#earl-jane-nagley poems

brandon nagley Nov 2015

Ang path na i tumahan ( The path which i abode) filipino tongue

i.

Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;

ii.

Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;

iii.

Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;

iv.

Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;

v.

Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;

vi.

Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;

©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry

#love #path #lovers #soulmates #lifeblood #abode #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #filipinorose

brandon nagley Oct 2015

Verily, verily, we shalt abode;

i.

How sprightly I am once in her company, she's all a king seeketh, she is the wealth of mine ethic's; She is mine sun rising, she is the sea's tide, coming and arriving. She is the universe in mine eye's: she is the mind in which I think, she is the rose, the petal gold, the crowned queen distinct. She is the ancient, extinct; the treasure hidden, the extraterrestrial's searcheth for one as her, she's the angelic one, arrayed in yellow ink. She hast an halo, her hand's holes art from nail's, as tis I taketh her pain: in the rain for her smile once again. She's mine lover, amour', peace, comfort, best friend. She is the beginning, not end; for there shalt never be an ending with her: for an eternity we shalt abode. She is mine all, mine calling, mine wife;
Verily she is mine Earl Jane Nagley; verily she's mine life.

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

#alive #happiness #lovers #forever #king #queen #abode #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley

brandon nagley Oct 2015

O' so sweet, How Heaven's so sweet

i.

Her orient smile
Canst maketh a sick child
Walk if once was lame;

ii.

Tis she's wild
With an innocent smile
O' how heaven's untamed.

iii.

Her name's sweet Jane
A cherub of oriental flame;
She drive's me mad, crazy, insane in a good way.

iv.

Thence back to her smile
I jump back inside her aisle;
O' heaven is sweet,
O' how heaven is sweet in sweet Jane!!!

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

#love #happiness #heaven #sweet #forever #soulmates #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley

brandon nagley Oct 2015

O' how happy i am with thee, im never leaving dear Jane mine queen

Queen, O' Queen, thou art more than good enough,
Thou art mine life, in struggle's we wilt strive, we wilt survive the horned one's push; we art conjoined by ourn love, and stitched in by ourn kisses. We wilt maketh dream's cometh to reality, bypassing wisher's and wishes. Thou shalt cometh home from work, I shalt hath cleaned the house, fixed dinner: done the dishes. Taper's shalt be set, myrrh oil shalt be burning, Napkin's folded in place, the chicken over the fire shalt be turning. Ourn amour' shalt none more be faraway; we shalt be close, holding, kissing another, ourn anguish shalt decay. Mine Queen, O' dearest queen, I shalt wait; thou art not losing me, mine loyal empress of Asian sea's, I'm proud to be thy king, O' how happy I am with thee. Earl Jane Nagley: mine Filipino rose, and treat.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose

#home #lovers #together #soulmates #meeting #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #not-leaving-you #dont-worry

brandon nagley Oct 2015

Making love upon cloud dunes.

i.

Her apparition with me
With me intertwined;
With me seeith
She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine.

ii.

Her specter is the atmosphere
Betwixt I cross on through;
The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking
For ourn amare is on the move.

iii.

We hath none shoe's
Ourn feet art bare and ****;
Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes.

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

#love #happiness #clouds #forever #soulmates #making-love #earl-jane-nagley

brandon nagley Oct 2015

Mine leanúint budh Pneuma ( Mine pneuma shalt follow) old irish tongue

whithersoever thou goeth, Mine pneuma shalt follow.
In the eve where I shalt be, I'll be in the crypt of saint's, a seraphic place, where there's a pinpoint of light to engulf mine glowing face. I shalt leaveth thee an otherworldly trace, where third world grace is placed upon thine head. I shalt be living; not dead. Do not angst nor fret: I'm here mine pet. Followeth the scent of white roses I shalt leaveth thee: the petal's shalt gleam in stream's of everlasting life. Mine soulmate, mine wife, if tomorrow doth not arriveth for me; remember this life's just a passing to ourn eternal loving reality. Dear Jane, mine sweet.

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

pneuma is the vital spirit, soul, or creative force of a person.
whithersoever is archaic meaning old language for ( wherever)
Angst and fret means worry same thing pretty much.

#afterlife #lovers #forever #soulmates #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #pneuma #follow-you

brandon nagley Oct 2015

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ', O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'

i.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';
Hɛɑѵɛɳʆy tɦѳu ɑʀt
Witɦ cѳɳcѳʀɗ gɑʆѳʀɛ.

ii.

I ʆѳѳkɛtɦ Բѳʀwɑʀɗ
Tѳ tɦɛ tɦiɳg'ร iɳ รtѳʀɛ;
O' cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
Jɑɳɛ, ɳѳt ѳԲ tɦiร wѳʀʆɗ.

iii.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ pɛʀԲɛctiѳɳ
O' gѳɗʆy cѳɳԲɛctiѳɳ;
Miɳɛ upwɑʀɗ tuɳɳɛʆ
Tѳ Gѳɗ'ร ɗiʀɛctiѳɳ.

iv.

Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ'
O' Cѳɳcѳʀɗ ɑɱѳuʀ';

©Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ Nɑgʆɛy
©Lѳɳɛรѳɱɛ pѳɛtร pѳɛtʀy
©Eɑʀʆ ʝɑɳɛ Nɑgʆɛy ɗɛɗicɑtiѳɳ ( Fiʆipiɳѳ ʀѳรɛ)

Concord in archaic terms means agreement or harmony between people or groups as I have an agreement of perfect love with jane (:::
Confection word I used in poem means ...a dish or delicacy made with sweet ingredients!!!
Galore means - an abundance of,something!!!!

#love #happiness #perfect #forever #soulmates #amour #concord #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley

brandon nagley Oct 2015

Paining patience, dying for amare

ɨ.

Sɛaʀċɦɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ɨռtɛʀɨօʀ O' ʍɨɢɦtʏ ċʀɛatօʀ
Mɨռɛ ʍaʟaɖʏ ċօʍɛtɦ օռ stʀօռɢ;
Wɦɛռ tɦɛ sʊռsɛt ɦast ċօʍɛtɦ aռɖ ɢօռɛ
Mɨռɛ ʊռċtɨօռ ɨs ռօt ċʟօsɛ, tɨs I ռɛɛɖɛtɦ ɦɛʀ tɦɛ ʍօst.

ɨɨ.

Mɨռɛ ҡɨɖռɛʏ's aʀt racked աɨtɦ քaɨռ
Tɦɛ ʀɛɖ ʄʀօʍ tɦɨs tɦʀօat քօʊʀs օʋɛʀ aɢaɨռ;
I ռɛɛɖɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟօʋɛʀ, ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ,
Mɨռɛ օռʟʏ, ʍɨռɛ ɦօքɛ, ʍɨռɛ աatċɦɛʀ aռɖ ɖʀɛaʍ.

ɨɨɨ.

O' ʟօʀɖ, ʍaռ ɦatɦ ɮɛɛռ tօ ɮʊsʏ աɨtɦ ʍatɛʀɨaʟ ʟɨʋɨռɢ
Pʟɛasɛ ҡɛɛքɛtɦ ʍɛ ɮʀɛatɦɨռɢ aռɖ aʟɨʋɛ, tօ ɦɛʀ ʍɨռɛ sօʊʟ I'ʍ ɢɨʋɨռɢ; sɦɛ I ɢɨʋɛtɦ ʍɨռɛ ɮօռɛs, ʋɛɨռ's, aռɖ tɦaռҡsɢɨʋɨռɢ.
Tօ ɦɛʀ I աaɨtɛtɦ ʊքօռ O' aʀċɦɨtɛċt, ʍɨռɛ աaɨtɨռɢ ɨs քaɨռɨռɢ.

ɨʋ.

Caռst I sɛɛɨtɦ ɦɛʀ sօօռ ʄatɦɛʀ, I ɢɨʋɛtɦ tɦɛɛ aʟʟ I ɦast
Mɨռɛ ɖʀօք's օʄ ɮʟօօɖ, ɨռsɨɖɛ tɦʏ ɦօʟʏ ċʊք, ʝʊst tօ sɛɛɨtɦ ʍɨռɛ ʟass;
I'ʍ aռɢʊɨsɦɛɖ, ʄaʍɨshed, ռօt ɦɛaʀɨռɢ ʍɨռɛ ċɦɛʀʊɮ's ɢօɖɖɛss ʋօɨċɛ
I ɢɨʋɛtɦ ʍɛ, tօ sɛɛɨth ʍɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ, ɛʋɛռ ɮʏ ʍɨռɛ ɖɛatɦ, I'ʟʟ ҡɨss ɦɛʀ ʍօɨst.

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

Poem reads as this if you can't read font....

i.

Searcheth mine interior O' mighty creator
Mine malady cometh on strong;
When the sunset hast cometh and gone
Mine unction is not close, tis I needeth her the most.

ii.

Mine kidney's art racked with pain
The red from this throat pours over again;
I needeth mine lover, mine queen,
Mine only, mine hope, mine watcher and dream.

iii.

O' lord, man hath been busy with material living
Please keepeth me breathing and alive, to her mine soul I'm giving; she I giveth mine bones, vein's, and thanksgiving
To her I waiteth upon O' architect, mine waiting is paining.

iv.

Canst I seeith her soon father, I giveth thee all I hast
Mine drop's of blood, inside thy cup, just to seeith mine lass;
I'm anguished, famished, not hearing mine cherub's goddess voice
I giveth me, to seeith mine queen, even by mine death, I'll kiss her moist.

Unction is an ointment for healing.....
Malady is a disease of ailment....
Paining same as painful or pain!!!!

#sad #painful #lovers #soulmates #hurting #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #missing-her #killing-me-withouther

brandon nagley Oct 2015

cotidie mori ( Dying daily) latin tongue

i.

Daily do I dieth
Daily do I;
I do.

ii.

Daily do I dieth
Daily for me;
Daily for thou to.

iii.

Daily tis I dieth
When I canst only speaketh with thee but for a moment;
Daily do I dieth without thee mine muse.

Brandon nagley
Lonesome poets poetry
Earl Jane Nagley Dedication ( Filipino Rose)

#lovers #breaking #soulmates #hurting #missing-you #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley #dyingwithoutyou #yearning-you

brandon nagley Oct 2015

Ομορφιά εμπόδια ( Beauty overlooked) Greek tongue

i.

Tis, she is
That lost artwork that hangeth on display;
In the supernal supernatural museum of the creator's stage.

              ii.

               Tis, she is
               That lost sculpture mankind hath overlooked;
               In the hall of cherub's and serpahim book's.

iii.

Tis, she is I
As I am her, we art not separate, we art fused together;
From a otherworldly dimensional world.

              iv.

               Tis, we art from the palace
               Filled with the water of life, in a flowing chalice;
               None ill-will nor malice, just a palisade of intimacy.

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

#lovers #forever #intimacy #soulmates #hari #reyna #earl-jane-nagley