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brandon nagley Aug 2015
Orient Rubie's
Dark and silky smooth;
Silk glass dancing the reflection's.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

He dreameth of her
In her extrasolar land;
He pen's for her gracefully
She waiteth for him,
By her foreign bedstand.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication
brandon nagley Oct 2015
i.

Today
O' yes today;
Gracefully I watched her
As tis she dozed off peacefully.

ii.

She sleepeth with her pupil's covered
A dandy like none other,Us becoming one in the moment;
She rolled around, grasped her father's teddy bear and pillow
Her sight's kept opening, spying on me to, her soul as a window.

iii.

Finally, after an hour to two hour's, of her observing me
She passed out, nodding her angelic head, she fell asleep;
O' how beautiful, a moment of god, I didst not want to miss one moment, I was glued on her, zoning, I was lost into her siesta.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
siesta is sleep for you who don't know.,, (:::
brandon nagley Oct 2015
ı.

Oňċє ѧ pєѧsѧňţ
Noɰ ѧ ҡıňɢ;
Bєċѧusє sһє һѧţһ ʟєţ mє
Iňţo һєя Ԁяєѧm's.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
If you can't read poem it said

i.

Once a peasant
Now a king;
Because she hath let me
Into her dreams.
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Hɛaʋɛռ
Wɦat ɖօtɦ tɦօʊ ҡռօաɛtɦ aɮօʊt ɦɛaʋɛռ ʄʀɨɛռɖ;
I aʟʀɛaɖʏ ɦatɦ ɦɛaʋɛռ ɨռ tɦɛ քaʟʍ օʄ ʍɨռɛ ɦaռɖ's
Tɦat ɦɛaʋɛռ's Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ʍɨռɛ ʍaռ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ ռaɢʟɛʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ
brandon nagley Oct 2015
There art
Durian tree's
Banana tree's
Coconut tree's
All outside of her abode;
She's the queen of her land
The empress of a tropical grove.


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

Into twlight, Shadow's of monster's, men's piercing sight's
As they stareth at mine queen, dog's, hopeful dreamer's, dream's;
Tis, cometh to find out these verily aren't men, they were aloviti being's, their breath was poisonous as an asp, teeth as glass.

ii.

Tis these brute's couldst not be killed by arrow, nor gun's, unless silver and gold were used; They brought a thunderstorm and hail over me and mine beloved's head, they clinched their lip's, their nail's ripped through the roaring of the darkness around instead.

iii.

Mine Earl Jane Nagley held me closely, as tis these barbarian's were untamed and ghostly; I pulled out mine secret hidden choice, An Aesculapian snake to giveth a bang taste to these to these unholy ale's, I used that silver and gold to cut off their tail's.

iv.

Whilst the thunderstorm's and hail dissolved into thin air
Mine reyna and queen hugged me and screamed, cheerfully;
She saidst to me she loved me, tis now she was free, from pain and from anguish, I saved her again from the devil's advantage.





©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Just found this story on Google thought it would be interesting to write a story of it...an ale in Serbian mythology is a demon that takes form into a man,,, the demon can breathe on a man and become him. The ale's or demons power is thunderstorms and hail which is said it doesn't effect a village directly but the villages surrounding where the storm is.. And if a ale breathes on you it can make your soul leave your body up to the clouds.... Also you can't **** these ale's by any ordinary weapon not arrow or gun ( unless) silver and gold is used with it.... It is said the main choice weapon is the Aesculapian snake which somehow its poison killed these ale (demons) this is in Serbian !mythology and a few other European places around Serbia.... Interesting.. I'm not Serbian at all just thought this is interesting... Enjoy (: oh and yes aloviti are names for man transforming into these demons...
brandon nagley Oct 2015
Fօʊʀ աօʀɖ's
Fօʀ tɦɛɛ;
I ɖօ
Mɨռɛ զʊɛɛռ.




©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ ռaɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)
Lol I never do poems with the W in front of it honestly always thought that was ridiculous putting a w for how many words there are but oh well trying something different lol.. W lolll enjoy
brandon nagley Oct 2015
She carried me aloft the firmament
To the Helix nebula;
Her wing's left trail's on earth of her beauty and elegance.



©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
brandon nagley Oct 2015
í.

Tաօ ժíŚԵíղςԵ ҽղժ'Ś օƒ Եհҽ աօɾӀժ
Tաօ ŚҽԹɑɾɑԵҽ ςɑʍҽɾɑ ӀҽղŚҽŚ;
Oղҽ kíղց, զմҽҽղ, ɑ ҍօվ ɑղժ ɑ ցíɾӀ
FɑӀӀíղց ɑŚӀҽҽԹ íղԵҽɾաҽҍ ςօղղҽςԵíօղ.

íí.

Tհҽ Qմҽҽղ'Ś ҽվҽ'Ś ŚհմԵ
Hҽɾ kíղց աɑԵςհҽԵհ հҽɾ íղ ŚíӀҽղςҽ;
Tհҽ kíղց ςӀօŚҽŚ հíŚ Ӏíժ'Ś.
WհíӀŚԵ Եհҽ զմҽҽղ ԹҽҽԹ'Ś, Եí ʍҽӀҽŚŚ.

ííí.

SҽςɾҽԵ ŚԹíҽŚ, íղԵҽɾղҽԵ ժíѵíղҽ
EíցհԵ ԵհօմŚɑղժ, ƒíѵҽ հմղժɾҽժ ɑղժ ŚҽѵҽղԵվ Եաօ ʍíӀҽŚ ɑԹɑɾԵ;
Tհօմցհ ահíӀŚԵ օղ SkվԹҽ, ҽɑςհ օԵհҽɾ, ղҽ×Ե Եօ ɑղօԵհҽɾ
Síժҽ ҍվ Śíժҽ, ŚӀմʍҍҽɾíղց ҽղԵաíղҽժ, ցӀɑŚŚ Եօ ցӀɑŚŚ, օղҽ հҽɑɾԵ.



©Bɾɑղժօղ NɑցӀҽվ
©EɑɾӀ յɑղҽ ղɑցӀҽվ ժҽժíςɑԵíօղ
©ӀօղҽŚօʍҽ ԹօҽԵ'Ś ԹօҽԵɾվ
Title is Skype slumbering for you who can't read fancy reading lol
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