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I. Pangalawang pagkakataon? Karapat-dapat ka pa ba para doon? Matapos **** saktan ang damdamin. Ganun-ganun nalang ba ‘yun? II. Hindi mo alam ang dinanas kong hirap, Habang ikaw, hayun at nagpapasarap. Ang hirap mabuhay ng wala ka, Dahil sanay na akong nasa tabi kita. III. Pero pinilit kong tumayo para mabuhay! Sinanay ko ang sarili na wala ka, At lahat ng pagkalimot nagawa na. Pero ang sugat sa puso'y naghihilom pa. IV. Matapos ang isang taon, Landas natin ay muling nagkita. Akala ko lahat ng ala-ala'y wala na. Akala ko nakaraos na ako sa sakit, hindi pa pala. V. Iiwasan sana kita kaso braso mo'y ibinuka, Para tayong nagpapatintero sa kalsada. Pagkat humihingi ka ng sandali, Para makapag-usap tayong maigi. VI. Pumayag ako, Kahit alam kong masasaktan lang ako. Kahit alam kong 'di pa kaya ng puso ko. Pumayag ako! VII. Bakas sa mukha mo ang pagkatuwa! Dahil sa wakas masasabi mo na, Kung bakit ka nalang nangiwan bigla. Aaminin ko, ako rin ay nakaramdam ng kaunting tuwa. VIII. Pero hindi ko yun ipinahalata, Sapagkat, kung iyon ay iyong makikita, Marahil ika'y umasa na pinatawad na kita. Mali! Maling mali! IX. Napa-usog ka bahagya at nagbuntong hininga pa. Napahawak ka saking braso, tumingin sa aking mga mata. Sinabi mo lahat ng dahilan kong bakit ako iniwan, Ako ay naliwanagan sa iyong mga tinuran. X. Humihingi ka ng pangalawang pagkakataon, Pero hindi ko yun ganun-ganun. Tugon ko'y: “Aking pag-iisipan” at umalis na lamang. Hinabol mo ako’t sinabing: “Mahal kita 'di kita kinalimutan.” XI. Hindi ako sumagot at sa paglalakad diretso lamang. Pero alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita. Alas dose na at diwa ko’y gising pa, Dahil sa aking naaalala ang ating muling pagkikita. XII. Napag-isip-isip kung dapat pa bang pagbigyan kita. Kahit na alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita, Nagdadalawang isip pa rin ako baka masaktan na naman ulit ako. Hanggang ngayon naguguluhan pa rin ako. XIV. Dumaan ang dalawang linggo, At sinipat mo na ako sa bahay ko. Halatang nasasabik ka na sa isasagot ko. Niyakap kita ng mahigpit sumigaw ng “Oo!” XV. Sa una'y nagtataka ka pa sa kinilos ko, At hanggang sa unti-unti kang nangiti. Dahil naliwagan na ang loko. Matagal ko ng pinag-isipan 'to at “Oo” ang sagot ko. XVI. At dahil mahal pa kita, hindi ko na natiis pa, Hindi sapat ang mga daliri ko kung gaano ko, Lubos na pinag-isipan ang isasagot ko sa'yo. At magmamahalan tayo muli, sa pangalawang pagkakataon.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 1:01 PM UTC
Pangalawang Pagkakataon
I. Pangalawang pagkakataon? Karapat-dapat ka pa ba para doon? Matapos **** saktan ang damdamin. Ganun-ganun nalang ba ‘yun? II. Hindi mo alam ang dinanas kong hirap, Habang ikaw, hayun at nagpapasarap. Ang hirap mabuhay ng wala ka, Dahil sanay na akong nasa tabi kita. III. Pero pinilit kong tumayo para mabuhay! Sinanay ko ang sarili na wala ka, At lahat ng pagkalimot nagawa na. Pero ang sugat sa puso'y naghihilom pa. IV. Matapos ang isang taon, Landas natin ay muling nagkita. Akala ko lahat ng ala-ala'y wala na. Akala ko nakaraos na ako sa sakit, hindi pa pala. V. Iiwasan sana kita kaso braso mo'y ibinuka, Para tayong nagpapatintero sa kalsada. Pagkat humihingi ka ng sandali, Para makapag-usap tayong maigi. VI. Pumayag ako, Kahit alam kong masasaktan lang ako. Kahit alam kong 'di pa kaya ng puso ko. Pumayag ako! VII. Bakas sa mukha mo ang pagkatuwa! Dahil sa wakas masasabi mo na, Kung bakit ka nalang nangiwan bigla. Aaminin ko, ako rin ay nakaramdam ng kaunting tuwa. VIII. Pero hindi ko yun ipinahalata, Sapagkat, kung iyon ay iyong makikita, Marahil ika'y umasa na pinatawad na kita. Mali! Maling mali! IX. Napa-usog ka bahagya at nagbuntong hininga pa. Napahawak ka saking braso, tumingin sa aking mga mata. Sinabi mo lahat ng dahilan kong bakit ako iniwan, Ako ay naliwanagan sa iyong mga tinuran. X. Humihingi ka ng pangalawang pagkakataon, Pero hindi ko yun ganun-ganun. Tugon ko'y: “Aking pag-iisipan” at umalis na lamang. Hinabol mo ako’t sinabing: “Mahal kita 'di kita kinalimutan.” XI. Hindi ako sumagot at sa paglalakad diretso lamang. Pero alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita. Alas dose na at diwa ko’y gising pa, Dahil sa aking naaalala ang ating muling pagkikita. XII. Napag-isip-isip kung dapat pa bang pagbigyan kita. Kahit na alam ko sa sarili kong mahal pa rin kita, Nagdadalawang isip pa rin ako baka masaktan na naman ulit ako. Hanggang ngayon naguguluhan pa rin ako. XIV. Dumaan ang dalawang linggo, At sinipat mo na ako sa bahay ko. Halatang nasasabik ka na sa isasagot ko. Niyakap kita ng mahigpit sumigaw ng “Oo!” XV. Sa una'y nagtataka ka pa sa kinilos ko, At hanggang sa unti-unti kang nangiti. Dahil naliwagan na ang loko. Matagal ko ng pinag-isipan 'to at “Oo” ang sagot ko. XVI. At dahil mahal pa kita, hindi ko na natiis pa, Hindi sapat ang mga daliri ko kung gaano ko, Lubos na pinag-isipan ang isasagot ko sa'yo. At magmamahalan tayo muli, sa pangalawang pagkakataon.
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i. She's beautiful. She's an angel. She's everything we asked for. I cried for the hopes and dreams of a future that was never mine. I didn't know any better, so I kept crying. xiv. *You can't run around like before anymore. Don't get your knees ***** Elbows off the table. Grow up.* I brushed my hands of the dirt and picked myself up, because ladies weren't supposed to pick earthworms out of the grass. I picked up eyeliner instead. xvi. I'm trusting you. Don't get into trouble. Don't do anything dumb. There's something satisfying about hearing the roar of an engine at the start of a July evening. With the wind in your hair, freedom at your finger tips, I could have done anything. But I shut off the car and went inside. xviii. You're grown up now. You're an adult. You can't afford to make stupid mistakes anymore.  I was composed of keg stands, one night stands, roommates, 2am Taco Bell runs, first dates, caffeine, prayers, tears, insecurities, heart to heart talks, "just try it, it's fun, I swear", friends that turn into bridesmaids, broken promises and broken hearts. I can still hear the train's whistle. xxi. I told you not to do anything dumb. I told you not to make stupid mistakes. I don't know what to tell you anymore. Here's a standing ovation to being immortal; hats off to the teary drunken nights and the existential crises. These are the days that we'll look back and wish we never wasted and I'll wonder why I let you wipe your muddy shoes on me.
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC
instead of happy birthday
stab in the belly cravings for the forbidden quiet resentment constant comparing to you always unattainable
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Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Ubiquity XIV : Emotions : Jealousy
i. Imagine, mine love I'm on one knee; ii. Imagine mine love No distance in-between; iii. Imagine mine love, Thine glimmering Wedding ring: iv. Imagine mine love Preordainment's best To bring; v. Imagine mine love Angel's that wilt Sing; vi. Imagine mine love Just us two; vii. Imagine mine love Making love upon new moon's; viii. Imagine mine love Enthroned as mine muse; ix. Imagine mine love Osculating that wilt soothe; x. Imagine mine love Mine finger's stroke thy strand's; xi. Imagine mine love On the sea of love we dance; xii. Imagine mine love No world, nor worldly plan's; xiii. Imagine mine love Toe's locked, buried neath' the sand; xiv. Imagine mine love Hand held to hand in hand; xv. Imagine mine love Thy head upon Mine chest; xvi. Imagine mine love The thought of nothingness; xvii. Imagine mine love Mind free from pain and stress. xviii. Imagine mine love Imagine mine love This; ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
Isipin ang aking pag-ibig , isipin na ito ( Imagine mine love, imagine this) filipino tongue
JE ME SOUVIENS (I REMEMBER) by Céline Leduc 12/2013 I REMEMBER is the motto of Quebec I remember the English colonized me. I forget I colonized First Nations. I remember multiculturalism is bad. I forget it allowed me to keep my culture. I remember the Church is my downfall I forget it was Louis XIV and Napoleon politics I remember my language matters I forget I imposed language on First Nations. I remember my culture I want others to forget their culture Quebec’s new motto should be I FORGET -- J’OUBLIE
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC
JE ME SOUVIENS --- I REMEMBER
Oh my love The miles are torturous My spirit, frayed from reaching for you How my heart longs to beat beside you once again Oh my love The sound of your sadness kills me Like tiny acid tears dripping in my soul Burning an eternity, yet making me love you more Oh my love If I could reach you by any means, I would never leave your side For in your arms is where I am who I am meant to be Oh my love You are my Spring in the dead of Winter The very air that I breathe Distance is a slow asphyxiation Oh my love It won't be long now When we can live the life we've lived before Together in all things Sharing a lifetime in each moment together Oh my love Words cannot do justice to the exquisite pain of longing Of knowing what we get to experience...together Distance is temporary and we are eternal Oh my love I miss you so I am lifeless in your absence, as you hold my heart I have never truly been me, until there was you
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:24 AM UTC
Letters to My Lover XIV
(Earl Jane Nagley) i. My sweetest king, I am here waiting for you, I clasp on to our love. ii. All my life I’ve been searching for you, Now I have you in my arms, I’ll never let you go. iii. Don’t be weary my love, Let my love kiss your fears away, My warmth as assurance I’ll stay. iv. My eyes wander in the skies, As my heart shouts your name, I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet. v. Oh my darling, No matter how long it will take, I’ll take all risk, just to be with you. vi. So soon my soulmate, Our patience in love will be rewarded, We’ll be together, forever. vii. When we’ll meet, I’ll enclose you tight, Nothing will ever take us apart. (Brandon Nagley) viii. Mine saccharine select I'm here mine pet; I grasp thy breath. ix. All mine day's I've groaned in pains; Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace. x. Now thou art here Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's; For comfort hast given me a home in thee. xi. O' love, lover, queen O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet; Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity. xii. If it takes a thousand light year's Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near; As tis eternity I wilt be with thou. xiii. On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room, Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon. xiv. We shalt meeteth O' we shalt meeteth; And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul. ©Brandon Nagley \Earl Jane Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry \Hari-Reyna incorporated
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
בואו של השמים הפתוחים, ואת הצגת הארון - כשאנחנו נפגשים( Let the heaven's open, and the ark show- when we meet)- hebrew tongue- Duo poem by me and Earl Jane sardua nagley...
(Earl Jane Nagley) i. My sweetest king, I am here waiting for you, I clasp on to our love. ii. All my life I’ve been searching for you, Now I have you in my arms, I’ll never let you go. iii. Don’t be weary my love, Let my love kiss your fears away, My warmth as assurance I’ll stay. iv. My eyes wander in the skies, As my heart shouts your name, I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet. v. Oh my darling, No matter how long it will take, I’ll take all risk, just to be with you. vi. So soon my soulmate, Our patience in love will be rewarded, We’ll be together, forever. vii. When we’ll meet, I’ll enclose you tight, Nothing will ever take us apart. (Brandon Nagley) viii. Mine saccharine select I'm here mine pet; I grasp thy breath. ix. All mine day's I've groaned in pains; Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace. x. Now thou art here Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's; For comfort hast given me a home in thee. xi. O' love, lover, queen O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet; Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity. xii. If it takes a thousand light year's Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near; As tis eternity I wilt be with thou. xiii. On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room, Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon. xiv. We shalt meeteth O' we shalt meeteth; And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul. ©Brandon Nagley \Earl Jane Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry \Hari-Reyna incorporated
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I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! II To think men cannot take you, Sweet, And enfold you, Ay, and hold you, And so keep you what they make you, Sweet! III You like us for a glance, you know— For a word’s sake, Or a sword’s sake, All’s the same, whate’er the chance, you know. IV And in turn we make you ours, we say— You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers, we say. V All’s our own, to make the most of, Sweet— Sing and say for, Watch and pray for, Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet. VI But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet, Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed you In a mortar—for you could not, Sweet. VII So, we leave the sweet face fondly there— Be its beauty Its sole duty! Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there! VIII And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponder A conclusion? I will try it there. IX As,—why must one, for the love forgone, Scout mere liking? Thunder-striking Earth,—the heaven, we looked above for, gone! X Why with beauty, needs there money be— Love with liking? Crush the fly-king In his gauze, because no honey bee? XI May not liking be so simple-sweet, If love grew there ’Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? XII Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! XIII Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection— Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? XIV Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? XV Or else kiss away one’s soul on her? Your love-fancies!— A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her! XVI Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,— Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, Uses fine things that efface the rose. XVII Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals,— Last, some old king locks it up, morose! XVIII Then, how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it—at last, throw away!
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A Pretty Woman
I That fawn-skin-dappled hair of hers, And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of hers! II To think men cannot take you, Sweet, And enfold you, Ay, and hold you, And so keep you what they make you, Sweet! III You like us for a glance, you know— For a word’s sake, Or a sword’s sake, All’s the same, whate’er the chance, you know. IV And in turn we make you ours, we say— You and youth too, Eyes and mouth too, All the face composed of flowers, we say. V All’s our own, to make the most of, Sweet— Sing and say for, Watch and pray for, Keep a secret or go boast of, Sweet. VI But for loving, why, you would not, Sweet, Though we prayed you, Paid you, brayed you In a mortar—for you could not, Sweet. VII So, we leave the sweet face fondly there— Be its beauty Its sole duty! Let all hope of grace beyond, lie there! VIII And while the face lies quiet there, Who shall wonder That I ponder A conclusion? I will try it there. IX As,—why must one, for the love forgone, Scout mere liking? Thunder-striking Earth,—the heaven, we looked above for, gone! X Why with beauty, needs there money be— Love with liking? Crush the fly-king In his gauze, because no honey bee? XI May not liking be so simple-sweet, If love grew there ’Twould undo there All that breaks the cheek to dimples sweet? XII Is the creature too imperfect, say? Would you mend it And so end it? Since not all addition perfects aye! XIII Or is it of its kind, perhaps, Just perfection— Whence, rejection Of a grace not to its mind, perhaps? XIV Shall we burn up, tread that face at once Into tinder And so hinder Sparks from kindling all the place at once? XV Or else kiss away one’s soul on her? Your love-fancies!— A sick man sees Truer, when his hot eyes roll on her! XVI Thus the craftsman thinks to grace the rose,— Plucks a mould-flower For his gold flower, Uses fine things that efface the rose. XVII Rosy rubies make its cup more rose, Precious metals Ape the petals,— Last, some old king locks it up, morose! XVIII Then, how grace a rose? I know a way! Leave it rather. Must you gather? Smell, kiss, wear it—at last, throw away!
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XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love’s sake only. Do not say ‘I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day’— For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry,— A creature might forget to weep, who bore Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love’s sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love’s eternity.
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Sonnet 14 - If Thou Must Love Me, Let It Be For Nought
Mine, I am not inspired. This page was blank for so long, my fingers poised over the keys to play scribe to the muse that is missing you, but nothing. There is no poetic language in me tonight. No flowery prose, no clever literary devices, not even any cliché. Today there is only ***** raunchy and blunt: I want to **** you so badly I ache. Yours.
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Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 6:22 PM UTC
Love Letter XIV
Mary, plain name.  Mary, mother of God Mary, Queen of the Strip Mall Mary, daughter of a King and a ***** Divinity in her blood, conqueror of lands, Monarch of her body, kingdom of junkies. Nails inlaid with pearls, mink lashes and onyx eyes Indigo polyester wraps her 36, 30, 41, saltwater taffy legs, **** and *** Mary wasn’t a tall boy, Mary is a funnel cloud queen Obsidian brazilian in velcro, soda can curls. Mary has no titles, Mary is a ******* Mary is an exile. Queen of cream stucco and neon and parking lots. Mary has disciples, all named Judas. She has Roy Cohn, the judge’s son, and Louis XIV on their knees in prayer. She has **** Cheney, Little Richard, and Freud their knees in the bathroom behind the Tesco. Mary doesn’t confess, doesn’t beg, doesn’t buy. Mary the conqueror, Alexander reincarnate, she survives. Body bathed in ultraviolet, cocoa butter, vaseline, and newport menthols. Mary talks to God in the mirrors at the salvation army. Mary is scared of dying, she knows she is no ones martyr. Mary never kneels, left the Bible in the motel nightstand. A graceful end, a unceremonious departure. Trade rose petals for needles and styrofoam slurpee cups. Mary’s mistresses, lovers, and wives, gave her a few lead rounds, Left her in the strip mall mausoleum. Mary, queen of the carnal, saint of suburban perversions. Mary never asked God for forgiveness or a fix.
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Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
Mary, Queen of the Strip Mall
i I kind of knew in the back of my mind that there was more to come ii An urgent message rings through the streets "The Romans are at the gates!" As soon as the news reaches the house giant catapults start to pound the roofs with rocks. iii Hoovering out the cat hairs scrubbing out the loo iv The woman put her sad moon-face in at the window of the car. "You be good," she said. "Yes, Momma," they said. She slung her purse over her shoulder and walked away. v Being James Bond in miniature is way cooler than being a wizard. vi The park grew wild and where we played football the grass was torn by the bombs vii At the time everyone thought that Elizabeth planned to capture Mary. viii I'm so excited I could burst It's this cracking idea I've had It's been worrying me away for weeks It all started, you see, When I was showing some of my students Where Greenland was on a map. iix Unbelievably, the brown square is identical to the yellow square ix All us friends and relatives are told to sit at the back mind coats and bags knowing our way in the dark x Mum glared at Dad. How many times do I have to tell you that the twins are called James and Rebecca; not Cheese and Tomato? Granny shook her head. xi The hard work hopefully won't end and we will stick together no matter what xii Experimental native style knows no boundaries xiii The fire detectors are fitted at regular intervals along the tunnel xiv As an adult Tarzan is once again faced with the question of belonging when he first meets humans and discovers creatures who look like himself. xv My heart misses a beat. The girls have seen me in my bikini. They all gather around looking and laughing at the sight. How embarrassing! It is a long way down.
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Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 11:34 AM UTC
Cut-up Poems by 10-year-olds
i I kind of knew in the back of my mind that there was more to come ii An urgent message rings through the streets "The Romans are at the gates!" As soon as the news reaches the house giant catapults start to pound the roofs with rocks. iii Hoovering out the cat hairs scrubbing out the loo iv The woman put her sad moon-face in at the window of the car. "You be good," she said. "Yes, Momma," they said. She slung her purse over her shoulder and walked away. v Being James Bond in miniature is way cooler than being a wizard. vi The park grew wild and where we played football the grass was torn by the bombs vii At the time everyone thought that Elizabeth planned to capture Mary. viii I'm so excited I could burst It's this cracking idea I've had It's been worrying me away for weeks It all started, you see, When I was showing some of my students Where Greenland was on a map. iix Unbelievably, the brown square is identical to the yellow square ix All us friends and relatives are told to sit at the back mind coats and bags knowing our way in the dark x Mum glared at Dad. How many times do I have to tell you that the twins are called James and Rebecca; not Cheese and Tomato? Granny shook her head. xi The hard work hopefully won't end and we will stick together no matter what xii Experimental native style knows no boundaries xiii The fire detectors are fitted at regular intervals along the tunnel xiv As an adult Tarzan is once again faced with the question of belonging when he first meets humans and discovers creatures who look like himself. xv My heart misses a beat. The girls have seen me in my bikini. They all gather around looking and laughing at the sight. How embarrassing! It is a long way down.
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i. i am not angry, and i won't be. how someone could stay mad at you is a ******* mystery to me. ii. maybe you were right, and not everyone is an enigma. but i believe that you are. i believe that we are. iii. i still have all your letters. iv. speaking of letters, i've tried writing you one before. but words and humans do not often cooperate. v. i hope you start a new york jar again. you won't. but i hope you do. vi. i will not forget you. i will think of you, and i hope you think of me, too, on those days when the sky is a shade too dark and your soul feels a little bit too empty. vii. i know now that i do not have to do anything. viii. i love you. past. present. future tense. i love you. and i know you love me. ix. i hope you see this. someday. x. shakespeare once said that life's but a walking shadow. but i believe -- i know -- that you are destined for something greater. you are going to make it. xi. if, by some miracle, i can find a word, a song, a quote, anything, to describe you, to do you justice, i will let you know. i hope you'll do the same for me. xii. i'm sorry. for everything. i wish it didn't end up this way, but it did, and so i won't waste time complaining. but truly, i am sorry. xiii. someday you'll find happiness. xiv. and maybe, if the stars align, and the water's calm, someday you'll find me, too. (a.m.)
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC
before you go
I. My first in first grade I carved your name in my desk I hope it's still there. II. Made class valentines Required for everyone But mine was special. III. You begged the teacher To sit by me on the bus With a great big smile. IV. The first who wanted To take me out for dinner But it was a joke. V. Dedicated song I can no longer hear it Without thought of you. VI. You never said it But your eyes always told me You had wanted more. VII. You dated my friend And I never told you how Much I adored you. VIII. Playful like a child But mature like an adult So interesting. IX. You asked me to prom Yellow flowers for friendship That's all I wanted. X. You said you loved me I loved you like a brother It would never work. XI. You swore up and down You had changed for the better You didn't, first kiss. XII. Late walks on campus Never saw me with makeup We were so natural. XIII. Eyes found each other "I don't forget pretty girls" you whispered to me. XIV. I fell quickly, hard But you still loved someone else A girl with my name. XV. A friend of a friend Texting non-stop everyday Going nowhere fast. XVI. Liked me from the start Bruised and broken, I do care But not in that way. XVII. The piano man It was all right but timing One that got away. XVIII. We tried to fight time Thinking that you were ready Left us with heartache.
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
A Haiku For Every Boy.
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?— My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton eyes, or me? II. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose And over him drew her net. III. When I saw him tangled in her toils, A shame, said I, if she adds just him To her nine-and-ninety other spoils, The hundredth for a whim! IV. And before my friend be wholly hers, How easy to prove to him, I said, An eagle’s the game her pride prefers, Though she snaps at a wren instead! V. So, I gave her eyes my own eyes to take, My hand sought hers as in earnest need, And round she turned for my noble sake, And gave me herself indeed. VI. The eagle am I, with my fame in the world, The wren is he, with his maiden face. —You look away and your lip is curled? Patience, a moment’s space! VII. For see, my friend goes shaling and white; He eyes me as the basilisk: I have turned, it appears, his day to night, Eclipsing his sun’s disk. VIII. And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief: “Though I love her—that, he comprehends— “One should master one’s passions, (love, in chief) “And be loyal to one’s friends!” IX. And she,—she lies in my hand as tame As a pear late basking over a wall; Just a touch to try and off it came; ’Tis mine,—can I let it fall? X. With no mind to eat it, that’s the worst! Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? ’Twas quenching a dozen blue-flies’ thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI. And I,—what I seem to my friend, you see: What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess: What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? No hero, I confess. XII. ’Tis an awkward thing to play with souls, And matter enough to save one’s own: Yet think of my friend, and the burning coals He played with for bits of stone! XIII. One likes to show the truth for the truth; That the woman was light is very true: But suppose she says,—Never mind that youth! What wrong have I done to you? XIV. Well, any how, here the story stays, So far at least as I understand; And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays, Here’s a subject made to your hand!
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A Light Woman
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?— My friend, or the mistress of my friend With her wanton eyes, or me? II. My friend was already too good to lose, And seemed in the way of improvement yet, When she crossed his path with her hunting-noose And over him drew her net. III. When I saw him tangled in her toils, A shame, said I, if she adds just him To her nine-and-ninety other spoils, The hundredth for a whim! IV. And before my friend be wholly hers, How easy to prove to him, I said, An eagle’s the game her pride prefers, Though she snaps at a wren instead! V. So, I gave her eyes my own eyes to take, My hand sought hers as in earnest need, And round she turned for my noble sake, And gave me herself indeed. VI. The eagle am I, with my fame in the world, The wren is he, with his maiden face. —You look away and your lip is curled? Patience, a moment’s space! VII. For see, my friend goes shaling and white; He eyes me as the basilisk: I have turned, it appears, his day to night, Eclipsing his sun’s disk. VIII. And I did it, he thinks, as a very thief: “Though I love her—that, he comprehends— “One should master one’s passions, (love, in chief) “And be loyal to one’s friends!” IX. And she,—she lies in my hand as tame As a pear late basking over a wall; Just a touch to try and off it came; ’Tis mine,—can I let it fall? X. With no mind to eat it, that’s the worst! Were it thrown in the road, would the case assist? ’Twas quenching a dozen blue-flies’ thirst When I gave its stalk a twist. XI. And I,—what I seem to my friend, you see: What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess: What I seem to myself, do you ask of me? No hero, I confess. XII. ’Tis an awkward thing to play with souls, And matter enough to save one’s own: Yet think of my friend, and the burning coals He played with for bits of stone! XIII. One likes to show the truth for the truth; That the woman was light is very true: But suppose she says,—Never mind that youth! What wrong have I done to you? XIV. Well, any how, here the story stays, So far at least as I understand; And, Robert Browning, you writer of plays, Here’s a subject made to your hand!
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ᗩIᑎᕼᗩᖇᗩ ᑕOᑎT. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ When Lyn looks up, she can see several banners; the proud white Lily of Aurelinaea on a gold field and a white mask and brown lute on a crimson field, decorate the buildings. They drape over windows, off the high bridges, roofs and posts. ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Ah yes, today is the Song of the Canals!" Ainhara turns to them. "So, My Lady, where do you want to go first? A walk around the harbour? A ride on the canals? A trip to the museums?" ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Hmmm..." Lyn's eyes fall upon a small bookshop. "I'd like to browse the book- shop first." "Do you not have enough books, My Lady?" ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ "Ah-ah!" Lyn tsked. "One can never have enough books!" Esshi giggles again as Ainhara rolls her eyes as her mistress raises a hand, her finger pointing at the sky. "To the bookstore!" ~ ⚪♫⚪ ~ Lyn skips over like a little girl. "Honestly," Ainhara chuckles. "At least she's smiling, Ainhara." "True," Ainhara could not disagree with her friend. To see the young queen so carefree, dressed so plainly, and above all happy and relaxed, is a relief to them both. Smiling under their veils, she and Esshi to follow behind their young queen.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
♪♫♛♕ тнє мαѕкє∂ вαя∂ XIV ♕♛♫♪
Batter my heart, three-person'd God, for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town to'another due, Labor to'admit you, but oh, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captiv'd, and proves weak or untrue. Yet dearly'I love you, and would be lov'd fain, But am betroth'd unto your enemy; Divorce me,'untie or break that knot again, Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you'enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
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Holy Sonnet XIV
XIV. TO THE MOTHER OF THE GODS (6 lines) (ll. 1-5) I prithee, clear-voiced Muse, daughter of mighty Zeus, sing of the mother of all gods and men. She is well-pleased with the sound of rattles and of timbrels, with the voice of flutes and the outcry of wolves and bright-eyed lions, with echoing hills and wooded coombes. (l. 6) And so hail to you in my song and to all goddesses as well!
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The Homeric Hymns: 14- To The Mother of the Gods
I want to have lunch of all meats and veggies – can someone cook and put them all on the table for me? I want to eat fine at a table of ebony with silverware in King Louis XIV style – can somebody procure them for me? I want to dine in a Hall of Fame Queen Cleo style with singers and slaves and manacled leopards at my feet – Hey, who’s there! get them all ready for me I want them all in a Grand Palace like Versailles not in some petty lowbrow Château de Malmaison - so can someone get it ready by today eve, precisely 5? I want to eat in peace with no noise and braying donkeys so - Hey! can someone shoot that rabble outside unkempt, untidy and always wanting free meals off me!
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Aug 26, 2011
Aug 26, 2011 at 3:07 AM UTC
free meals
I. When watching TV with my grandmother, we stumble upon a film about two beautiful girls who fall in love. When they kiss, she turns away from the screen. Every time. II. I'm getting reading for school in the morning, and turn on an episode of my favorite show. When two of the boys kiss, I glance away out of habit, and my mother whispers, "It's just so strange." III. I'm making lunch in the kitchen when my grandmother remarks, "I don't think anyone can know they're gay until they try being straight." Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. IV. One of the boys I grew up with keeps telling me that I'll find the right man, no matter how many times I correct him. V. When my friend finds out, she says it's okay. But she refuses to hug me. VI. I'm out to dinner with my cousins when  one of them says, "I have a friend who's a lesbian. It's so hot." I excuse myself from the table and spend the rest of the evening sitting in a parking lot. VII. The boys at school say *** every other word. VIII. The girl in the locker room refuses to change next to me. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in my room. I tell her it's a part of a school project. X. In class we talk about gender roles, and a boy gets up and says, "You have to teach your kid to be manly or he'll end up being gay." XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like crying. XII. The youth pastor at my church tells me that I can be cured. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. Every single day, it repeats in my head like a sacred chant. I tell myself I don't deserve to live. Until the day that I don't. -------------------- I. I watch every movie I can find without looking away. II. I smile every time they kiss. III. I develop a stronger stomach. IV. I correct him more forcefully. V. Her sister hugs me twice as hard. VI. I slap my cousin across the face. VII. I decide to see it as a term of endearment. VIII. I stop taking gym. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in the room. I tell her to calm down. X. The girl beside me tells him to shut his mouth. XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like laughing. XII. I pray for her. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. XVI. Until the day that I don't.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
The Days That I Don't
I. When watching TV with my grandmother, we stumble upon a film about two beautiful girls who fall in love. When they kiss, she turns away from the screen. Every time. II. I'm getting reading for school in the morning, and turn on an episode of my favorite show. When two of the boys kiss, I glance away out of habit, and my mother whispers, "It's just so strange." III. I'm making lunch in the kitchen when my grandmother remarks, "I don't think anyone can know they're gay until they try being straight." Suddenly, I'm not hungry anymore. IV. One of the boys I grew up with keeps telling me that I'll find the right man, no matter how many times I correct him. V. When my friend finds out, she says it's okay. But she refuses to hug me. VI. I'm out to dinner with my cousins when  one of them says, "I have a friend who's a lesbian. It's so hot." I excuse myself from the table and spend the rest of the evening sitting in a parking lot. VII. The boys at school say *** every other word. VIII. The girl in the locker room refuses to change next to me. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in my room. I tell her it's a part of a school project. X. In class we talk about gender roles, and a boy gets up and says, "You have to teach your kid to be manly or he'll end up being gay." XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like crying. XII. The youth pastor at my church tells me that I can be cured. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. Every single day, it repeats in my head like a sacred chant. I tell myself I don't deserve to live. Until the day that I don't. -------------------- I. I watch every movie I can find without looking away. II. I smile every time they kiss. III. I develop a stronger stomach. IV. I correct him more forcefully. V. Her sister hugs me twice as hard. VI. I slap my cousin across the face. VII. I decide to see it as a term of endearment. VIII. I stop taking gym. IX. My grandmother finds a love poem in the room. I tell her to calm down. X. The girl beside me tells him to shut his mouth. XI. Someone says the word **** and I feel like laughing. XII. I pray for her. XIII. Everyone tells me I'm wrong. XIV. I tell myself I am wrong. XVI. Until the day that I don't.
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. (Earl Jane Nagley) *i. My sweetest king, I am here waiting for you, I clasp on to our love. ii. All my life I’ve been searching for you, Now I have you in my arms, I’ll never let you go. iii. Don’t be weary my love, Let my love kiss your fears away, My warmth as assurance I’ll stay. iv. My eyes wander in the skies, As my heart shouts your name, I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet. v. Oh my darling, No matter how long it will take, I’ll take all risk, just to be with you. vi. So soon my soulmate, Our patience in love will be rewarded, We’ll be together, forever. vii. When we’ll meet, I’ll enclose you tight, Nothing will ever take us apart.* (Brandon Nagley) **viii. Mine saccharine select I'm here mine pet; I grasp thy breath. ix. All mine day's I've groaned in pains; Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace. x. Now thou art here Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's; For comfort hast given me a home in thee. xi. O' love, lover, queen O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet; Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity. xii. If it takes a thousand light year's Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near; As tis eternity I wilt be with thou. xiii. On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room, Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon. xiv. We shalt meeteth O' we shalt meeteth; And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul.** © Earl Jane - Brandon Collaborations ♥ Lovers Incorporated
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Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
בואו של השמים הפתוחים, ואת הצגת הארון - כשאנחנו נפגשים ( Let the heaven's open, and the ark show- when we meet)- hebrew tongue- Duo poem by me and my amazing king Brandon Nagley...
. (Earl Jane Nagley) *i. My sweetest king, I am here waiting for you, I clasp on to our love. ii. All my life I’ve been searching for you, Now I have you in my arms, I’ll never let you go. iii. Don’t be weary my love, Let my love kiss your fears away, My warmth as assurance I’ll stay. iv. My eyes wander in the skies, As my heart shouts your name, I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet. v. Oh my darling, No matter how long it will take, I’ll take all risk, just to be with you. vi. So soon my soulmate, Our patience in love will be rewarded, We’ll be together, forever. vii. When we’ll meet, I’ll enclose you tight, Nothing will ever take us apart.* (Brandon Nagley) **viii. Mine saccharine select I'm here mine pet; I grasp thy breath. ix. All mine day's I've groaned in pains; Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace. x. Now thou art here Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's; For comfort hast given me a home in thee. xi. O' love, lover, queen O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet; Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity. xii. If it takes a thousand light year's Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near; As tis eternity I wilt be with thou. xiii. On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room, Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon. xiv. We shalt meeteth O' we shalt meeteth; And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul.** © Earl Jane - Brandon Collaborations ♥ Lovers Incorporated
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Batter my heart, three-personed God; for you As yet but knock, breathe, shine, and seek to mend; That I may rise and stand, o’erthrow me, and bend Your force to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurped town, to another due, Labor to admit you, but O, to no end; Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, but is captived, and proves weak or untrue. yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain, But am betrothed unto your enemy. Divorce me, untie or break that knot again; Take me to you, imprison me, for I, Except you enthrall me, never shall be free, Nor even chaste, except you ravish me.
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Holy Sonnet XIV: Batter My Heart, Three-Personed God
Trump sure knows how to share the sacrifices, spread that butter a little thin on his own toast, as say ... when he weekends at Mar-a-Lago, that opulent palace-like estate with its Flemish tapestries, lavish oriental rugs, & a Louis XIV-style ballroom, with $7 million in gold leaf on the walls, one-more-time ... $7 million in gold-leaf on the walls, & it is here that he relaxes every weekend this Sun-King of ours, this Oriental Potentate, this Pasha in crushed velvet, the cost of these jolly jaunts is $4 million each weekend, oh … & there’s $4 million a month for Melania & Barron too, poor young Barron, who one does feel for in a way. So … at the risk of sounding like an early 20th century Bolshevik & drawing attention to inequalities & injustices & wealth & rank luxury at the very time when hungry & lonesome old folks are to be deprived of basic nourishment, I'll say: "The revolution is not an apple that falls when it is ripe. You have to make it fall."
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
“Oh Let Them Eat Cake”
i. take a lesson from the way watercolor paint bleeds through notebook paper ii. if i lose my mind and we lose our clothes i promise to never lose our hands and i hope you never hate me when the sun is up iii. you made your bed now lay in mine iv. my death wish is you telling me that you're sorry over and over again v. all of these streetlights won't stop staring at me vi. your eyelids, someone wants to kiss those and no it's not me okay it is vii. what do you mean you don't keep all of my exhales in a glass jar viii. i loved a thing once and then i died ix. **** the world and then don't text it back the morning after x. **** your love is my benzodiazepine xi. are we making love or sulfuric acid xii. how it is vs. how i want it to be vs. how it should actually be xiii. oh, you didn't hear? your raspy screams and hollowed eyes aren't enough anymore xiv. and now every car crash sounds like the last time you ever said my name xv. pretty sure i have john f. kennedy's brain xvi. you whispered "i love you" and it sounds more like an apology than anything xvii. i have no poetry left inside of me, just a lot of white paint xviii. accidentally bashed my head into a wall on purpose today and yes, i still have a mind and yes, you're still on it
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
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