A fist clenches
Around my stomach
When I look into your eyes
And a new old stranger looks back.
The young old you never said goodbye.
And now I tell you I love you,
And now you will forget.

i

This is for thou both miss Vicki, and miss Beth Stclair, true poet's
Miss Beth StClair, thy sonnet style, brings back the old smile I see;
Miss Vicki, writing of love so quickly, so beautifully inspiring
Miss beth, thy word's got me flying I'll buyeth thy book real soon.

ii

Miss Vicki, thou art an old soul made of gold, a home amongst homes, as thou liveth in mine state, miss beth, I'd seeith thee if I go to England, amongst the Beatle street's we'll speaketh of ourn living's, and reciteth sonnet's of Shakespearian knowledge.

iii

Miss Vicki, thy jargon is wrapped like a bouquet, glazed with honey, thine words art displayed, people in this world like Thee I do prayeth, that thine life wilt be joyful, and harmonious in thy tommorrow, beth, I feeleth thine wild's, as the sixties thou hadst.

iv

Beth StClair, if it was back in the day, we'd be wonderful friend's, thou wouldst hath watched me on a stage, singing poetic thunder, miss Vicki, when thou feeleth down and under, continue to write thy creator in thy works, and I promise thou both, thou both hath

A friend in me......





©Brandon nagley
©Miss Vicki/miss Beth StClair dedication for both of you (:::::
©Lonesome poet's poetry

A falcon
One broken wing;
Yet still flyeth..



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i

Sitting on the star's, looking down below
Waiting for an eternal exquisite, to subdue mine woe's;
Going to the country, sensually, we shalt elope
This is a story, of two in romanticism's row.

ii

In the softened aisle, carried by first class limousine
She powder's on her blush and makeup, a surreal thing;
And whilst walking down the plaza, in the mezzanine
She calleth me her handsome king, I whisper back queen.

iii

And tis she'll be mine queen, I'll be her reality
We'll maketh a dream cometh true, in all factuality;
None more restless night's, amour cometh by day
A garden with a palisade, all fruit's godly made...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry

She smashes mirrors

and watches them spill

over their edges

and onto the floor

like tiny glass tears

not birds, but still

she smashes mirrors

she's looking for more ....

Sometimes I see the good in this world of ours.
While other times I see the suffering right here.
But through them all , I always see God's Hope.
So no matter what happen in this world here.
I shall never forget that Christ can turn it around.
So I shall keep on seeking his will for me here.
Knowing that till I pass away from this life here.
I  shall keep persevering and seeing his  Hope ahead.
For there are so many here that I see his Light in them.
I see his Spirit in them too and know that they overcome too.

Put the sheet over mine face
Mine life to leaveth, gone in a trace;
As ashes I'll turneth, succumbing to dust
Whilst looking down at the caretaker, this spirit soaring the dusk.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesone poets poetry

Ok so there is something called a blue moon coming July 31st this year, which happens to be me mother's 53rd b-day ...so happy soon b-day mum... As gods blue moon shall be a wonderful gift to you... As I just looked at the blue moons pics.. It really does have a blue color to it... Mum will love it... Just thoughts (::::




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Mothers b day blue moon/july31st