Brick, metal or stone,
A corbeled brick crown
Acts as a drip to create
Ambiance for heating a room -
Ancient fire pits
Vent smoke through open holes.

The best way to gauge
Is not, and never was,
Intended to heat the air.
One of two horizontal metal bars
opening in a hearth to sweep the ash.
Warmth on cold days and nights,
One of many flaws that I have found.

The inside is a metal piece
Reflecting heat into the room
With metal arms mounted on it,
Which swing and hold words above.

The sides of a heart
Has its opening near the throat.

i.

In the Aeonian of the lifetime's
We shalt formeth together;
Lifeline's.

ii.

We shalt be aesthete's
Museum enthusiast's;
Of chariot's, and cherub's.

iii.

Aeviternal through the ion's
Cascarilla of incense burning;
Smoke to riseth ourn hearth.

iv.

A catena of both of ourn novel's
The fireplace, wood gleamed;
Ourn silhouette's making love to the shadow's.


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley/ Filipino rose dedication

One day I pray I do return,
Maybe the yearning in me will have lost its burn.
This army life is callous and hard,
Could a touch to your lips destroy my guard?
This warm feeling says "when I see your face,
Our sweet embrace will light my fire place".
That place is here deep within my breast,
Just lay, listen, my heart will do the rest.
For my room is with euphoric,
This bliss has no boundary.
Could you show me your heart?
Will open it with this sound key.
Haler the whimsical blend of our laughs.

Curiosity killed the cat
But satisfaction brought him back

It was said
The truth will set you free
But I rather be in a cage you see

The World out there is too dangerous for I
Rather be home safe and cozy by the fire
Warmed up in due time

As you my pet back and pull my tail
I hiss in pain
But there's nothing like being home
Because I felt so alone out there in the cold

So continue calling me Grumpy
Although I'm a cat
As long as I'm with you
I'm ready to be pet
For Curiosity killed the cat
But satisfaction brought him back