i.

Beset next to me
Coadjuvant to mine need's;
I couldst not asketh for more
Mine Reyna's all do I believeth.

ii.

She compasses me in Dwarf Daylilies
Her suntanned dermis is momentous;
Wallowed in her oversea's memories
A throne surpassing, Hari and Reyna scented.

iii.

In Luzon, the older part of the firma
Betwixt the Cordillera Region, see through pneuma's;
Hand-poke tool's, for me and mine dynasty amour'
To get tattoos, of her ancestry upon her own shore's.

iv.

Covered head to toe
By these inked protection's;
Spelling out the word's
Brandon and Jane's resurrection.




©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna of mine soul
©Lonesome poet's poetry

I reminisce on this:
A time more filled with bliss.
When school is out,
And the children shout.
Our minds now worry-free,
We fill our hearts with glee.
I reminisce on this.

I reminisce on this:
A time that I do miss.
You can call it summer vacation,
When with no education,
We go to visit family
And maybe to travel oversea
I reminisce on this.

I reminisce on this:
A time of such remiss.
We forget responsibility,
And remember the ability
To go out, and have some fun,
But now, with it all done,
I reminisce on this.

WANDERING oversea dreamer,
Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother,
Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood,
Child of the hair let down, and tears,
Child of the cross in the south
And the star in the north,
Keeper of Egypt and Russia and France,
Keeper of England and Poland and Spain,
Make us a song for to-morrow.
Make us one new dream, us who forget,
Out of the storm let us have one star.
  
  Struggle, Oh anvils, and help her.
Weave with your wool. Oh winds and skies.
Let your iron and copper help,
    Oh dirt of the old dark earth.
  
Wandering oversea singer,
Singing of ashes and blood,
Child of the scars of fire,
  Make us one new dream, us who forget.
  Out of the storm let us have one star.