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 Sep 2015
beth fwoah dream
i loved you the way
i believed summer
would melt,
fell into your arms
the way i could only
ever fall with you.
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
ı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Sɰєєţ jѧňє;
Mıňє ɰıғє.

ıı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ ɞʟooԀ;
I sţѧʏєţһ ѧʟıνє.

ııı.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
Iň ţһʏ νєıň's;
I ţяѧνєʟ ţһяouɢһ.

ıν.

Eţєяňѧʟ ʟıғє
O' mıňє ʟıғє;
Mıňє զuєєň so ţяuє.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl-jane-nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

In damnation
She is;
The brisk water in which mine mouth is quenched.





©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

She Abode's in the flesh
Just a short earthly extension;
She wasn't meant for this place
Another strain, from starry rain's, intimate connection's.

ii.

An intellectual, gifted at nativity
Untamed, yet maintained with life's finer qualities;
She shelter's me whilst the storm's beat upon the portal
Wing's she hath, like skyline glass, everlasting love immortal.



©Brandon Cory Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
i.

In the archaic agora
Stayed apothecaries, money changers, and tradesmen;
Governor's with grape stained sin's
Himation throw over's, as for women a chiton, white garb glint.

ii.

Betwixt the sea human being multitude
Were the many different Greek's, and the Grecian Jew's;
This locale was vibrant, a theatre nearby where the soldier's couldst escape from the war, whilst fighting made market new's.

iii.

A poet I was, listening to homer, and the philosopher Plato
Whilst Aristotle read marvelous novel's, whilst Aristophanes gaveth me a laugh; and Hippocrates showed me doctor's notes for the generation's to cometh and pass, Sophocles to giveth fun task.

iv.

Off in the distance was a lass not from around mine Greek land
Her skin a little darker, her eye's **** wick's, ablazed, her sheath Asiatic tan; she hadst no brand, she was not formed by any human creator, her tropical hair, swayed to the Mediterranean.

v.

She was struggling, fighting for her life from the cyclops Polyphemus, I ran quickly to her rescue, pulling out mine xiphos;
She passed out from the trauma, her pupils rolled back timeful
As I woketh her with mine poetic Lip's, giving her life, greek kiss.





©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
When I use all the names in this line

A poet I was, listening to homer, and the philosopher Plato
Whilst Aristotle read marvelous novel's, whilst Aristophanes gaveth me a laugh; and Hippocrates showed me doctor's notes for the generation's to cometh and pass, Sophocles to giveth fun task.

They were ancient Greek astrologers poets mathematicians, intellectuals. Stuff of that sort... Its amazing mine dads brother mine uncle went on ancestry.com and has mine Greek ancestry as well as mine English French swiss to all dating back on dad's side from years ago especially greek side mine family line on dads side comes from ancient Corinth place Paul preached in bible..., as well found out had FAM members came over on mayflower ship to Usa from all over england..  and have French side dating back to 1600s a.d..and swiss side dating back around same as French since France and swiss border another.., just amazing learning all this... As mother's side dont have whole history just know mums side is mostly Irish and Scottish and some Cherokee native American as well as French to and little bit German.., so yeah that's all me,lol,enjoy,,,
 Sep 2015
GaryFairy
darkened eyes, a loss of sparkle
hardened by the starkest heart
marvel at the harmful parcel
imparted scars starting to part

discarded stars, embarking targets
barred from the starving art
pardoned by departing darkness
that was ardent from the start


(in a crescendo poem, the vowel sound you are working with must build up to a peak in intensity(crescendo), by increasing that vowel sound with each line, then gradually decreasing in the second stanza. for example, here i use /ar/ sounds...2 in first line, 3 in second and third lines, and 4 in the fourth line...then in second stanza, use same count backwards, like 4 in first line, 3 in second and third lines, and two in the last line...it can have a scheme of 1-2-3-4, then 4-3-2-1 or whatever, as long as it gradually reaches a peak(crescendo), and then gradually decreases. both stanzas must match in the amount of vowel sounds used)
this is about, and for all of the dark poets...the ones who are willing to write down the things that no one wants to talk about...you still shine!
inspired by Sarah aka ThePoet aka Blueberry :)
parcel - divided into parts....ardent - glowing or shining like fire
 Sep 2015
Just Me
Broken much...
That I am

Broken pain
Everywhere and nowhere

I've got words thousands clutter
I can't choose
I can only say they are all broken full of sorrow rage fear and emptiness

My pains so great physically I'm numb

I'll save my emotions deep inside, because what I want to yell.....
I wish to hide

Holding tears
I'm almost a pro
Broken...
No one knows....

Numb and feeling incredible pain
I pray that I will indefinitely break

Take my heart and freeze it till It shatters and bury it someplace
Anywhere it doesn't matter.....
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