Why yuo
Boyes calla gurl kute den turn rounde
To say she ugly.
I thinke yuo da ugly one.

Cinnamon and black grey
breaks the summer's doze
the voice gives away
it's sitting somewhere close.

The shade of a mango tree
that rests the wings from sun
breaks the day busy
to a lonely space for one.

In its eyes black bead dark
solitude wears a skin
a sadness makes its mark
of a silent cry within.

It dips beak deep for preens
cleanse that's daily a chore
another day quick spins
shadows are longer more.

I am hollow inside

Unfortunate or fortunate

With a heart

That can pump love

Instead of blood ...

How much the pain hurts
It can bear it and still

Give the same old love

Night, gripped by future thoughts I lie,
Mind nocturnal, never blinking eyes,
Day's events and those to come don't rest only rush
Heart hastens shadowing  pace, moves respite out of touch

Perspective the enlightener sprouts a shoot,
A momentary distraction which begins to take root

Breath is vacuumed slowly from nose to chest,
Streaming laden air out, a peaceful wind lays upon breast,
Mind slows recognising nights familiar touch,
Sleep content, knowing, I'm but a mindful piece of dust

maybe love is to watch a thousand winters pass, and still stand by his side because you know he's made of spring

i.

An enthusiast of Japan
With her love of detective conan;
She loveth YouTube, and small thing's cute
Her voice is uplifting, maketh a lame man start moving.

ii.

From the ancient province
Of Misamis Occidental;
In the northern Mindanao region
Her birth was preordained, not accidental.

iii.

Her favorite color's yellow
And looketh **** in yellow dress;
Though I love her also in black
And red she's a Filipino conqueress.

iv.

I knoweth all about her
Inside and all out;
She's a present wrapped in palm's
She's mine soulmate, no doubt.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication (soulmate)

Heto ako ngayon, punum-puno ng ngiti
Isang balatkayo na mananatili
Habang ako'y takot, ngayo'y walang lakas
Tahakin, suyurin, maulap na bukas

Masdan mo ang labi na nag-aanyaya
Ng isang masayang puso ko at diwa
Subalit kung masilip ang puso kong pagal
Lakas at tatag ko'y di na magtatagal

Halika't yakapin ang aking alindog
Masdan at lapitan, aking niluluhog
Sana makita mo ang bawat bahagi
Naluray na laman, dito sa 'sang tabi

Durog na ang dibdib, maging ang isipan
May bukas pa kayang sa 'ki'y nakalaan?
Masdan ang palad kong natigmak sa dugo
Halika't subukang gamutin ang puso

Tayo na't maglakbay, ang diwa kong tulog
Panaginip sana'y saya ang idulog
Maging totoo ka't isayaw mo, sinta
Magsaya sa gabing pag-ibig ang dala.

I think I could know
How you might feel about her.
I can see it,
The way she makes you smile.
But honestly, you arn't the same
Beside her.
Waiting for boy's night out
Ain't ever gonna be my style.

I remember when you were a rebel,
Just a renegade without a plan.
I can see, somehow, she's got you dreaming
Of playing house.
Think of what you're doing, brotherman!

Can't you see beyond her glamour?
She's cast a wicked spell on you.
That thing you feel for which you clamor,
It ain't true love; don't think she loves you, too.

I know it's not my place to tell you that she's posing,
And posting up inside your bed to get Some of your dough.
Who am I but some kind of little tag along?
But I can see the hurt she's going to put you through...

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't mean to be a blocker.
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

Every time we meet she has to be a part of it.
It's not my business, but I just don't want to see.
When the lies unfurl,
I don't want you to be mad at me,
For having been the one to have tell you all about her scheming ways.

She knows I know.
She's as sly as night is shady.
When she whispers your name after dark
With her lilt,
You don't care a thing about your pride.
You give it all to her.
Everything you've got to give
Before she even ask for it.
You give it all to her,
Everything, Everything,
Everything to her...

So, I'm giving up
The Times we spend together.
I know right now you're chasing after your high.
I'll still love you
As much as any brother.
I'll be here for you whenever you find the time.

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't aim to be a blocker.
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

I think I could know,
How you might feel about her.
I can't blame you,
But open up your eyes.
A girl like her
Is never going to be faithful.
Not to you, or anyone she knows.

So, I'm giving up
The Times we spend together.
I know right now you're out chasing your high.
When you hurt, just know that I hate it for you.
Maybe, next time, you won't brush everything else aside.

One day I'll be out strolling.
Or maybe pool, or bowling.
There'll come a time
When the binds
Of fruitless love no longer keep.
One day we'll fly
To far off never ever land.
And leave this past behind.

There'll come a day,
And come what may,
We will pick back up where we let it go,
That's how we roll.

I think I could know
How you feel about her.
What made you think
That's something I couldn't know.
Yes, I will miss you,
Don't want to kiss you,
No ****, Bro,
I love you.
But for now,
I need to let you go.

I'm sorry, Dude.
I don't aim to be a blocker -
Not that anything else could stand
Between you and her,
The pixie with her fairy dust.
All your priorities have been re-arranged.

I'ʍ a sքʏ ɨռtօ ɦɛʀ sօʊʟ
A tʀɛasʊʀɛ tʀօʋɛ;
Oʄ sɨʟʋɛʀ aռɖ ɢօʟɖ.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry

TO ALL POETS

Each of us is different
yet we are (bottom-line)
the same
true to self
that's what really  matters
words are the joys and tears of our heart
none can stop them--never, ever

Regular being's
Like to thinkest, outside the box;
I tend to thinkest
Outside of this dreadful world.

©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry