Reflections of Paris this morning , for all the inhabitants of the world , especially those inspired by beautiful works of art and architecture  ! Those fortunate enough to have dined in world class eateries on cuisine prepared by Master Chefs , marveled over the downtown skyline high atop prominent monuments ! Impassioned lovers perusing her avenues , window shopping store fronts , boutiques along famous boulevards ! Senior couples recalling their yesteryears with great joy , frolicking , happy children playing in parklands , feeding songbirds with euphoria and curiosity , strolling walkways along the riverbank at Dusk with great wonderment and personal reflection  
The poet and poetess , musician and thespian , ballet dancer and street performer .. To lovers young and old , the continued hope of gaiety and splendor at every turn !
She is lovely indeed , the Queen of all that is beautiful on this Earth* ..

The colds coming so is the snow. For sure I'll take the winters snow just not the winter cold. Winter cold blows.

Like autumn leaves, our love
begins to beautifully grow
into a vibrant, colourful, 
radiant, and vivid glow

And just when love becomes
the most exotic and bright, 
it withers away and dies 
until the next autumn sight

i.

Into her boudoir I went,
A queen, staring into her mirror;
Heavensent.

ii.

Her chamber Perfumed
With frankincense and myrrh;
All of her I yearned.

iii.

Wearing around her neck
Lapis lazuli metamorphic;
An angel, purely historic.

iv.

Garbing her seductive body
Yellow maria clara terno;
Her cat eyeliner, lit me as an inferno.

v.

Taper's were held in place
By *****'s in the wall's;
Fire sparked ourn taste's, for eachother we longed.

vi.

Now in eachother's arm's
Never to let go, or goeth away;
Ourn love's eternal, tis preordained.



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

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs Sѧʏєţһ
Tһѧţ ţһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɢooԀ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧяţ ňoţ ɞєѧuţıғuʟ єňouɢһ;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁo єňouɢһ.

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
I Ԁєsєяνєţһ ɞєţţєя;

Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧʏєţһ;
Tһou ѧʟɰѧʏs sѧyeth.

Mıňє զuєєň

Tıs mє
Wһo Ԁoţһ ňoţ Ԁєsєяνєţһ ţһєє.

Tһou ѧяţ moяє ţһѧň
GooԀ єňouɢһ;


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

Taken aback , by the beauty of a' holler' in Quicksand one morning , songbirds echoing across the valley.. Traversed cool waters of the North Fork Kentucky River , window shopped on the streets of Jackson ..Wondering what it would be like to witness such beautiful scenery , day after day , vistas that most certainly play upon a mans mindset , unparalleled views , chatty blue collar shopkeepers and farmers , she's unequivocally fodder for endless stories and legends ..Foggy , gray , early mornings turn into daytime masterpieces , Xanadu for artist , poet and musician ! At dusk as the air begins to cool , smoke permeates from farmhouse and hamlet , aroma of firewood trapped in the valley as the whippoorwill sings her evening lullaby ...Kentucky is at rest tonight ......

All alone again tonight
In my head screaming
"I hate my life"
Don't know how long
can I hold on
Or will I just
start moving on?
Been screaming for help
But nobody tried
Tell me how.
Am I supposed win this fight?




© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015