Mine Jane, to whom do I compareth thee?
To the moon's, sunset's, star's; ancient sea's?
Thou art the rose of the Philippines, the heat
To mine *****. O' mine woman, thou art the
Divine, the release of dopamine in mine
Dismayed mind; thou art so fine mine dear,
In every calendar season. With thee I laugh
With none questions nor reason's, thy
Countenance is of the ethereal race;
O' dearest, mine pet, one day ourn heart's
Shalt beat in one stage. Darkness shalt be
Trampled under ourn wild toes,
Singing song's, speaking hymn's
Saints do only know. Mayest
Ourn caru grow, mayest god
Bless ourn love, elated
by eachother's word's
Of hope, babes of the
Same yolk; apparition's
Of the same cloak,
Vibrant in color.

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl jane Nagley, (àgapi mou) dedication

Mine queen
Mine easterly wind
That saveth me.

Mine beautiful
Darling of lives
Long lived.

Tis again O'
Tis again, we
Shalt touch ourn
Tissue to intertwine
The mind's of two archaic
Soul's; mine lady, mine home.

Obsidian shalt I wrap around
Thine toes, Olivine crystal to
Grace thy structured shoulder's;
Yellow Spinel as like Ray's of ten-
Thousand star's glittering thy ear's.

Lass, lady of the Orient; wipe away
Thine tear's, for eternal year's art ourn
Own to capture from nonending cloud-walking.
Yea, verily, the Azure's art singing as we shalt chant
"Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi", ourn amare to be uplifting.
Godliness and Impartial giving, life is love, and heaven-sending.

If not in this place, but the next realm,
I shalt mine love clepe thee with guardian's to surround; thou shalt findeth me, in a Robe of ivory white, anew with the saint's,
Yahweh's chosen, i'll be in flight. Holding mine hand out, for thy own to reach, when passing the gates I've passed; thou shalt seeith the gold laden street's. I wilt signal the other's, that the portal was not breached. As thou wilt experience a million senses for thy eyne, speech, hearing, touch, thing's God to thee shalt teach. Multi-colored racemes shalt brushstroke the heavenly peak's, O' how the energy we wilt feeleth wilt be as the health of newborn's. None more thunderous storm's or anguish back upon the lower ground; now serenity none enmity against the once demons who came around. Shofar and lyres to grace Jehovah's peaceful sound's; as the echoes art vibes that cometh betwixt ourn soul's. As verily, verily, heaven's ourn abode, heaven's ourn abode by which we shan't fear. Cometh closer mine dear; the time is close, how I now heareth the heavenly Host's, ready to welcome us in. Cometh up hither Christ shalt soon say, judgement day is creeping the corner. We giveth Yahweh praise.


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
©Prophetic poetry

i.

As she's in the land of Nod,
rustling azaleas in her
ancestral awe. She don's
the ensemble for the next
morrow.

ii.

Her body like a cradle
Rocks back and forth
As a swaddling babe;
She's musing of ourn
Meeting, and it's
Patient way's.

iii.

Tis I as well who see-
saw's in mine bed,
Pretending she is
Next to me, swaying
the thread's, peeping
out mine window,
Awaiting her wake;
Counting down the
Hour's, to seeith
Mine Angel's
Face.



©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou dedication)

ɨ.

Tաas I tɦat աas sɛռt tօ tɦɛɛ,
Fʀօʍ ɮʀɛaɖtɦ's ʄaʀ aռɖ աɨɖɛ;
I օɮsɛʀʋɛɖ tɦɛɛ ʄʀօʍ Vɛռʊs,
Jʊst ɮɛtաɨxt tɦɛ aʟʟ-sɛɛɨռɢ's ɛʏɛ's.

ɨɨ.

Caʟasɦaʏ ɦօʟɨɖaʏ, ɦɨք tօ ɦɨք,
Faċɛ tօ ʄaċɛ; ʍɛʟaʟօռʐօ ɦaʀքsɨċɦօʀɖ,
Sċʀɨքtʊʀɛs tʊʀռɛtɦ ɨռtօ քɨċtʊʀɛs,
Dɨaʍօռɖs ʍaҡɛ ʊք tɦɛ ʄʟօօʀ's.

ɨɨɨ.

Rʊɮɨɛs ʄօʀ tɦɛ ɦaռɖʟɛɖ ɖօօʀ's,
Gʀaċɨռɢ tɦɨռɛ tօʊċɦ; a ʍɨʀaċʟɛ
Oʄ tɛʟɛքatɦɨċ sքɛaҡɨռɢ, աɦɨʟst
Sɨքքɨռɢ ɢʀaքɛ sքaʀҡʟɛ ʄօʀ ɮʀʊռċɦ.

ɨʋ.

Iռċɛռsɛ ʀɨsɨռɢ aɮօʋɛ tɦɛ tɛʍքʟɛ,
Fʀaռҡɨռċɛռsɛ aռɖ ʍʏʀʀɦ; օʊʀռ
Tʀaʋɛʟɨռɢ's ċօռռɛċtɛɖ ɮʏ sքɨʀɨt,
A ҡɨռɢ aռɖ զʊɛɛռ ɨռ ɢօɖ's աօʀʟɖ.

ʋ.

Jʊst a ɮօʏ aռɖ a ʟɨttʟɛ ɢɨʀʟ,
Gɨɢɢʟɨռɢ tօ ɛʊքɦօʀɨċ ʄʊռ;
Pʟaʏɨռɢ ɦɨɖɛ aռɖ sɛɛҡ, ռօ
Pɛɛҡɨռɢ; ʝʊst tɦɛ քʊʀɨtʏ օʄ
Oʊʀռ ʟօʋɛ.


©ɮʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛts քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ ( Fɨʟɨքɨռօ ʀօsɛ)

ι.

Mayeѕт Yaнweн ѕнιneтн тнroυgн тнy ѕoυl
Mayeѕт Eloнιм мaĸeтн gold; ιnтo тнιne нand'ѕ
I coммend мιne ѕpιrιт, arcнaιc gнoѕт'ѕ oғ day'ѕ
Foreтold. Mayeѕт Adonaι Lιgнт υp тнe darĸ, тнaт
Sυrroυndeтн мe and тнee, мayeѕт тнιne reѕт enтer
Inтo нeaven; a place ғor ĸιng'ѕ and Qυeen'ѕ.
And мayeѕт I мeeтeтн тнee,
Inѕιde тнine dreaм'ѕ.

ιι.

Mayeѕт тнoυ ѕeeιтн propнeтιc vιѕιon'ѕ,
Mayeѕт тнoυ enтereтн ιn; вy тнe тυrnѕтιle
Oғ тнe rιgнтeoυѕ, none нυrт тнere and none
Sιn. Mayeѕт raιnвow'ѕ ѕнadow overнead,
Mayeѕт roѕeѕ cover тнιne ғeeт, мayeѕт
Peтal'ѕ ғroм тнe ѕerapн'ѕ, gleaм ιn тнιne
Eye'ѕ мeeт. And мayeѕт I мeeтeтн тнee,
Inѕιde тнιne dreaм'ѕ.

ιιι.

Mayeѕт тнy ĸιn be вleѕѕed wιтн none worry,
Mayeѕт тнe ѕтar'ѕ coмeтн oυт ғor тнee;
Mayeѕт тнe coѕмoѕ gιveтн тнoυ a тoaѕт,
Oғ paradιѕe мιne qυeen. Mayeѕт coмғorт
Gυιdeтн alongѕιde, мayeѕт oυrn love'ѕ cнarιoт
Rιde, мayeѕт we never looĸeтн вacĸ, тo тнe devιl'ѕ
In dιѕgυιѕe. And мayeѕт we мeeт
Beyond тнe ѕĸy'ѕ.

ιv.

Mayeѕт тнe cнaperoneѕ oғ тнe тнιrd celeѕтιal,
Pυт a нalo υpon тнιne тop, мayeѕт нealιng вe
In тнιne Woe'ѕ; мayeѕт god never вe ғorgoт.
Mayeѕт мaтrιмonιal cereмony, coмeтн тo υѕ
In oυrn Creaтor'ѕ wιll, мayeѕт тнe wιne oғ тнe
Greaт dιvιne, enтer ιnтo υѕ and overғιll.
And мayeѕт тнy ғιngerтιpѕ
One day I ғeel.




©Brandon Nagley
©Loneѕoмe poeтѕ poeтry
©Earl jane Nagley dedιcaтιon ( Fιlιpιno roѕe)

i.

Gracefully,
She tastefully-
Amazingly,
Loveth me;

ii.

Thankfully,
I'm blatantly,
Her king of
Dream's, wherein
Sparkles gleam,
And satellite
Ring's; maketh
Babies from me
And her's trail.

iii.

Europeasian braille,
For the sightless, europosia;
We teacheth those without hearing to heareth,
meladrona to those that fear, to be fearless, and bestride the pinnacle of perheava.

iv.

Blithe of the era-
That's never ending;
Eternal, amour
Unbending.



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

As a youthful calf,
I bleat upon mine
Other-half's
Picture's.

The thirst for her
Is unwavering; I
Want to feeleth
Her mango Cheek's,
Her coconut hair,
Betwixt mine
Finger's untangling.

Over ourn dwelling,
I seeketh these word's;
In foregone spelling.

Hɛʀɛ ʀɛรiɗɛร
Jɑɳɛ ɑɳɗ Bʀɑɳɗѳɳ'ร pɑʆɑcɛ ѳԲ ʆѳѵɛ,
Eɳtɛʀɛtɦ ɓy tɦɛ Բѳuɳtɑiɳ tѳp wɦɛʀɛiɳ
Tɦɛ wɑtɛʀ cѳɱɛtɦ up; tɦɛ ɑquɑ ɑʆwɑyร Բʆѳwɛtɦ
Hɛʀɛ, tɦitɦɛʀ tɦɛ Luzѳɳ gʀɛɛɳ, wɛʆcѳɱɛ ɑʆʆ pѳɛt'ร,
Tѳ tɦɛ pʆɑcɛ tɦɑt kɛɛpɛtɦ ɑ quɛɛɳ ɑɳɗ kiɳg.
Dѳɳ't Բѳʀgɛt, ѳɳ tɦy wɑy ѳut, tɑkɛtɦ ѳuʀɳ รѳɳɳɛt'ร
OԲ pѳɱɑʀiѳuร ɗɛѵѳtiѳɳ, tɦɛʀɛiɳ ʆiɛtɦ ʀѳɱɑɳʝɑɳtic
Pѳtiѳɳ'ร.



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

i.

O', mine equatorial lady,
There art none if's and's nor
Maybe's; when it cometh to
Ourn sentimental caru.
Beloved topaz, of citrine
See through. Indigenous
Wild child, of the
Philippines blue.

ii.

I shalt never forsaketh
Thee, monarch of the
Butterfly view. Thou
Hast given me bounteous
Company, O' reine,
Mine muse.

iii.

Afflatus of the supreme,
Hope to all mine dream's,
Without thee; I wouldst
Not be, happy and so free.
Nor couldst I believe, in
The future ambition's to
Come, mine baby blue's
Hath been opened Jane;
Because thou art mine
Soulmate, mine chosen
One.



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

In the Monolithic municipalities,
We shalt wander betwixt the
megalithic glyph's; bairn's of
somandric design, extra-
terrestrial's of wild blue
Yonder rhyme, sealed
By a kiss. Verily, verily,
Twas heaven's wish.
For me and mine
Jane, to jump
Aboard,
Another's
Ship's.



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