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 Jan 2017
Earl Jane


I bathe you with my tears of love,
Hoping that it will overflow,
And that someday,
It will sail you next to me.


© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
For Brandon ❤
 Jan 2017
brandon nagley
O' agrestrial daisy, don't lose hope; for mine love is not fading. Ague hast hit me, thirsting to touch just one finger from thy hand.

Im a child within a man;

Im weak, hurting, eyes worn,
Drowned in no time,
One pocket and a dime,
As I seek out thy soul,
Mine soul wails and mourns.

Seeking a vessel, to sail the sea's,
I'd do anything, to get to mine queen;
Anything tis, tis I'd do, even if still far, I love thee mine muse.

Dost thou not seest, mine heart beating quick; it quiver's, it aches,
From the fears that I get.

The fears tis I get, to be thine own best, even in mine sorrows,
Darkness, distress.

I smile to impress, to show thee warmth, because O' how I love thee; even in mine own hurt.

Even in mine own pain, with crooked teeth, and an ancient way; im a soul of the past, not one of today.

When thou art cold, mine hair wilt be thy quilt, when the world try's to hurt thee, I'll take all it's filth.

When the cloud's overcome thee, I shalt be thy sunlight; when thou only knowest wrong, I'll make it all right.

When the bird's no longer chirp, i'll be that baby bird; that whisper's it loves thee, even in all of it's hurt.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedication
agrestrial: pertaining to something that grows wild.
Mine:my.
Ague: a mild fever. Chills shakes with cold.
Hast : has.
Thou:you.
Wails: crying out in pain.
Tis: it is.
Vessel: large boat.
Muse: person or personified force who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.
Seest:see.
Wilt: will.
Thee: you.
Knowest: know.
 Jan 2017
Doug Potter
Entangled in plastic
and  fishing line
eyes pecked by
crows; a new
America.
"heaven's not a place
that you go when you die
it's that moment in life
when you touch her
and you feel alive"

my fingertips
grace your skin
interlocked lips
where have you been
all my life

every moment i feel
your skin on mine
i know heaven is real
and you are the sign
heaven on earth

you touch me
and i melt for you
can't you see
what it is you do
to me, darling

you are my heaven
and as such i'm yours
one to ten: you're eleven
you're a sunday sans chores
i love you
 Dec 2016
wordvango
to picture him in I would say
he is **** and pusher womanizer
comedian streetwise
strong genius parachute 1st Airborne
Korea and Vietnam
black and white and all religions
player extraordinaire
but, if he likes you he has your back
he is like the Devil the Saint
the best **** man I ever knew.
Pops, you are getting old. 84 now, soon to be 85. I said you would outlive me.
But, I want you to realize before either of us leave here, how much you have meant to me. You are my  hero!
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