Something I would tell you son
that's only known to me
a burden it is knowing alone
it's time I share with thee.

Shocking was what he revealed to me
tragic too was the tale
of a woman's loss of dignity
her passing thru fire of hell.

Her I have held in high esteem
her sanctity locked in trust
never knew she was a sad victim
of a man's monstrous lust.

My father felt it would only be fair
it needed him just to be brave
with son the secret he must share
not carry alone to the grave.

I hold it now that grave secret
father left his job was done
burdened with a heavy weight
that I can't share with son.

The woman she is still alive
knocking on ninety's door
her skin a shade of dried beehive
she remembers not anymore.

who knows where
love goes
when it disappears

maybe it just leaks out
of holes in people's
hearts and collects

perhaps somewhere
there is a Great Lake
of mingled lost loves

each missing
the lovers
who lost them

each hoping
to be found
and held close
again

   ~mce

I feelest the thunderstorm rolling in
As tis death is catching up with me;
The waves of brimstone, coldness and the depth of the dark sea
Awaiteth me below mine unworldly feet.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry

i.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Bringeth me closer to mine love.

ii.

Tommorrow
O' tommorrow;
Telleth Jane I'll be looking from above.

iii.

Tonight
O tonight;
I prayeth to seeith mine empress in mine sleep.

iv.

Tonight
Wherein it's mine soul;
She doth keep.




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

Remember the Old Era
New Era exists due to Old Era
Old Era is platform of Old Tradition ,Culture and Human Values
New Things is built to renovate the Old Things
But function of Old Things does not destroy's
Even though it becomes New Things
New Things gives new feature to Old One.
Similarly Old Era prefer it own values and rules ,it does not destroy it function.
New Era gives new edition and new values to human kinds
But it does not affects the Old Era
We should remember the both Era
The Old One & The New One
World depends and leaves  with both the Era

A mixture of emotions,
Aggravation and melancholy,
Audacity no more to cease,
Tendency replete,
Serenity is a chance,
To quiten and rid of frustration,
Inferiority within,
Damaged souls,
Celeste bodies,
If procured,
Prime indeed.

Delusions have evaded my soul,
My scarred body so demented and err,
Numbness and bruises all over,
Feels like needles being poked,
Cold and piercing pain,
Anguish in height of repair,
My heart so baffled,
So perplex,
No feelings just heart break.

Was I that bad?
Not worthy for thee.

What is it that I have done?
That makes you hate me,

Your words cut me deep,
Tripping over myself,

My heart aching,
Every inch of my body throbs,

The places you touched,
Incomplete without you.

The colors that best define the beauty of colors is black and white; hence the reason my memories are all grey, for they preserve the best of colors of life.

Four years have passed,
Changing seasons,
Falling leaves,

I remember that September,
That smile on my face,
When we both met,

I have never forgotten you ever since,
Your deep grey eyes,
Your perfect smile,

Our on going  conversations,
And never ending fights,
They were exquisite to me,

Then one day you left,
Shattering all my love and peace,
You were gone, just like that.

I cried my heart out,
But you never came back,
You see, you were everything to me.

One day you reconnected with me in hope of again,
Though it did not make me love thee,
For I lost the love and respect that I once had,

Regretting now what I had done,
I want you back,
Oh dear, please come back.

Calm my forgiving heart,
And we shall never depart,
Till death do us part.