i.

Floret of the zenith,
Shower down upon
Me; with thine arm's
Wrap and garb me,
With a diadem
Hemmed
As a rose
Petal's
Stem.

ii.

Lass, of mine desire.
There's a shimmer aside
The fire; ourn silhouettes
Trace ourn love's attire,
I calleth thee Reyna, as
I heareth the whisper
"Sire", I gently kiss
Thine hand; we tire.
Falling asleep, in ourn
Dream's, with thee I squire.



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

Our poems are fabrics

knit with the dreams inside
laid out in the open
so may a passing eye
grant a glance

a pausing mind
decides for a fleeting moment
to wear

thinking them their own.

My sadness is the ghost living in the skeleton of a house that hasn't felt life in years

Today is the hour and time of the poet and poetess mind
Make the poet shine and let their line be the time
On the watch hands sublime. Today is the hour and time
Get inside a poet's mind. Rock and roll for the poets own.
Today is the hour
And time!

i.

Mine love and I art stellar,
We cometh from an open
Window; through the here-
After's crystalline propeller.

ii.

Mine lass is pure, she
Passed from an ancient
Door, one of cherubic
Amour', O' almighty
God; thou hast sent
A rod of electrical
grandeur.

iii.

Whilst the sod neath
Me and Jane's feet shalt
Cook to a swelter; and the
Globe explodes with demonic
Soul's into satanic shelter's, and
Whilst humans killeth, stealeth,
Driveth out; and thus plunder.
Me and mine consort earl-jane
Sardua-nagley, shalt be secured
And endureth, the spell that the
Globe's under.




©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated

My muse is the last of life I have left in my heart

i.

She's the finest
Filipino rose;
As tis as tis,
I loveth to watch her petals shine.

ii.

She's the kindest,
Gentlest soul;
As tis she is
Divine;

iii.

She's the sweetest
Nectar of honey;
O' I'm blessed
With a inamorata of plenty.

iv.

She's mine heaven
Mine earth, and the moon;
She's the life, verily mine wife,
Who awokest me from mine tomb.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane sardua Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)

i.

Just in case
Just in case mine lass;
If tonight I taketh mine last breath
And mine soul through the city of gold shalt pass.

ii.

Just in case
Just in case mine Reyna;
If tomorrow I do not wakest
And mine body's a deathly patina.

iii.

Just in case
Just in case mine Jane;
I want to thanketh thee, for thine friendship, amare, and care,
And giving me happiness, beyond all mine hopes and dream's.

iv.

Just in case
Just in case mine seraphim;
I go into the deep,
Thus mine mother shalt leaveth thee mine keep's, mine native American necklace, poem's; a lock of mine blonde hair.

v.

Just in case I sleepeth
And passeth on eternally;
I shalt be waiting, I made thee a promise
To meetest thou mine queen.
So If mine eyeball's faileth
And mine spirit chooseth to soar,
Surely mine Earl Jane Nagley
I'll meeteth thee at heaven's door.



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

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