many flowers, only one blossom...*

the singularity
of it

even a king does not
ride the same mare
twice

each particular
and unique

each time a new
first time
whomever the
writhing body
beneath

whether upon

the car hood
or cemetery grass

behind a dumpster
or in a bed even

one's red ****
explodes
disturbed
only by a
ceiling fan

another clutches
screams and howls
out an aria

a third comes
silently with
giant moon eyes

tenderness
of thighs
and the
sweet wet
mystery
between

none admit
comparison or
nostalgia

each one complete
and unique

satisfaction is
not a number

whether one
or a hundred

even a king cannot
mount the same mare
twice

each woman
always singular

not one
ever twice.

i loved you the way
i believed summer
would melt,
fell into your arms
the way i could only
ever fall with you.

Sometimes you just want a small hug,
a kind voice to tell you
it will all be okay
one day.

Other times you just want to kiss someone,
so hard and for so long,
that time stops and you forget
whose oxygen you're breathing.

You're a work of art
I can hear your heartbeat from here
Even when you make no noise
I can still hear the water falling deligently
When it's a freezing storm
You're what keeps my heart warm
Don't listen to the others
I forgot to put tape on their mouths
We can tie them up together

i.

I'm unrestricted with her
Meaning free;
I'm her, she is I, we art one
A king and his queen.

ii.

Unbounded, unshackled
Sentient in comprehension unknown to mortal creature;
We hath wing's, with moonlight ring's
A ceremony shalt be soon, with stellar feature's.

iii.

No doctor's, nor teacher's
We art ourn own healer's;
We art different than the rest
We shalt overcometh devil's, and demonic test's.

iv.

For tis I am blessed
To knoweth such an empress to mine throne;
She reside's in every space of this poetic mind
She maketh me seeith when I'm blind, speaketh when I'm mute

For tis
She's mine home.



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

i.

Mine Filipino rose
I canst not thanketh thee enough;
For giving me a home.

ii.

Mine Filipino rose
Thou always asketh if I knoweth how much thou doth for me;
Yes, I do knoweth, as tis I'm so blessed, and thankful mine queen.

iii.

Mine Filipino rose
I've seen the street's of gold, the pearly gates, the mansion of god;
Because of thee, I've seen heaven's scene's, as thou art a cherub.

iv.

Mine Filipino rose
As I always sayeth, tomorrow may never cometh;
Where the fountain's of life floweth, there I'll stayeth.

v.

Mine Filipino rose
Mine existence, mine life, mine earl Jane, mine wife;
Mine law of good and right, if I dont awaketh, I'll be in the light.

vi.

Mine Filipino rose
I canst not taketh thing's for granted, night might be the last kiss;
For I shalt forever giveth to thee me mine dove, mine wish is this.

vii.

Mine Filipino rose
Mine wish is for if I'm to dieth tonight, never forget me lass;
Look beyond thy window glass, picture mine wing's in flight.

viii.

Mine Filipino rose
Mine heart, mind, spirit, leg's, arm's, eye's, hair, body, soul;
Mine everything of this being, I thanketh thee for all thou hath done.......,,.,

ix.

For god hast sent me an angel
Thee;
The chosen one...........

x.

Mine Filipino
Rose;
I loveth thee more.......


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

She's whom I waketh for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine mi amour'.

She's whom I breatheth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
She's mine Filipino girl.

She's God's messenger to thy world
Indeed, O' indeed;
She's mine diamond, gem, pearl.

She's for whom I liveth for
Indeed, tis indeed;
Mine queen Jane nagley, all that I need.


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

If I could see you shining
clear in mirrored waters
if you'd come to rest
in green fields
of peace
sweetly sleep
breathe in sync
with me

i.

Buoyant, as bubbly toddler's, giggly as drunkard's on a midnight
Swoon. Though sober, ourn limb's limber, high as we osculate;
Her countenance is seductive, her saliva reproductive, none to crosseth ourn citadel; a playground carousel, ourn kid's to relate.

ii.

O' crème de la crème, the kalinaw that thou hast brought
The solace that I hath sought, awaiteth in thine intellect of light;
Beyond the grave's of death and fright, on a train, or just one
Flight, I shalt meeteth thee mine amare, between the bijou veil.

iii.

In novel's, In tale's, on bookshelves, in robust detail, when the fall
Arriveth, and the winter enter's, when Hades breaketh loose;
As the universe loses it's center, and the Cosmos goes to blood, as the planetoid's faileth, a letter in the mail, mine heart sail's.

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry founder.

When all else faileth
Let me and thine own amour queen Jane;
Powerfully prevaileth.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
©Lonesome poets poetry