#earl
Our cozy autumn doesn’t feel the same,
the leaves have rotted to bitter grays.
The smell of tea drowned by summers final rain.
Your subtle rage everytime you turn that page gives me goosebumps.
I can see it on your face, an icy glare
and winter's grace.
pumpkins lost in the haze, we could be up to nothing sipping lovely grey.
Embers burning off loose heat and faith.
Tender and estranged our feelings should be explained…
something, something, and what to say.
The gentle breeze on our slow decay,
maybe autumn's not so strange.
Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 12:12 PM UTC
"SWEETEST LULLABY."
On a starry night moonshines beautifully, equally ravishing as you're Hone, you're **** gorgeous. When it comes to your sound sweet and soothing one's heart. I'm sending you this and wish I could sing you the sweetest lullaby to comfort your sleep and angels to guard and guide your dreams path. Sweetest girl earl.
#C9_fm
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 10:16 AM UTC
Inly, she defines what a soulmate is. Divinely; timely she rewinds the time, so thy soul is fixed in bliss. On earth, stuck; confined in Limbo, trapped behind window's amiss.
O' to her abode; I wish.
In this beating blood holder, the beats bounce a skip, I want her grip to hold and stride; I hold inside patience, as tears hold back the time.
Erelong, ourn spirits wilt pervade, two silhouettes of a light that never Set's; a romance eternal, one that shalt not fade, romantics of poet's pages, where ourn love stretches every page, every stage of living comes with smiling faces.
Holy being's, with an undying
Age.
Sage wilt rise in secret places,
Smoke aroma; roses go unwasted.
Glory, glory, none more waiting
Stations, I'll await with patience;
As with patience
Only good
Thing's
Come.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication( agapi mou)
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 10:11 AM UTC
Avaunt, avaunt, I want to be,
Betwixt thy kiss, where
Ocean's roar; as
Studded door's
Open to the
Love I need.
An aye from thou
An aye from me;
I needeth mine
Filipino queen.
Thro the sorrow Jane
I'll be waiting, thro
The morrow; this
Heart will be racing.
Pumping each second,
Awaiting thy touch;
Craving thy face,
O' the yearning
Is much.
Time is so slow
When we art
Many sea's
Away;
But I'll get
To thee
Somehow,
The morrow----------if not the morrow;
I'll try again another day.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
i.
Betimes
Mine
Jane,
Betimes; Ourn writing's shalt embrace the entryway
Of those divine.
ii.
Eftsoons when we passeth the moon,
Eftsoons wherein there is no time;
Ourn regalia white as the peak's
Of cosmogyral shine. The flesh
Stayeth behind, as we're
Fashioned in new
Feature.
iii.
The trees connect with us
As the grass that travel's
Ourn feet, guide us
As teacher's.
iv.
O' lady Jane, just ahead the seraph's sing
Singing holy, holy holy, almighty God;
As celestial Bell's ring.
v.
O' queen of mine, the cherubim art double
Winged, with free-spirited mind's; continually
Do they praiseth Yahweh, as their glory
Is their trait of signs.
vi.
O' empress of the faraway island's, look
To the cosmos of the thrones of starlit
Sirens; for the sun and galaxies dance
To their feet.
vii.
O' mine candelabra to ourn Messiah,
The dominion being's, makest sure
Everything fall's righteous into the
Lord's palm's, whether prayer's or
Thing's right or wrong, they
Makest known God's eternal
Will.
viii.
O' mine soul, mine soul of mine,
Virtues play with the motion
And elements, their shining
One's to guide us in
Innocence; miracles
They wilt bring thee,
When thou feelest
None miracle's
Mayest come.
ix.
O' mine burdened lass, O' mine other half,
Power's shalt protect thee from the midnight
Hour's, wherein roses and flowers dont bloom;
But darkness and gloom overtaketh thy room,
And the warrior's shalt show to defend thy
Kick's and blow's.
x.
Mine lady, mine girl, life and world;
Do not be dismayed, archangel's
Hold trumpet's for Jehovah's
Display, when problems arise,
Night turns to darkness,
Remember the light doth invade,
The light is the way, to
Follow to home.
xi.
Mine Filipino flower, mine morning, night and hour,
Angel's shalt heed thy prayer's and Cry's; when thing's
Get bad, don't question nor ask why, for all hath a purpose
Under heaven, as thou to hath a purpose mine love.
Look up, look up, to yeshua above, take hold of his
Love, and pass it to others, to Christian sister's and brother's,
To those who hate another, showeth them what love means,
To forgive, and with charity for it not to be seen,but privately
To god the father in secret. Love, give it; keep it, as ourn
Father wouldst want us to do for other's mine Jane.,
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou) dedicated
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
i solve my problems by drinking tea
well i'm nearing my fifth cup
kinda feeling like giving up
but through burned tongue
and too bitter earl grey
i think i could just lay
here for a little bit longer.
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
Some only seest her flesh
And her bones;
I seest God's handprint
That brushstroked
Her soul.
Some only heed her outer
Reflection;
I seest a masterpiece
In paradisal direction.
Some only observe her comings
And going's;
Not perceiving
Her tears, beyond year's;
Hath been like white water's flowing.
Some only descry
Her Filipina eyne;
Whilst under her roof
She's lonesome, aloof;
Pain is her daily bread,
As is her heart's
Screaming proof.
Some only espy, the girl
They seek to know; not
Knowing nothing of who
She really is, an Angel from
God's throne.
Though this Queen doesn't seest
What I seest, she is blinded by
Worldly lies; demon's art her
Enemies, because she's God's
coruscating light.
If only she could take a step
Out of her body and her mind;
She'd be free, to perceive
The treasure she is
As the creator made
Her after his
Kind.
If only she could
Seest, the elegance
Inside her soul;
She would
Knowest
She was
Created to be
God's light, lamp;
God's perfect mold.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley ( agapi mou) dedicated
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
i.
Behold mine Jane
Behold;
ii.
The star's and the rain
As us doth come
And go.
iii.
Though in the amount
Of hour's left; I shalt blow
Mine breath, into thy
Soul.
iv.
Home sweet home,
I am with thee; verily
Mine queen, I've been
Sickly.
v.
Trapped in this bed-
Spirit burdened, many
Demon's hate this light
That God hath started.
vi.
They do mark me
With their reptilian nails;
Though one day all
Their evil shalt fail.
vii.
And whilst I fight, I won't give in,
Mine glow doth shine, betwixt many men;
As ourn Creator bought us as one in him,
Soulmates, best friends, this heart doth yearn.
viii.
O' this heart doth yearn, a fervent burn,
Awaiting for thy buss of roses, sweet, serenading;
Creating heavenly poses.
ix.
On the right Christ
On the left side Moses; none losing focus,
With the mountain scented view.
x.
None goodbye's, but to say
I do; a place always new;
As loving wilt be the
Highest command.
xi.
We'll bury ourn worries
In the ocean sand's; as
Thou shalt take mine hand,
With seraphim to be ourn
Witnesses.
xii.
Catch mine breath
And touch mine
Kisses.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou )
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 6:45 PM UTC
Up aloft
Mount malindang:
I tasted her syrup
I drank her tang.
She spoke Tagalog
I understood her slang;
I cut mine own wrist's
To taketh her pain's.
And in the sun
Neath the rain;
She couldst smile again
As ourn eye's stared, no blink.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Verse 1-
Up upon
Mount malindang;
In the cloud's
Where cherub's play.
In your arm's
In your arm's;
I shalt rest.
Verse 2-
In your dream's
Far away;
I will come
Up though my grave.
You have saved me
You have saved me;
From death..
Verse 3-
Our chariots
Sky high;
No more tears queen
Do no cry.
Amour
Est la r'eponse
Pour nous.
Chorus 1-
Sommeil, sommeil
Sommeil, reine
Sommeil, sommeil
Mon reine.
Sommeil, sommeil
Sommeil, Mon rever;
Sommeil, sommeil
Mon rever.
Verse 4-
Where your strung
Upon the cross;
I'll take you down
And feel your cuts.
I'll take your holes
I'll take your holes;
And your thorns.
Verse 5-
In the fire's
That you've been burned;
I'll be the water
That you yearn.
I'll quench you
I'll protect you;
My dove.
Verse 6-
In hell
And in the pit;
For you
My life I give.
For you to sleep
Peacefully;
Tonight....
Chorus once more...
Then some adding the end.... Lol
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
Mine reyna
Mine soul;
If I don't awaketh tommorrow
I'll seeith thee, in the angel grove.
Mine Jane
Mine sweet;
If the next day don't cometh
At the fountain we'll meet.
Mine lampway
To God;
If this spirit leaveth at dusk
I'll be watching aloft.
Mine queen
Mine soulmate;
I wanted to thanketh thee
For being mine protector, and mate.
Mine Jane
Mine Jane
Mine Jane
Mine Jane
I loveth thee
Me more.......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 7:52 PM UTC
I kneweth when God saidst
Let there be light;
He wouldst sendeth an angel to me
It was Jane in the night.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
As tis I walked the wood's
Alone and afraid;
I hath found a honeycomb
As the honey drips, from mine sweet Jane.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
i.
On the aisle of Clarin, misamis occidental
Attentive i hadst becometh, ashore a chaste purity;
I kneweth her, she's been waiting for me.
ii.
Afore in the jungle's, wherein ourn touch hath connected
Aloft in the starry nebula's, whence when Pharaoh's directed;
Yet me and mine wild child, were streaming banner's of feral.
iii.
Althedish Hieroglyph's told of ourn second coming
Ourn craft was as in Ezekiel's time, circle's inside circle's;
We illuminated beshowing, towering ticking with none time.
iv.
No custom to be payed, for we art not slave's
I've waited this long, for mine queen of the shade;
I shalt rest with her, on the aisle of Clarin, risking, daring.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane queen dedication
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
Home?
Why shouldst I goeth home queen?
When I'm already home
Thou art mine only abode.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
When mine Reyna is down
I serenadeth her;
With freestyle poetry
Singing amour, loud.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Just the
Thought of
Her turneth
Me on;
Now that
Is strong.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Poetry written
By a Filipino queen, and Greek king;
Telling their tale in blood.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
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
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Tis she is mine home
Yes
Tis she is mine abode.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:29 PM UTC
They were both ****
As ghost's;
Dissapearing into another's loving soul's.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
Hell hath ripped asunder
Mine angel bursted in with thunder;
In the pit I was down under
As mine Reyna lifted me on her shoulder's.
She shuttled me to her rotunda
We flapped beyond ourn Ramada;
She was flamboyant, luminescent as a dahlia
Two separate soul's, making one consortium.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
i
In the snowbroth, in the chill of the eve'
Mine aficionado inamorata shalt swoon me;
Under the gloss, of the ancient moss
Under the golden shower, overhead albatross.
ii
Thou art the apricity, when the wind bloweth cold
Thou art the castle, wherein is mine abode;
Thou art the rose, with none Thorn's attached
Thou art the night and day, a movie, stage, angel hatched
iii
Gorgonized, thou hath done to me
Directing me under thine foretoken;
Thine voice is quiet, though so captivating
Thy locution is so spiritual, liberating.
iv
Thou art a snoutfair, angel wing's, oriental hair
Freed I am, from the world of man, a perfected pair;
Thou maketh me want to do better in all of mine way's
I shalt loveth thee tommorrow mine queen, and more today.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC