Leaves  
don't sink into oblivion
autumn-pilgrim
enshrines their colors
in sacred place
memory of summer

Within the
Wilted leaves
Of the
Forgotten garden,
Where the
Weeds strangle
And the air
Is still,
Lies the
Faintest scent
Of sweetness,
The dying
Breath of
Honeysuckle,
The whispering
Promise of
A better
Tomorrow.

Any writer canst writeth word's
From their tongue's and their lip's;
Though canst thou speaketh
From thy soul?


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

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                            I love him more than my lips could say,


More than my mind could think,


                                                        ­       More than my body could act,


                             More than my heart could love,


              And more than my life could live..........






                                           ­     with love




                                                   © Earl Jane
                                                    ♥ E.J.C.S.

I put my trembling

hand in hers

when I was four

and twenty years

now twenty more

are come and gone

and yet my trembling

carries on

for different reasons

though I don't

remember when

those reasons changed

and all I have

is foolish hope

that one day they may

change again ....

i.

Her ethnic blithe
Maketh me high;
I tasteth her nectar
And goggle her lithe.

ii.

I nestle neath
And inside her mind;
sultry, indulging
Silked so fine.

iii.

She is mine bower
In noontide tower;
She is mine hour
Filipino flower.

iv.

Fullsome In yore
In kingdom's of galore;
Mine Reyna, mine manliligaw
Mine kaluluwa, mine amour'.


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

My little one behind me
My man beside me
My casa in the front of me
My love inside me
The planet under me
Bills payed up
My gratefulness around me
The swings I push ballerina on
The bed I sleep with husband in
The yard to be fenced in
Good thoughts
For a bright future.

As crazy as it is I think
I wanna go to work Tommorow because this doing nothing today
Is horrible

I rather that my heart hurt and bleed and know your sufferings.
Then to go around , living in a prison that I am unaware about.
For I would rather live life revealing the Christ within me here.
So that others too, shall find him here before its too late to see.
For my pain and suffering , reveal my wounds here on the earth.
His Spirit keeping me moving forward, overcoming things here.
Reveal him living in me , healing me, blessing me as well here.
For as I am a servant of the Most High God, the only true God.
I rather suffer in this short life , and live abundantly later on.
Then to live abundantly here in this short life and suffer the rest of eternality.

Better for bad love to crumble
Than to make a bigger mistake
As most do
I'm most

Why try an be Mr nice dude nice guys are nice but I'd rather be the guy not liked everyone can be some liked Mr nice but I'm happy where I'm at ,
Stating opinions