clothes torn to many so she moves naked in their eyes only clothed to the unknown
The universe you ought to have will now have you
Will they be bygones or will it regrets
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
Why ya come around,
Knockin on my window?
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day.
Little walkabout
Roll in, Storm out
Whistle Whistle, Windblow
Grit teeth, Tin-foil
Humble Rumble
Sunshine Spills upon the soil
Cotton sails away
Safe in sound and I'm still,
Making Noise.
La Da Da Da's
Well wisher, wish bigger
Grave digger, dig quicker
Cuz it's all in the statistics.. right.
Les't ya missed it
Then it's really all quite,
Insignificant!
Now if you wish to catch a fish, ya simply need to sink your hook
Impaling bait on anchor weights, take a break, read a book,
Take a look, inside yourself, remind yourself to check the knot you tied yourself
It's gotten loose, your food is on the move,
You're singing
La Da Da Da's
Rain, Rain
Go, Away
Rain, Rain,
Go, Away,
Why ya come around
Knocking on my window?
Knocking on my window
Knocking on my window
Why ya come around?
Why ya come around?
Why ya come around still,
Making noise.
La Da Da Da's
Da Da Dum.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
You feel like your a burden
your mind is over taking by these thoughts
you don't appertain
disconnected from the world
like a plug from its outlet
no longer in use
useless at the least
priceless to those who don't see
who you really are..
who are you really?
Your acting we can all tell its so impostress and fake
like a bad spell
whose fault is it the wisher or the witch?
We want you raw, vulnerable, authentic
and true to who you are
This is the alternate you
we hear your screams inside your own mind
"this isn't me why am i acting this way"
save me please, im adrift from myself. the actual me
Your beautiful,you belong,you have an understanding beyond your years keep your head clear you got this
to my lovely friend
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 1:20 PM UTC
Pay our dues so you can write for someone else to help you out
What a crock of dog ****
I thought these words were coming from the muse?
The cherry wine orchards where birds soar for free
Are now taxed burned maimed and *****
So you can record yourself on some 10 cent tape
Either the lines are drawn and the combines have stormed through
Or the men and women behind the pens
Have truly lost their way
But what was a way before they decided to come and stay
We are all ****** in the end
Either to the Gods above or to the men with guns
Who are we if we are not fighting for the sun?
Absurdity in the tenth degree!
You want fire to cool your soul and love to make you bold!
Shame on the service entry fees with complaints of their boss
I write these things with irreversible electronic blood!
And if you saw me you wish that you'd never did!
Pom Pom girls break their bread as the football players shine their sleds
I'm in my bed wishing she was with me instead
Ram that note up your hole **** it up and see if its any better
The hall is broken the coolers dead landlords knocking
Where on Earth are you gonna go?
Mama's done gone and daddy's already dead
Sisters got a wisher with a pencil filled with lead
Streets are searing hot
And the backdoor to your house is locked
Let me have the key
And I'll surely make you believe
Lets stay up late an' we'll catch the next freight
Spend some time with me an' I'll teach you the meaning of hate
Wooden stool pigeons leaking blood on their eyes
A sigh colored brown
When you sleep baby
You don't make no sound
Wash basic red hedonistic hearings
Crystal nail polish with agate colored earrings
When a place is a place of comfort
Thats the end of your start
Stars shine so the blind may be able to see
I got women who know me and men who hate me
When I meet you
Which one will you be?
Soft fire ******* lick was the way you kissed
Your hands warmed from the liquor you said
On the porch you said I'd doused your torch
Where I then said "Love hurts when touched"
Jun 11, 2011
Jun 11, 2011 at 11:56 AM UTC
Lucky are those who can die for love - true!
I would, like to lay down my life, for you.
For no amount of money, no amount of joy
Seems to take away my tears, when I am lonely, my boy!
I may sound insane, crazier by the day,
But I'm a well-wisher, so don't run away!
If you had loved me once, kindly remember to pray -
To God, to keep your thoughts outta my mind and way...!
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 9:02 AM UTC
She came in my life after millions of
Prays to god
Her unique face is not lesser than a pacemaker for a heart patient
She enlights me in my every hard hour
Such sisters ❤️♥️💗💚
Are true well wisher provided by God
I thank you God very much for this most precious gift
I will always be great full towards you ❤️💙❤️❤️💙💕❣️
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
#***Dear Well-Wisher,
I hope this message finds you in good health.
We, Vaishali and Tushar Purohit from Pune, come to you with a heavy heart and tears in our eyes, pleading for your help to save our 4-year old son Rishi's life. He is undergoing treatment for neuroblastoma (rare form of cancer) at the Tata Memorial Hospital, Mumbai.
Since April, our little warrior has been bravely battling cancer that is threatening to take him away from this world. Every rupee you contribute will be the difference between life and death for our 4-year old warrior.
We would also request you to forward this message to your family and friends, which will inspire them to contribute and aid in saving an innocent life.
Here's the fundraiser link: https://www.impactguru.com/fundraiser/help-s-o-tushar
Thanking you for your consideration and support during these trying times.🙏🏼 ***#
Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 8:22 AM UTC
On a full moon day, and
On a cold starry night, over
By a meandering river side,
when reflections are your only friend,
It wasn't the moon that was radiant,
rather it was her beautiful glowing face that was in splendor,
because all I could see was her.
Maybe there are no new places to discover,
There are no new lands to conquer,
There are no new ideas to decipher,
There are no new relations to acquire, yet
There is only one thing to admire,
Her words and her soft demeanor, and
I am her fanciful well wisher.
Oct 30, 2019
Oct 30, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Two hours have gone by
Three minutes have shedtheir last sixty seconds and
you continue to ignore the blinking light
that shows you
I need you
I want you
I love you
There was little said as
I departed to venture to a place
I knew was to be unhappy.
You stood there and carried an unmoved face
And I wished that underneath that untouch facade,
You ached for me to leap to your arms
Kiss you softly and hold your hand
that so perfectly fit with mine.
But both you and I know that this such things never were thought
that such things never appeared in you mind
That I am a lonely wisher
Who wishes on what should be hers.
Jul 15, 2011
Jul 15, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
Inner Weather Report:
The silence weighs heavily around my ears and it is difficult to focus
Stare at the ceiling but it moves as I end up head-first on the floors
My heart doesn't stop racing as I wonder and double back to crossroads left behind. Self blame is a slippery slope which I already slithered away on. There wasn't much left and I feel like the hollow impression of smoke of an extinguished candle. My enthusiasm lurks behind corners as I run behind it but I tire out and stop for a drink at the stream of cynicism and depression. A sound resounding throughout my head as I imagine the worst and maybe that's not even the worst. College might not even pay-off.
How can I confide that I am worried because I don't see myself alive and going there means to sign a contract saying that I will not die?
It is a difficult reality and I worry so much.
A girl told me that I don't deserve to be forgotten the second I leave the room; that I deserve people caring and thinking about me.
She forgot everything the next morning.
As someone else sinks into depression, a whole group launches into discussions to help and I launch myself into it, a smaller part of me wondering where they were when I had asked.
It creeps onto me every day- an old friend. I've been comfortable living inside its haze for this long. How can I live without you my dearest friend? You have given me insight and clarity, given my feet direction even if just to throw myself off cliffs and I don't think I'll be me without you anymore.
How can I bid you goodbye? I was never good at those, preferring to walk out leaving bitterness and unsaid hellos and farewells behind me.
No promises and connections.
I've survived in you this long. How do I move on from you?
You are the only thing that has ever been mine, dancing in my tears and depression, asking me to cut a bit deeper, a bit more to the left. My four walls, ceiling and floor- you are my Home. Organically, growing, nestling in the veins of my sins, my existence. You are not a cancer but my closest well-wisher, you are me. To know you is to face myself. How can I breathe without you?
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
Be their well wisher.
Spoil them with your
attention and efforts.
Praise their everything
Make them love you.
Make them trust you.
Shower them with all
your love and concern.
Be their for them 24×7.
Make them emotionally
dependent on you.
Now
comes
the
right
time.
Ignore
them
a n d
then
leave
them
Empty,
Crushed,
Abandoned.
.........
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
From oceans shocked vapours flee.
You pity them with malicious glee.
Pretend to be well-wisher, a saint.
Crocodile! sympathizer you ain't.
In troubled waters you want to fish.
Never will be met your vicious wish.
You laugh loud, you plan and plot.
All Oceans will dry up you thought.
You are so foolish, I am in shock.
For this foolishness, no squawk.
Remove mask of friendship, you foe.
Where rain falls where rivers flow?
Oceans are on rise, feel the heat.
Waters have reached your feet.
Soon it'll engulf your land and rocks.
My foe, Let me give you this shock.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
Obsessively I write
I write and write
I want to, I need to
Every day without fail
My memoirs
My story
My boys in mind
But who knows
Where this could go
This could be bigger than me
I may share my stories
For the world to read
The thought excites me
Because I'm now a Doer
Not a wisher
I'm eyeing what competition
Writing on a Mission
I'm excited again
Poetry helped me
To Ignite
My hidden passion
I really love it
Next mission Dinner
Chores done and dusted
I'll spend the rest of my night
Writing !
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC
Age old age old the golden rule is true
However I would alter it a little
To say "Do better unto others than they unto you"
You may find that you will be taken advantage
Used and abused
Do not let this bruise your spirit
For it is not only hope but you that you will lose
I have always been a giver, a maker, a wisher
Spilling out golden sunshine where ever I go
Lucky in love, zesty with life
I wear my happiness like a coat of rainbows
That's not to say I have not had my days
Where clouds threaten to smother
I just blow them away with what wind I have saved
Hopeful tomorrow will not see their cover
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC