I sawest
A tunnel up
Ahead;

I went into
The brilliant
Light; thought
I was dead.

I was greeted
By mine angel;
"I'm Queen Jane
She saidst".

She illuminated
Me with kisses;
She doused me
In blisses, the
Pearly gates
Opened, as tis
She entered me
In.




©Brandon Nagley
©earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
©lonesome poet's poetry

i.

Se agapó
tóra kai gia pánta,
Ioánna,
Tha s 'agapó
xaná kai xaná,
se ílio, í sti vrochí

ii.

Tha s 'agapó
pánta vasílissa;
írthe i óra na xypnísoun
ópou to óneiro tou poiití.

(Greek tongue)




( English tongue)
i.

I love you
Now and forever,
Jane,
I'll love you
Over and over,
In sun, or in rain.

ii.

I'll love you
Forever queen;
It's time to wake
Where poet's dream.



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

i.

We were sewn together
To be an example;
To the ghost's lost
And forgotten.

ii.


We were made together
To be sweetened host's;
Betwixt the devil, graves,
The evil and rotten.

iii.

We were called into existence
To bringeth into remembrance;
That life, tis life
Is precious.

iv.

Once separated
As tis when ourn spirit's found fleshly bodies;
Though back together again
Peace, serenity, heavenly surrounding's.

v.

Now sewn together
Once again as aforetimes;
The same heart, brain
Soul, blood-stains,
Golden mind's.

vi.

And now until
The passing of time's;
Shalt me and mine Reyna
Spreadeth ourn wings called amour,
And fly.

Nothing drastic
Nothing pure
Noble stains
Distinct liquid drinking
Slipping and seeping
Coming calm in the world
Knowing nothing
Calling into air
Surviving
Discovery
Certain and uncertain motion
Always motion
Interior rivers pulse
Ancient wisdom
Reawakening
Slowly
Irresistably stretching
Infinitely entwined
Endlessly on

                           By Phil Roberts

High atop the spire beneath a cloudless sky
the Cross stands forlorn Christmas is nigh
since long in the past time beyond recall
no bells chime here sung no carol!

But still its heart flutters as it hears the Lord's voice
I carried your burden and set for you the choice
to do this world much good and love your fellow men
be happy in others' happiness take share of their pain!

Kind Lord mutters the Cross men still live for gain
act the way it seems your blood was shed in vain
they war and breed hatred between them raise wall
hanker for pelf and power in their loss they squall!

The church lies abandoned starkly white and bare
only the Cross bows to the Lord in silent prayer
still hoping it's not far away when the bells would ring
the Lord would carry the Cross on his second coming!

She writeth mellifluous calligraphy
When she speaketh in her mother tongue;
She's ineffable, irresistible,
Tis, she's mine chosen one.
                                                Her kaleidoscopic ambience
pirouettes around mine being, heaven's own, the most beautiful soul; O' how I'm blessed with this queen.

Supine I layeth, looking aloft mine glimpse, a brightness flashed, in Asian sash, turtle shell's around her hips.

At that moment, I hadst an epiphany, I was finally living, to God I owed thanksgiving, for this archangel he hadst sent to me.



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

You were the bowl of oranges.
Lilac skin and a blue heart
On your sleeve.
The lights and colours that erupt
In stars behind closed eyes:
I saw you even when I drank myself blind.

You were the solution of words
Once all the chemicals lost their kick.
The Truth was out there,
We stayed inside sheltered routines
Which blacked out the skies,
Cast a ceiling on our dreams.

You were the Earthly phenomena
That kept me from drifting to the stars.
The coastline in my breath,
On my tongue - to everyone.
You were the name my friends
Were tired of hearing;
The name I cannot forget.

You were red wine;
On my lips and on your dress.
You were... Late-night farewells,
You were the sun salutation,
The birth of a nation
That could blossom into colour in my mind.

You were beautiful in the cloud forests,
Astral depths: we never had to speak.
What age did we reach
Before that daydream started to ache?

You were the faded fantasy
That I held like sand in my hands.
When we kissed I would tremble,
I would lose a little more of you.

You were sad singers.
Old souls that tread the line of their sanity
In fine-point precision;
You were the art that coursed my veins
When surrounded by grey food, grey rooms, grey walls.

You were the messenger with an olive leaf, a blue feather;
A signpost for dry land. You were the panic button
That would take me to the safe place in my mind.
You were the way I said ‘I love you’
In a voice that was finally mine.
You were my lighthouse in the distance
And all the words I cannot find.

a ring of green magic
dazzlingly contrasting
the strawberry red beauty
opal eyed glory
automatically
famous to me where
drifts aromatically near
any sense to be
full ripened I wish
to devour her charmingly

I still carry the Sunlight of childhood
stashed in a jar on a shelf in the kitchen
where my mother teases her sons
and bakes apple pie in the oven
while washing laundry in a twin tub
she has to hold down as it tries to take off.
And I can hear her voice following me
with warnings and threats of admonition
as I go out into the big playground of the World
with all the free Sunlight a child can handle.