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brandon nagley Jul 2015
The promise of vexation hath come to me again
It fills mine worries
And delights me as kin..

To wanteth just ones all
From beginning to end
To stand in a hall
Of marital bliss....

To look up ahead
To ***** on below
None others let in
Just two lovers made whole.....

A chandelier madeth of obsidian
Dusk as ourn floor's
Righteous opal
For mine mi amour

Nothing asunder
Just wonder's of polite
The cat's eye moonstone
A splendid insight......



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Sep 2015
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JųŞŧ ɧɛř קřɛŞɛŋĆɛ
MąҠɛŧɧ mɛ ąცŞզųąŧųٳąŧɛ;
I'm ʝųŞŧ ą קɛąŞąŋŧ
TıŞ Şɧɛ'Ş ŧɧɛ զųɛɛŋ ơʄ ŧɧɛ Şŧąř'Ş Şɧɛ ŋą۷ıɠąŧɛŞ.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (pookie) dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
If can't read poem reads as this

i.

Just her presence
Maketh me absquatulate;
I'm just a peasant
Tis she's the queen of the star's she navigates.

absquatulate means leave abruptly...
brandon nagley May 2015
poetry to some,
are just strange words dotted down on paper ..
to quote (express our selves) to some....

But its just not an expression oh reader...Its a way of living those words
its the soul in writing form in its most primal creation from god to man..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Man seeketh a mansion
A boat
A car
A rope

To hang himself I mean...
From all his lonesomeness
Due to His worldly addictions

And I just seeketh one five second phone call
And an I love thou mi amour '

Yea
Tis
I know
A hopeless foolish romantic I am...

Lost to a new aged era..
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Reyna;

If I dieth in the fire
Tuck me in Corinthian attire;

If mine lung's, shalt faileth and succumb
To the pitch black dusk, wherein their is no sun.

Reyna;

If mine eye's rolleth back
Put oriental pennies on them, to floateth down thy river.

If mine brawn doth frail
Be sure to giveth away mine treasure's.

Giveth charity to the poor man
Underneath I/75 bridge.

Mine spirit shalt be watching over thee
And ourn abode of bliss.

Reyna;

Just in case the morn doth not make it
I just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine queen, and mine basis.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Just a quick thank thou to God
For mine ( Mi amour')
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Ive just excepted the fact
I can't be more
Than I'd like to be..

I guess I'm just me..
I guess
I just try to hard
For mine own selfish desires

Though I must just let things be ..
Though I want soo much more,

Ive excepted reality!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Heart out In the open
It canst feeleth the wind's breeze;
To afraid to let anyone in
I feareth it just might bleed.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley May 2015
Blackguard pontiffs are bonified magicians,
The brook of neutrality has faded,
Canteen dated apples make caprice the unbreathable air's faulty conditions!!!!

Cataract chase will undertake thy crown,
Thou art gagged and bound to worldly view of conduct,
Non obstruct thy debility of nobilities sublime heritage!!!

Thou prison castle dweller,
Thou worm stuck in the tanks filter!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
As tis I've noticed in this new dawning age, men and women used to know what the real meaning of love was. Men used to open doors for their women, men would take care of all of their women's needs, and treat her as a queen, as if you notice hardly any men no more call their women Queen's anymore. They've put them on magazines to be eyed down by perverted men, the media and newscast makes it as if ( normalcy) to lust. To put a false reality in man's head. To make young BOYS and men alike think " gee, these women ( actuality being Queens) are nothing more than a ****** object, nothing more good to life than to be a ****** object, material, and slave to man's wants and devlish desires... As verily, I tell you, Satan is behind the magic screen, in spiritual realm, and on our own hellish planet. As my god of Christ taught which BTW don't care what you feel of mine own beliefs. The scripture sais (Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour.).. 1st Peter chap 5 verse 8....as truth is Satan walks around seeking who he may devour.. He's a master schemist and artist at falsehood. As man is following the way of him.. Man since a young age has been taught the woman is a slave. A *** object. A material, which sickens me to see men these days all around this earth call women their ( *****, *****, ***, ****, ****, the list can go on....... As I don't like to *** whatsoever I don't believe in cussing, just because I don't *** doesn't mean I'm better than those of you who do BTW. Just my god taught for one to bridle our tounge, meaning ( hold it back,) and to watch how we speak. Because how we say things is an example of who we are and what be believe.... As I said I'm not better than any of you as some may think that I think that I am better... I'm a sinner Im no saint I'm just giving you truth ones may not seek to hear or listen to... We are suppose to speak holy in a way at least not in that manner... And for a man to call a queen ( **** or *****) he has lost sight, a woman was put here to be loved, cherished and treated as a queen, a jewel, a gem. A treasure!! if you would go out in the desert and look for gold . wouldn't you treasure that treasure? Wouldn't you respect it? As you would yourself? If you even have respect for you? If you do not respect yourself I pray you will see your own beauty friend, as god doesnt want us like that, and wants us to cherish our queens and loves... And it isn't just men, fact is women to do same to men, call their men ( *******, so on) can't you see? We are here to cherish, comfort, and love another beings,  many ask the ??? Who believe and don't believe in God... What is your purpose eh? For one your purpose is to love. That's the fulfilling of gods law. Whether you believe in him or not we are put here to love cherish and forgive another and comfort another. As I say always. Without forgiveness there is NO love, and without love there is No forgiveness.... You must have both. As do I notice daily so much hatred for your fellow man, and even pets/and animals around the world, you **** another, and hurt, and hold onto grudges against another.   Don't you see??? God taught us to forgive. You wanna know why forgive?? Because when you hold onto those grudges of past pain's and anger against another... It hurts you more than it does the other person. And for one God doesn't want that for you. He wants us happy. He wants us not slave to our angers and hurt and fears... As so many hold back their love BTW because of fear of everything. And we wonder why we aren't moving ahead in life. Yes the human in me fears things to. I'm not perfect but when it comes to love, why hold back? Why? When tommorrow we might not have another chance to forgive one or to love the people we truly do in this life... And then when we die we have to carry that burden or anger, hurt, regret and the things we ( didint say, or do) onto the next life... And that is a far bigger burden than I need or anyone else does friends... And people these day's will put all their time into car's, money, homes, materials, earthly things!!! Which yes, are wonderful to have... But what if that lover you love that you show no love to or have been mistreating or putting on the back-burner dies today? Or tommorrow? You'd regret every last minute as the ones who have lost their loved ones whether family,moms, dads, brothers, sisters, wives, husband, boyfriends, girlfriends, so on have found out... When they loose sight of what's important, love , then we loose who we are, we loose all meaning to what life should be about.... Love... And if you loose sight of love. Surely you've lost sight of what your life should be about .....to many take life and love for granted, Maby you should take a look at what's important, because in the next life we can't carry our money, cars. Or houses, or materials on, we only have our souls, and the things meaning actions, love, and feelings we have onto the next life... Maby you should think of that


God bless,
Brsndon nagley


©Brandon Cory nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©love and truth and thoughts...
This is for all people not aimed at one.  All
brandon nagley Jul 2015
I just wanted her to know
In case mine soul releases mine body,
She'll always be mine home
Mine abode, amour, lover, best friend, who to me is so godly!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
When wanting realness,
How long must one waiteth?
When trying to show one thy love daily,
How long until they see it in full spectrum?
Forever lingering in lonely patience...
Tis
Tis
Such lonesome patience!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
If I hid,
The amare of mine life
Tis love wouldst not be real...
For she is mine light!
I cannot hideth her,
For mine soul won't let that be,
For she's mine all
I just want for all the world
To see...
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The best part of love,
Is even when we think we can't love much more than we already do...
Due to the fact were already over the top in love....
Ourn love seems to groweth daily even more....
And just when we think it can't get better than this
Because we're already to madly crazily in love!!!!!
That amour' seemeth to cultivate ten-fold.......
By the second,
Hour,
Day
Night
Minutes .....
And it feeleth soo grand!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Verily I wilt telleth thee this
The truth doesn't cometh
By looking into the kaleidoscope of life,
Truth cometh when thou knoweth that thou art about to die.....
Then we seeith the whole picture of thing's...
And knowing this truth
That God needeth me home soon
I shalt maketh every last second
A second of love....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Verily I wilt telleth thee this
The truth doesn't cometh
By looking into the kaleidoscope of life,
Truth cometh when thou knoweth that thou art about to die.....
Then we seeith the whole picture of thing's...
And knowing this truth
That God needeth me home soon
I shalt maketh every last second
A second of love....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
Hell can't stand the light:
That's why they kicked me out....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Aug 2015
KILIG
An explosion of butterfly's;
Whenever I looketh, into earl Jane's eye's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Kilig in Filipino tongue means butterfly's in one's stomach ....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Aghast I was in, then an alien nonnative of this planet aroseth,
Her precious stones pierced me, nonjudgementally, I cried;
I bawled, as tis not in a bad way, but because her beautiful glimpse, her standing there, she saved me from the darkly stench.

ii

The kilig she giveth me is overwhelming, Kalinaw is delivering
I shalt Indak with her on the Hill's of her land, an Oriental band;
A queen, and one man, that man me, aforetime's I was lonesome
Tis now I am happy, she maketh mine wing's, flappeth so highly.

iii

She cometh at perfect timing, she assuage's mine hand's hole's,
She taketh the rivet's out from mine feet, she inspires me with her coming goals, mine sensation for her as a backarapper
Cracking to the fireworks glitz, her head on mine shoulder, lip's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Kilig means( butterfly's in ones stomach) Filipino tongue
Kalinaw means serenity or tranquility I'm Filipino tongue
Indak- means to dance in time with the music-filipino tongue
Backarapper in old tongue means like a firework display or show
brandon nagley Jul 2015
A king with no queen
He stand's in his castle;
Of celestial thing's.

A beau with none candle's
To lighteth his black room;
Moribund he lies, awake to his tomb.

A knife and a spoon
To chop at his skin;
He left all behind, for one to cometh in.

An axe to his heart
Stake to his brain;
Promises himself, not to look for any queen again.

Though he still wishes
For hopeless romance;
He dies alone daily, a regular prance.

Prancing his garden
Up upon the English hill;
Now he's forgotten romance, as him others hath killed....


©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
For noone just sounded good to write (: for readers so you know.
brandon nagley Jun 2016
Kiyahaga jane, Kiyahaga,
The entrance is narrow,
Enter in; up the stairway
Of adamant wing's from
Cherubic sparrow's. Here
Mine love, there's none
Need to weareth aged
Flesh.

                  Inena, to the place of godly rest.

Thou shalt be made a dress,
From intangible material;
A pattern of the past,
Present, and future;
A glowing touch
Surreal.

             Nasgigwo Winigalsd, Nasgigwo Winigalsd;

Carven prayer's shalt reach the great one's
Throne, intertwined we'll be, with peace as
Home; worries none more, no skin nor bone
Shalt pass this zone, of angelic habitation.


Gvgeyu, Gvgeyu
O' we shalt love, a purest truth;
Galohisdi Hisdugi, come on through-
Thou art me, me thee, spiritual blood
Releasing.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedicated
Kiyahaga- pronounced like  (key-ya-ha-gah) means ( come in) in Cherokee native american language.
Adamant - diamond .
Weareth- wear.
Inena- pronounced  (ee-nay-nah) means go with me.
Nasgigwo Winigalsd- which pronounced is like (nahs-gee-gwoe we-nee-gah-sht) means - amen, or let it be that way. It's for ending prayer to God! I mean it as amen.
Carven- archaic for saying carved.
Gvgeyu =  pronounced as (guh-gay-you) I love you in Cherokee.
Galohisdi Hisdugi- open the door pronounced like - (gah-low-he-shtee  he-sh-do-gee) Cherokee tongue.

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brandon nagley Jul 2015
i

Mi amour', let me taketh thy anguish
Mi amour', let me shake away thy learyness
Mi amour', let me hold all thy miseries
Mi amour', let me set thou flying free.

ii

Mi amour', let me taketh those uncertainties
Mi amour', let me take thy pains for thee
Mi amour', let me taketh all thine vex
Mi amour', I lie down mine life, for thy heart to beat in thy chest.

iii

Mi amour', stomp out those mindful doubts
Mi amour', thou already knoweth, what I am about
Mi amour', I'm gonna always be at thy side
Mi amour', I knoweth baby steps, though I feeleth thy cry.

iv

Mi amour', I'm here inside thy soul
Mi amour', mine completion, mine abode
Mi amour', taketh all of me
Mi amour', I'm thy dream, also thy reality.

v

Mi amour', throw thy distress to the winds
Mi amour', I'm knocking, wilt thou let me in?
Mi amour', I hath not gone away, I'll be here in the morn
Mi amour', mi amour', mi amour', I stand knocking for thee.......
Knocking at thy casa door........

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
This is just saying I love mine queen Elsa and will always be at her side... She always wonder? Will I leave her????? Neverrrrr
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I was standing at her door knocking

(Knock) (knock)
(Knock) (knock)

Who's there,
She whispered

Tis me,

Me who she said

Tis thy amour'
Now open thy door!!!

(Her) Go away I dont need thou no more!!!

As I walked away Soo distraught
So emptied handed!!!

As everything made Soo much sense,
Until I lost mi amour'
brandon nagley Sep 2015
i.

An enthusiast of Japan
With her love of detective conan;
She loveth YouTube, and small thing's cute
Her voice is uplifting, maketh a lame man start moving.

ii.

From the ancient province
Of Misamis Occidental;
In the northern Mindanao region
Her birth was preordained, not accidental.

iii.

Her favorite color's yellow
And looketh **** in yellow dress;
Though I love her also in black
And red she's a Filipino conqueress.

iv.

I knoweth all about her
Inside and all out;
She's a present wrapped in palm's
She's mine soulmate, no doubt.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (soulmate)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Ones scared of the unknown
Because they themselves
Are ( known)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I've heard one say
Poets are crazy
Yea
Got that right
I am!
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Her Bayanihan entity, maketh me Muni-muni in the dusk
Her Humaling for me is relishing, alleluia for her, wanderlust;
I wilt court her mine soon, so she shalt knoweth all is bona fide
I'll taketh her hand in courtship, pushing all the past hurt aside.

ii

I wilt Siping with her in the sugar, in the bowl she dip's her hand
I'll dip mine finger's as well deep inside, inside her mind of tan;
I'll draweth her name on cardboard, and use black marker to,
Like bairn's in yard's, with relic yarn, I'll connect to mine muse.

iii

And thus to be fused, from ourn electrical sensual Spark's
Naked in the world's view, just as actor's, playing the stage part;
Though tis no script, this page is written by ourn amorous desire
Indigenous bodie's, to light the torches, love HOTT, all sweet fire.

iv

Mango to be viscid, between me and her's succulent tang
Her arm's wrapped around mine neck, not letting go, she hang's;
She is Makisig in perfect perfection, wearing a domino mask
Ballroom style, she driveth me wild, her love tis free, not a task.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©あある じぇえん
Bayanihan- means a spirit of communal unity and cooperation in Filipino....
Muni-muni- means to think deeply or ponder in Filipino
Humaling- means extreme fondness.,..
Siping means - to lie down beside someone.
Makisig means well dressed way I used it, can also mean dashing and georgious in Filipino.... Enjoy!!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
That bloodied unpasteurized murmer
In mine solicitude heart
Trepidates in beasting screams
I cryeth out for more
The amour' to be more than just dreams...

As many dont like putting labels on a title

I guess I'm just one who likes labels I guess
Tis,
Just who I am
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I took off his La Borracha mask
As I put it on mine own face,

I couldst feel the burden from all he hadst felt
And I wanna telleth thou
That burden is so heavy,

As I wish I couldst carry it for him.......
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Labyrinthine thruway
Unto her house
Wherein just one king and queen
Shalt make amour' until neverending paradise
Two in deepest melody
Making a holy sacrifice!!!!
brandon nagley Apr 2017
O' unrelenting dolor, on mine
head thou dost drip, mixing
With mine lachrymose
Glossed lips. How much
More canst mine mind
And body take, maybe
I'll set the pencil down,
The more sickly I feel,
Noones hear to listen,
Only hearing is the real.
I guess I'll continue holding
Onto the tightrope that I dangle,
None human-contact in mine angle
to clasp a soulful-hopeful fool as I; none
Lingo of aye from heavens kind, just liquid
I'll sip that wilt fall from mine weary Eyne.


© Brandon nagley​
© Lonesome poets poetry
Word meanings-
Dolor- state of great sorrow or distress.
Mine- my.
Thou- you.
Dost- do.
lachrymose-tearful or given to weeping.
Canst-can.
None-no.
Lingo- foreign or local dialect (chat, conversation, talking).
Aye-yes.
Wilt-will.
Eyne- eyes.
Thou-you
Art-are.
brandon nagley Sep 2015
( Jane)
Oh my sweetest king,
You’re an angel that God sent,
You’ve saved me from darkness!

You’ve illuminated my somber world,
And limn rainbows,
I’m in total wonderment.

You’ve colored my dark eyes,
Lustrous hue of love and care,
Oh how astounding!

Oh my King,
You are my greatest blessing,
Interminable bliss!

Oh my King,
These arms yearns for your warmth,
And feel each of your heartbeat.

I’m thirsty my King,
Come closer and closer dear,
Quench me with your kisses.

Oh my King,
How I want to stare at your eyes,
They carry me to paradise!

Your voice calling me,
Enkindled this slumbered love,
I’m lavishing them all to you.

I’ll meet you so soon,
Enfold you eternally,
And will never let you go.

I’ll clasp your hand tight,
And will present you to the world,
That you are my KING!
How I long to watch you dearly,
While you are in your deep sleep,
And will wake you with my kiss.

I’ll be your nurse,
When you are sick and weak,
I’m so fain to take care of you!

I will to cook for you,
And will feed you as you to me,
How wonderful that would be!

I will rest my head in your chest,
And feel your arms wrapping around me,
My best solace!

I will sing for you my King,
Endlessly with my willing heart,
Just to make you gleeful and at peace.

I’ll dance you,
With the rhythm of my love,
Eternally under the moonlight glow.

Your celestial face I desire to touch,
And will expatiate my love for you,
Face to face, with my eyes affix on yours.

I will wait, my King,
Even forever for you,
You’re all that I need.

Fear no more my King,
For I will never leave you,
I will always be by your side.

( me, Brandon)

O' Queen, mine amour'
Blossom of faraway world's;
Thou hath given me life.

Thou hath illumined mine being
Thou hath lifted away mine sting;
I'm in awe from thine selflessness.

In mine sight
Thou hath shown me a might;
And power in thine delight.

O' mine other half
Thou art mine wondrous rose;
I'm beholden as thine own, in thine presence I glow.

O' mine sovereign
Gold of the creator's streets;
Ancient treasure of mystical lantern's.

Im parched mine lass
Cometh near, drench me fast;
With thine tounge to caress the smile I hath.

O' mine ecstasy
How I needeth thee next to me;
To effect me with thine lip's, so succulent.

Tis, yes I do calleth thee
Mine amare for thineself scream's;
I'll enter thy dream's, and caress thine anguish.

We shalt cometh together
Under the moon, and tropical weather;
Floating aloft, Filipino feather's.

I shalt locketh with thine finger's
With a ring upon it, I shalt put;
Whilst the universe watches ourn openess
Hell shalt tremble by ourn book.

I shalt be thine doctor
To shocketh thy heart back to Animation;
Two angelic's guiding another, both Jehovah's patient's.

I shalt prepare for thee
Home cooked refection;
Southern, and northern confection's.

I shalt wrappeth mine arm's
Over thine hip's;
As mine leg's over thine own, blanket's we shalt between grip.

I shalt recite poetry for thee dove
Blessing's of thine hug's
Giveth me perfection.

I wilt sway in way's of the deep
Thine tear's no more shalt weep;
And swept on feet's, we swoon.

Thine eyelid's I wilt Pierce
Into thine rib's mine own mirror;
Seeing mineself slip into.

I wilt rest
Until the day;
We do cometh, in contact of ourn skin's way's.

O' sweet queen Jane
Sleep mine love;
When thou shalt waketh, I'll be next to thee mine flowering bud.


©Brandon nagley/Earl Jane nagley collaboration...
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Elsa,
This is a tribute to thee
If it wasn't for thyself helping me
I don't knoweth where I'd be!!!!
See everyone,
If it wasn't for elsa angelica sharing all mine works
Since I first came here,
I'd be a nobody poet!!!!
But out of her angel unearthly ways
She's madeth me a star for the hopeless!!!!
She's given us all a light
As tis lately she's been down and feels no worth,
Everyone should write elsa
And showeth her she's a poetic angel of gods work!!!
She wasn't sculpted here by mere creatures
The stars of ourn creator madeth her to be,
She's not any of us!!!
Canst thou see?
don't thou seeith?
She's been here for all of us,
Especially me....
She's a king's fantasy
And every real man's dream!!!
She may haveth her haters
Yet don't we all!!!
Yet we need to remind her
She's a seraphim we look to for her love...
Though she's struggling much
Why else art we here?
To help one another
As we shalt help her in these evil year's....
Giveth her notice,
Because angels cometh and goeth
She's a friend here to so many
As her affections to us she showeth...
She's an astronaut cherub from her moon
Yet she shalt return soon.
So whilst she's here HP,
Showeth her love
Respect,
And let her know she's a true queen!!!!!
And she doesn't feel so beautiful inside
So I make a command to tell her different,
Because she's fulfilled all of ourn happiness
She's the serpahim of poet's wishes.  





( this is a thank you elsa) when I first got here you showed all me work to the world)
If it wasn't for you alot of us would be nothing!!!!!
Ps- this goes for other poets to who have boosted me
God bless you all!!!! Thank you
Especially you elsa angel !!!!!
brandon nagley May 2015
Ladybug, where does thine own self dwell? Thou art quiet, defiant; a leader of the pack of colorful shells.
Thou hast lined the wall's with thine wing's spread far wide, thou hath tried to flyeth, yet only end back from whence thou began!!!Creature no one understands.
Flourisher of restfulness, gathering knowledge to gain speed. After all no one seeith the smallest beauty such as thyself! Doth thou need help?
Is thy destination predetermined as mine feels? You'd walk slower in heel's if that was the case......
You'd rush the highest branch to calleth the view thine own place!!!
Such a lonesome face, thy cataract's seeith in all views... Old and new, ugly and complete!!! You've seen all brokenness and defeat! Haven't you the smallest of loves?
Angel of bugs, spotted ladybug of mine.......


©Lonesome poets poetry
©brandon Nagley
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Her ****** words coax me,
Her morphine mind entraps me
Her sense of time enwraps me
Her ***** paen's inspire me

Her ******* knowledge enhances me
Her flowered foliage remembers me
Her ****** boil ablazes me
Her
Mine queen
Her
Mine aimer...
brandon nagley Mar 2016
Afield from thee, tis true,
Though I shalt abide;
Betwixt space and time,
Awaiting thy side-to be
Next to mine. Seven
Month's hath passed,
Another seventy-seven
Lifetime's I awaiteth
To catch, to catcheth
Mine eye's on thine.
An immortal's life-
Time; we shalt
Quobrasine in
This and the
Next life- happy seventh anniversary
Mine soulmate, àgapi mou, zoi mou, best friend. Godsend.
Mine Jane sardua.
Mine wife.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedication
Afield- means (  away, especially from home)
Abide- many meanings to it. Though I mean ( wait)
Thine- yours.
Betwixt means- between
Thee- you.
Tis- it is.
Quobrasine- word I created meaning ( connect in spiritual form)
brandon nagley Dec 2015
i.

Just in case
Just in case mine lass;
If tonight I taketh mine last breath
And mine soul through the city of gold shalt pass.

ii.

Just in case
Just in case mine Reyna;
If tomorrow I do not wakest
And mine body's a deathly patina.

iii.

Just in case
Just in case mine Jane;
I want to thanketh thee, for thine friendship, amare, and care,
And giving me happiness, beyond all mine hopes and dream's.

iv.

Just in case
Just in case mine seraphim;
I go into the deep,
Thus mine mother shalt leaveth thee mine keep's, mine native American necklace, poem's; a lock of mine blonde hair.

v.

Just in case I sleepeth
And passeth on eternally;
I shalt be waiting, I made thee a promise
To meetest thou mine queen.
So If mine eyeball's faileth
And mine spirit chooseth to soar,
Surely mine Earl Jane Nagley
I'll meeteth thee at heaven's door.



©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry

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Hari means king in Filipino tongue
Reyna means queen in Filipino tongue
For you who read hashtags ((::::
brandon nagley Jun 2015
That ****** burglar called lonesomeness hath reared its larcenist head, its cometh to greet me, beat me. Abuse me again!!! That bandit forlornness hath ticked in mine brain, click clock, tick tock, driving me to mine veins.

It rolleth me up
And spitteth me out
Like a piece of defecation
Maketh me doubt.
It syringes mine sheath
It wraps me in dung
Maketh me sleep
In slumber and mud
Maby I'll just walk
And dissapear
Draweth to heaven I do
As heaven bringeth me near..
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I guess in a way
Mine love for another is like larceny......

It sweeps the person out from under their feet
And steal's their breathe from out of their lungs.....
brandon nagley May 2015
Why search anymore?
For heart thieves and bandits?
For such need to get back emptiness?

For as it seemeth,
All thine good ones are taken or lost by worldly worship!!!!

Yet,


No longer must I seek,
Though can only pray one may quest for me....
brandon nagley May 2015
Well of life, oh well of life!!! Spring me thy vibrant blamelessness,
For am I amyss? Wishful to Pius beliefs? That theres a queen, not a thief?
Staring at her screen as me!!!
Consternation in unbelief?

Gathering her end day fears!!!

Shall she pike near?
And hitchike mine hazy distortion?
With our love would be proportion,
No distortionary tyrant to ourn view!!!
Sleeping silently in our room,
Being as just small wombs!!!

Acquisitive and itchy to our next step!!!!

For tis this I have wept,
Thinking over and over,

For wheres thine four leaf clover,
For mine good Irish luck?

Trapped in the ducts of civilation lost?

For what's thy cost old globed ball see'r?

A pound or a ruby?
A million in cash?
Or cheap movie?

For I'd give you mine all to basque in ones appearance,

A PRI maddona I strive in all
Contrivance.....
brandon nagley Aug 2015
i

Confectionery amour', quiet peaceful girl, flower haired gem
Whilst we maketh love to the old spinning record, eyes content;
The moon to leadeth ourn feet, bathed in chocolate fountain,
We prance as freely Galloper's, thither the desert, cool mountain

ii

I'll meeteth thee at the playground, inked in ourn red blotch,
No ticking tumultuous hand, to ruin ourn plan's, none to watch;
A private invitation, a rosey petal to surrender thine oath and vow, a seeded rightful city, conversation open and aroused

iii

Charlatan's to be naysayer's, exactly as the rest hath becometh,
Ourn cloak's to be as spiritual coat's, dashing in none repugnance
The waterside to be ourn resting residence, the pasture plain's to awaken ourn brain's, as we shalt be marksmen of lass and lad.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Made up story for whoever comes along I guess lol just nice story on hopeful for one to love me one day (::
brandon nagley Jun 2015
She asked if I was a girl
She couldn't tell by the flowers in mine hair?

If I was a girl
I'd be one ugly brute...
Ha!!!!









Lol
This is a joke! No I'm not a girl lol a man with femininity but all man tis I say!!();
brandon nagley May 2016
(Dedicated to my mother, Juna Marie Nagley- happy mother's day momma!!!)

O' Màthair, Màthair, from whence I birthed.
Best friend, mine Angel, mine guide; Disguised
As a lady at birth; it's from thine womb from
Whence I arrived, this is a thanking thee, to
A flawless seraph, mine Màthair, mine Màthair-
To thee; whom do I compareth?

Anglamotharia, thou hath always met mine need's,
When mine knee was scraped, and when I got sick;
Thou wouldst alway's protecteth me. Eyne blue as
The sea's, hair blonde as the street's thou hath
stemmed from, Anglamotharia-Jehovah's chosen
One, mine host of host's, guardian from the ghost's
Who always tried to hurt thy own son.
Anglamotharia, from whence I am from-
Latha màthair math; angelic one.

(Second part is a mothers day dedication to my mother in law Evangeline sardua- Earl Jane sardua my Queens mother....)

Adlaw Malipayon inahan, dearest mother-in-law, the Apple to Jane's vision, hardworking, gentle-calm. I thankest thee for showing Jane the right way's; the way's of God, the way's of love, O' heaven knoweth thy name.

Adlaw Malipayon inahan, woman who knoweth none time, for thine family is thy priority; thou cookest and cleanest, thy labor hath heavied over time, mayest the Lord bless thee and keep thee, and the Lord make His face shine upon thee. And be gracious to thee. The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee,
And give thee peace. Mayest thine abode be a blessing from Mount malindang-west unto East. Mayest Yeshua guideth thy feet to where dangerous travels cometh and goeth. Mayest the word of God always from thy mouth appear and floweth. Mayest this mother's day, be a remembrance to thee, Evangeline; thy love hath not been forgotten, this is mine gift and thanking to thee.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©mothers day dedication to two special mother's ( Evangeline Sardua, janes mother, and dedication to my mother juna Marie Nagley, ) happy mother's day to both of you and may God shine his face upon you!!! With love Brandon!!
First two stanzas is for mother first two poem pieces-
Words mean...
Màthair- means mother in old Scottish Gaelic since moms side has lots of Irish and Scottish...
Whence- means from what place or source.
from which; from where.
Thine- your.
Thee-you.
Anglamotharia- is a word I made up meaning- ( angelic mother)
Thou- means you.
Hath- have.
Wouldst- would.
Eyne- archaic for eyes.
Jehovah- way to say gods name in Hebrew for Christians.
Latha màthair math- happy mother's day in Scottish.

Next part is for Evangeline meanings of words......

Adlaw Malipayon inahan- happy mother's day in her tongue Cebuano same as bisayan tongue the tongue she speaks.
Thankest- thank.
Knoweth- knows.
Thine- your
the Lord bless thee and keep thee, and the Lord make His face shine upon thee. And be gracious to thee. The Lord lift up His countenance upon thee,
And give thee peace.
Is the aaronic blessing from Aaron the high priest which brings blessing over the land and people still used today. In numbers old testament in bible- Numbers 6:22-26..
Abode- home.
Mount malindang- is a volcano nearby not far from where Jane's family's at ...beautiful place....
Yeshua is Jesus Hebrew tongue and Yeshua ha'mashiach- meaning ( Jesus the Messiah or Jesus the anointed one in Hebrew tongue)
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Je seras aligner le couloir latine de
Avec des roses blanches de choix mienne
Je auras tout Hush en silence séduisante
Dans lequel la chapelle écoute ourn bruit
( french version)

English version-

I shalt align the Latin corridor's
With white roses of mine choice
I shalt hush her in seductive silence
Wherein the chapel shalt heareth ourn angelic noise..
brandon nagley Jul 2015
The only time I canst rest
Is when mine mi amour' is at peace...

The only time I canst breathe
Is when mi amour' sayeth she loveth me....

The only time I feeleth
Is when mi amour's around....

The only time im living
Is when mi amour pulleth me up from the ground...

The only time I feeleth fine
Is when I tasteth mi amour's wine...

The only time, I looseth track of time
Is when I seeith her picture, it's ****, queen like and divine...

The only night's anymore I shalt sleep
Is when mi amour writes, that it's mine heart that she keeps...

The only time mine day starts out well
Is knowing she's there, in mine prison cell...

The only time anything maketh any sense.....................
Is when mine mi amour' is happy and content....................



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
brandon nagley Jun 2015
A dog
And a cat
Sit side by side
( both thinking)
Thou humans shalt ruin ourn earth

Well we shalt crap on thy lawns!!!!
brandon nagley Jun 2015
Mine halcyon forelimb's stroke the reaper hamlet, I stand upon doom-departed bluff,  waving a white apparel insignia... At twilight black insomnia rages the run-a-bout, wherein the fear connects to doubt, just wanting one to simply cuddle me! In tucked in gardenia's underneath the sycamore tree. Yet to much blancheness wherein color should be fiery elegant wherein from whence it cameth..... The potluck flamekiss to light underneath mine eyes to roll them back as dice in a skillfully played out bet!!!!
brandon nagley Jul 2015
To bring her back to life,
I shalt layeth down mine own...




©brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Everyone just careth of their follower's, from their writing's, though I seeketh none follower's, everyone seeketh to follow;
I seeketh to lead.....




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
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