i.

Affluent men seeketh out
Van Gogh hanging's;
Whilst studying
Da Vinci painting's.

ii.

Prosperous blokes
Solicit Monet's;
Whilst they dream of the beauty
Of Michelangelo's marvelous way's.

iii.

Old and young chap's
Exhibit sixteen-hundred's Rembrandt;
The well-to-do, art on the move,
For the newest material, for the Hall's of their muse.

iv.

As whilst they payeth
For mundane stroked charm's;
I'm smiling,laughing at them,
For mine heaven is already in mine arm's.

v.

She's not bought by paper
Nor traded with Jewel's;
She's a queen, not just a thing,
Not made for the rich, nor fool's.

vi.

Verily, mine Jane
Mine muse;
Verily, the art
Of celestial cruise.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

He held up an umbrella
From all the blades coming down at him!!!

i.

Within the oven
Wherein the thirst is never quenched;
Mine sweet Jane cooleth me
With her word's, and love to me meant.

ii.

I liveth for her the morrow
I liveth for her sunder the eve';
Her everything to me meaneth all thing's
She's the lifeblood, whom I need.

iii.

Mine aching body needeth her
Mine hand's, they needeth her feel;
A birthgiver to mine happiness
Mine gosh, her amour's so real.

iv.

****, beautiful, masterpiece of God
For her mine soul, belongeth to, and throb's;
I'll seeith her soon, in the Asian fogged dawn
I'll seeith mine muse, the pure one of God.

v.

She's all I desire, when the flood's do rain
She's the glory in sadness, in mine pain;
She's whom I liveth, when mine blood leak's
I canst sayeth none more, I'll let mine love speak.




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/mine Reyna/soul

Her eyelids art now closed
Yet I shalt wake them up
By a chalice of mine love
Sealed taped and shut
Dancing on the moon wings
With mi amour' at hand
Lovers of ancient delicacy's
Strong and tithed by crayons
Crayons of red
To equal out to
The blood upon ourn hearts
Whilst the rest shalt scorn us
And ****** us with darts
We walk alone
The high veil
With a cloak to shun the rest
Making love inside a cosmos hole
Making it ourn best
No solitude
All openness
A long and sought out night
Candles to be ourn lantern ways
Delighted us by sight
No frights nor goons to dishearten us
For this is ourn own tale
Wherein nothing comes between us
una reina y rey ​​de amores grial!!!!

O' to thee this heart belongeth, to thee I layeth down all; exposed, unclothed, in spiritual configuration I'm raw. O' tis with thee I standeth tall, in sainthood hall's, erstwhile ripped and mauled; now reincarnated by thine enchanting call. I'm glorified, in thy eye's I taketh a dive; and splash. Inside thine dusky vision's I've found riches, wealth, a stash. A hideaway, wherein I'm faraway on cumuli of better day's, wherein ourn bodies sway, until were old and gray, and we reawake into eternal life. Husband and wife, to where all is right, and we art protected in the almighty author's finger's. A poetess Reyna as thee, and me as thine poet, and singer. Amour' bringer's, jotting dimple's as minstrel's atop holy church steeple's. Welcomed in by conglomerate people's; as we hold eachother's hand's, locking finger's to starlit showers. Tis we hold the key's to intimate and infinite hour's. We passeth the time by rhyme's of divine flower's that canst shimmer on a dime's notice. Unbound as a lotus; opening up ourn feather's.




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

The only thing I kneweth how to do
When uncle Sam pointed a gun at mine temple was
Put a flower down his smoking Pipe
He got a kick out of that...

The most stunning of beauties
Is seen in the broken vessel;
Tis, that broken vessel
That carrie's so much pain
And is overlooked alot,
Yet so astonishing in the inside
And so underrated.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Mine Dame
Unfasten mine cream pigment barong;
Scuff the tiny button's, serenadeth me with Tagalog.

ii.

None need for baon
Where we shalt go is not strained by materialism;
This is not a place of Balaam.

iii.

Mother-naked, ourn quiddity's latched
None leviathan demonic's, no human electronic's;
Mine darling, hug closely, none murrain pain's to be hatched.

iv.

Mine foremost, drinketh with me
Amour's Buko juice as a toast;
A barkada of high-up angelic's to guide ourn ghost's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose

I cans't function without amour'
I seeketh Ruby of offland shore
I needeth one's aura to overcometh
I seeketh her, the lonesome Beauteous!!!!

I dont expect for others to understand
How I loveth
Or how I giveth mine love

Because I am not human
And no human
Will ever understand that!!!

Those three universal words,
                                                    I loveth thou
Can verily make a person's day
                                                        Go a long way!!

I thought her lips were the pearly gates,
I could of sworn her eyes were the stars
As in her mouth was a pleasant black hole
In her mind was heaven
As extended mine soul!!!

See,
Here's one thing the moon doth not knoweth

Whats that thou asketh?
Well,
See.....

The crescent can't liveth without its universe is reside's in......

Existent tomb's
Of ourn own did we waketh
God separated us two
For a billion years for ourn strengthening
Yet once back together
The moon became ourn pillow
Locked into the nebulas of castor and pollex
Seduced by ourn eyes
****** saliva from ourn chalice
An ****** of a universe
We left ourn bed stains
Two crazies in love
Amour' intense insane!!!

As I looked into the face of the Almighty

I couldst seeith the whole universe of poetry
In his fiery eyes,
As I saweth all the beauty
And pain
And the hurt
And the love
And the romance of the poets....

A poetic tear fell from mine wayside...

Man, who art thou?

I don't even know you...

Popular poets burn out quick
( from to much fame seeking)
Yet the unknown poet,

He shalt last forever....

Legend say's;
When you can't sleep at night,
It's because your awake
In someone else's dream.......

I am as that old book the librarian hides away,
Beneathe the back of the hall of records,
Only wanting and needing to be read,
Opened,
To feeleth another soul turn me page by page!!!!

Seeing not just mine cover,
But the plot of me,
The preface which most ignore,
And thy end!!
I want one to connect with me that oldened book hidden on that lonesome shelf the oldened librarian forgot of...
I want one not just to read me whole,
But to connecteth to mine soul,
As mine words to her do come to life....

Page by page....

Unorthodox avant-garde
Off key to thy sphere
Steep in lofty elevation
Crucial they are,
To anothers needs
When one dies
One tends to bleed,
His organs for a soupish trade
Magnates
Losers of this world
Kings and queens of
Lyra
Vega
M57
Celestial appendage
Pumpkin glow orb
We shalt explore
It's craters
And be sedated by the earth's view
For doth  they knoweth?
Their world shall soon end
As me and her
Will be bent
In ourn arms and legs as latches!!!!
We're just watchers
The ones who see all to cometh
Old time knowledge
For the earthlings who are far from becoming as one...

Her eyes, soo poisonously lustful,
her house will lead you down to hell!!!!

See
What man doth
Not understand is
That the things of this world
Aren't ran by forces that canst be seen,
But this world is ran by the forces that are unseen!!!

Up ahead I stare off in the distance,

I scream out hello.....who's there?

The lightbulb I noticed that was surely dim is now glowing with illumination,

I step closer and it shines to sun magnitude....

I'm blinded by a blast of nuclear Fallout!!!!

Mine eyes can clearly see now,
( opening eyes slowly)

In amazement, I can see what I thought to be an old ancient lightbulb,

Was the queen I waited one thousand years again.....

( waking from the dream) scratching mine own head....hmmm

Where is she...

i.

Atop her head, she weareth a crown
Tis, once was dead;
Though now alive, I've been found.

ii.

I was buried,
Verily; in the
Ground;

iii.

I mourned
For age's;
In a coffin compound.

iv.

Though by the grace,
The mercy of mine
God;

v.

I was restored
Inside mine
Amour; once
a cadaver, now
I've entered a
Door, a door that
Bringeth life, love
and reflection. In
An upward flight;
I've been saved, by
Queen Jane's invitation.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

Relishing words she scribes me
Capsules of love
She prescribes me
I itch for her
In passions thirst
We were concentrated by past life marriage
Telepathy words
For somes unheard
Though none to be listened
We know one inside and out
Oh ha-ha mi amour'
Didst I mention?
Yeah I know I've told thou all of her to thou
She's just mine world
Mine girl
The one thou seeith in movies
She's a poetess of night duties
Scaling we shalt do
We're aliens
Visiting
Gathering worldly news
For we watch the end of thy world
As chaos and killing overtakes
Me and her
Are sick of the others
Quite exactly the same
Except for ourn skin
Hers is godess caramel
Mines pasty ivory
Though blended in winery!!!
Calleth me crazy
But I'd be locked into her room
Nothing hast to be open
Just ourn painted wall moon
I don't care of the others amare
I careth for mine damsel
I careth and loveth thou
Not strangers of random!!!
I am thy king
Thou art mine queen
Thou art mine
There I said it
Thou art MINE
So sit....
Sit down
Feast with me...

I yearn for amour'
One like john and Yoko;
Forgetting the world
Around us....................


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry

The cool warmth eases on slowly, deeply moaning the sweat that one tastes,
Morning grace with foreign race, and a tie to cuff the hands.

Lock and key in sand, as you go deeper within,
Trade your pictures for your sins,
And fame for pure innocence,

Explosional plentiness, blasts in a hot molt of lava../

Morning java, at its sweetest taste...

"My king"
Ohh my precious king,
How I hunger for your touch,
How I long for your fingers brushing through my hair til I fall asleep, How I long to hold your hands and hold it tight,
I will never let you go,
How I long to engulf you,
Feel your heartbeat as I lay my head on your chest,
Lift my head and look at you,
Looking at each other's eyes,
Be in trance, Ohhh how wondrous!
And I will go near you and will kiss you,
Ohh i will kiss you for eternity my love,
I will never stop, Your breath will be my air and as mine to you,
Ohh my king I will never ever let any time to be in waste,
I will indulge every single second with you,
I will cherish it and memorize every time I spend with you,
And every night in my sleep, I will replay those memories and savor it, i don't want the time to go on,
I want it to stop and just enjoy every moment with you forevermore.

Ohh my precious king,
Can you feel my deep yearning?
Ohh how my pillow wet from my tears of missing you, i desire you, I miss your voice,
Your voice is my music,
I miss your laugh,
Your laugh is my sunshine,
You lighten up my life,
I miss your songs,
Your songs are my nourishment,
You always fill me with your love,
My empty cup runs over with your love,
I miss looking at your angelic face,
I miss YOU, YOU!
How I really ache to be beside you,
No more video chatting, no more phone calls, no more voice clips, no more singing songs over internet, no more technologies,
Ohhh i just wanna enjoy you,
Be alone in a forest,
Enjoy the wonderful nature our God has given us,
Live a simple life with you,
Away from all troubles,
I WANNA BE WITH YOU!
I only want to be with you!
I need to be with you!
I never dreamed life without you,
You are my life,
My future,
I can't go on with my life without you.
I can't, i just can't !

My brandon,
Soon when I see you,
Even before you ask me I will say "I do",
I want us to have God's heavenly seal,
A bond infrangible,
I wanna spend my entire life with you,
And for eternity in that heavenly realm,
I wanna serve God with you,
I wanna be a godly woman for you,
I wanna enjoy my life with you,
With God as our guide and refuge,
Ohh my king,
No words can express how I long to be only just with you,
Only YOU,
You are my life,
My breath,
My very best friend,
My soulmate,
My preordained,
My husband,
My ALL.
You are to me.
Ohh how i yearn for you,
This throe is so hard to bear,
But I will my love,
Because only you are there in my future,
Only you in my dream,
I will certainly & patiently wait til God's perfect time.
'Cause you are my only love, my chosen one,
And I want you, I need you, I long for you, and I love you.

"Mine queen"
"Mine Reyna, O' darling Reyna,
As the sun doth ariseth in the east
And set in the west; thy heart wilt
Be in mine palm's, as a baby in caress.
Best of amour, the best is yet, for when
We meet, ourn lip's wilt be wet.
Wet with kisses of the morning
Celestial dew, O' heaven's much
Better, when it's thee with me;
I with thou to. Queen how I long
The approaching hour, when we
Shalt be warmed by Glowing
Angel's within their hand's-
Testimonies of God and his
Unending love, and his throne
Of power. In pearl attire, view of the mountain's
Unknown, mine lass, mine lady, I shalt embrace thy
Lonesome bones. None earphones needed, for we'll heareth
All to hear, we'll seeith creatures only the creator's aware, of the majestic being's of beauty. Hold me, closer mine Jane; lock me up into your Filipino rose Bud's, I want to drink of thine love, I want to taste thy nectar's touch. Mine chosen meed, thy hair of satin wilt I smell it's world to breathe. In and out I fulfill the seed's of prophecy, in ancient manner. Across ourn foreheads Yahweh's name, inside ourn spirit's the word's the same. The word's to read "preordained", unafraid to a venture new. Coconut queen of tribal moves, baby flower of romantic brew. O' indeed I needeth thee, just come closer and be, as one we art. We shalt giggle in streams wherein the night is nought, love can't be bought, nor sold in form, love is god, god is love; with one another, we shalt overcome. Seraph's, cherub's, and messenger's surround us. For we art preordained, O' with thee I'm verily blessed. O' with thee Jane mine love, I've been given the best.


©Brandon Nagley\earl Jane Nagley duo poem for eleven month anniversary....
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Duo poem

The most beautiful, stunning creation I've ever seen.

Earl Jane, O' Earl Jane;

The most wondrous aglow, from her shoulder's doth flow.

Reyna, O' Reyna;

Paradise lies, betwixt her eye's, I'm embellished by her presence.

Vasílissa O' Vasílissa;

The most beautiful, stunning creation I've ever seen.

O' how I'm blessed to hath a Queen;



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( pookie) dedication

Peering off the albino wrap-a-round step's
When tis only us and noone is left,
I'll let her develop me until I mold into her tresse
As she swayeth her dress, mine arm's wilt go weak.

I won't be able to speak, as she bundle's me to her package
Mine toes shalt curl, as mine body she'll ravage.
In arcahic mode, she's fixed in mine passion
As we shalt dissapear in upward direction, vast confirmation.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication..

Verily, verily I tell thou

Is it not funny oh h.p seeker?

How the world seeks love on earth and beyond space, in magazines, in dope, in memories of hope, in malls, and in gym's, in mansions, castles and sin!!!!

Yet,

It was right in front of them the whole time
As they wasted all those days searching

What they didst not know is it was there all along!!!

Verily
I sayest;
Verily tis true,
Mine dearest queen Jane
For thee mine amour' is true.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

i.

How sprightly I am once in her company, she's all a king seeketh, she is the wealth of mine ethic's; She is mine sun rising, she is the sea's tide, coming and arriving. She is the universe in mine eye's: she is the mind in which I think, she is the rose, the petal gold, the crowned queen distinct. She is the ancient, extinct; the treasure hidden, the extraterrestrial's searcheth for one as her, she's the angelic one, arrayed in yellow ink. She hast an halo, her hand's holes art from nail's, as tis I taketh her pain: in the rain for her smile once again. She's mine lover, amour', peace, comfort, best friend. She is the beginning, not end; for there shalt never be an ending with her: for an eternity we shalt abode. She is mine all, mine calling, mine wife;
Verily she is mine Earl Jane Nagley; verily she's mine life.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

i.

Versonos, mine scarlatinian craves
For thee, instinctively. Attent I am
In wake, or sleep; I shantilize by the
Seaside, of the shaded creek's.

ii.

In lavunger, mine frame needeth
Held, attended to; the mires art
All around us philaprose, though
Through the ill abysmal, we hath
Been through.

iii.

Much ashru, O' much velanuv,
I shalt be on bended leg's and
Knee's; just to seeith mine Jane
Of soothe. Thus the avenue's
Shalt be rough, and the stones
Shalt roughen ourn soles, I'm
A king that shalt do whatever
It taketh, to get to mine lass;
To findeth mine way home.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

Taketh the weapon's
Out of the young
Poor man's hand's;

And replace the gun
In the palm's
Of the old, rich beastly men;

Send the young boy's
Home
Who art but eighteen;

Let the greedy
Fight their own war
For their oil, gold, and papery green.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

LÏvÏǸＧ しσ㉫
Wφħ ﻝAǸ㉫;
I'๓ AしÏv㉫ AＧAÏǸ.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

Im living, im alive
I'm fearless, with her by mine side.

I seeith all
Through her eye's.

With her i seeith god and christ
With her im given, eternal life.

I'm marveling
Bowing to mine feet.

Mine brow looketh toward's her
Tear's drop on knee's.

Not tear's of sorrow
Not shedding water from pain.

These art tear's
Because all of mine year's.

I'll be soo happy living life with her
Eternally.

So graced i am
O',so graced.

Given to me, was mine Messiah's own queen
messenger seraphim, to mankind, to the human race.

And whilst i first got a taste of her amour
I'm stuck, im ******, into her chalice of asian shore's.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry

I shalt be one's ravaging Viking
Exploring her wonder's,
Wherein man hast not yet seen...

i.

I wilt montivagant over her lid's
Whilst I ooze out of mine shoe's;
A bulrush to surround us, breezing
Swaying to freedom's wind.

ii.

We art kin, trapped in another's being
But this trapped feeling is good, carved into wood;
Ourn name's, struck by lightning, hidden by flame's
All's amazing with her comfort, for her I hush.

iii.

Silence is all I needeth, as I stareth to her guise
The sun waketh up, as her vintage reaches mine cup;
She's the core to all upward truth's
She's the reason to be alive.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication

i.

Reyna, we art, and thus alway's wilt be, king and queen wreathed by unrevealed novel thing's; A reality, no fantasy nor dream, as ourn amour' steam's and ring's like bell's in chapel holiness.

ii.

Ourn d.n.a is a map of all creational construction, showing God's hand's whom hast created ourn function's; We yearneth for another from afar, mine Jane, mine pet, we shalt soon together maketh ourn children on star's.

iii.

O' from the empyrean, O' from the empyrean we shalt glanceth Mars. Ourn heart's large, as ourn eye's pierce through another; wayfarer's we shalt be in the angelic city. With golden street's below ourn feet, none demonic fearing's nor pity, vesture of the trace of ourn creator's trinity. Viol and harp symphonies, high class and richy shalt we dance, None currency needed. The poor here shalt be standing first, as the greed-seeker's last, no tear drained pain's nor stab's, no mishap's. Just rainbow's that reflecteth garment's and robe's from the heavenly host's that carry sword's to keepeth the fallen fiend's out.

iv.

The entryway covered by rock's that sparkled back on earth in the opulent man's view, though here this scene is for me and thou; for the homeless to, as tis we shalt be renewed in ourn kiss of eternal life, all day here, no night. For God here is the light that the earthling's hath forgotten.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

Both we, we both
Created, In the image of God;
Both we, we both
Got an angelic applause.

Both I, and thee
Were devised in the holy river;
Both thee, and I
Shareth kidney's, aura's, liver's.

We art us
As tis us means we;
We meaning me and thou
Mine lover, soulmate, queen.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication

As her unfamiliar Spanish dialect came out
I fell to mine knees
With mine head in the clouds....

As her syrup was sugary from God's own candy shop..

Everyone these days I noticed gets their vows renewed,
Yet as for me,
I seeketh just to have one vow!!!!
ONE queen,
ONE dream,
ONE lover,
ONE belief!!!!

A neverending vow of rendezvous endearment!!!!!!

Takest me to the empyrean
Juncture; where none tears
Do ever fall, where human
Heart's never puncture.

Takest me to the railway,
Where men art free,
vunestasleek;
unfettered
Hands.

Takest me where eternal
Water's art sipped by
The daughter's of
Holy men.

Takest me to glory's
Roof, loves not aloof;
In the kingdom of
Saint's.

Takest me, O' takest
Me, where no-one
Screams, where
No blood is seen,
Where life's not
Faint.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry

She's mine amare
I'll say it loud
Screaming bleeding
I'll rip out mine hair
Put mine soul on a plate
Blood in a glass
These eyes I shalt pull
And enlarge them on stakes!!!
I'll plunge into darkness
To find her queen ways
Kooky I am for her
An insanity ive become
I'll give her mine lips for plurals
I'll cut out mine tongue
To give her five minutes of happiness
Wherein we shalt be one
I'm wacky
Im lunatic
I'm batty
Im nutty
I'm chatty
When it comes
To showing off
Mine one and only
Amare!

For tis I loveth her so,
For others I dont care!!!

She shalt tease me to completion
Ill explode her to her core
A gush of bonbon secretion
As shalt we both wail
(MI AMOUR')....

She sayeth to me
( I needeth time)
Yet all I need is her
Mi amour'....

Guess I'll just haveth to wait!!!

Wake up time/ by me..,,, Your statued liberty will collapse oh dire nation! For where is your station? On CNN or ABC? MSN turned TNT! Explosions to come, children will run to tower's of pure inferno! Mourn them, mourn you, for you shall have a box nailed next to theirs! Do you not scare? To witness evil dignities? For all pains turn pity to doped hallucinations! Clean out your ***** tracks you smoked up and cracked out! For terror and doubt will be men's own making! Sinful lust in the making! No not Hollywood, only misunderstood to anthem of star spangled sinner! Unloosen your chain's you slave to what is! Whats wrong !? Not hearing clearly? Potent venom will stricken the veins of rich and poor alike, where no love yet all strife will come with your new order! Form shut up your bowels the same as your borders, the bombs are bound to cross in!!! Nations split to perplexity! No smiling, all grins! Wake out of the dust you sleepy time dreamers, you new age and young pheners, you protest the wrong things! For you will be startled as a thief to the night! Its happening already! No Freddy Krueger story, no living, all deathly!!!tensionatic visions have been for told, for copper does not stay gold in a world to be swept!

ı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Sɰєєţ jѧňє;
Mıňє ɰıғє.

ıı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ ɞʟooԀ;
I sţѧʏєţһ ѧʟıνє.

ııı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ νєıň's;
I ţяѧνєʟ ţһяouɢһ.

ıν.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
O' mıňє ʟıғє;
Mıňє զuєєň so ţяuє.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl-jane-nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Society keepeth their amour' in a box
Hidden, unrevealed, secretive, locked;
Me and mine Jane, shalt be open as a flame,
As on mine knee's I peck upon her toe's;
Again and again.

ii.

In the midday hour's when her back and neck get's sore
Mine fingertip's shalt caresseth her epidermis;
With sultry emollient, from her head to her feet.
I rubbeth in deep, as tis she shalt falleth asleep
As the best massage she's ever hadst,
Put's her into a trance in mine hold:
In peace she slumbereth,
Into a romantic kingdom
Stacked with ourn affection's gold.

iii.

Over an hour-plus thirty minute's,
Mine sweaty Palm's art tender;
Though it was all worth it
To mine queen mine soul surrendered;
Entering in her shuteye, I entered in locking ourn leg's, head's, arm's: closely cuddling-pillow's feathered.
Here at this moment, nothing else in the world mattered.



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