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She came covered in satin-silk hair, Displayed by rainbowed Ray's; A visage of God's awe, And wing's that flew uncaged. I kneweth her once afore, In the natural form of grace; The welkin's own, a soul I've Known, regalia clase. O' athwart twas I, That seized her Breath, the Roaring sky's o'er Happiness. She tucked Her head, into mine chest; As the rest played out As a utopian scene. Twas not a dream, Or drug induced Illusion, some get Amour confused With the devil's Confusion, though we Art an infusion; Two antediluvian Specter shades, Her color is yellow For the sun, mine is blue; From the deepest of water's, And the river of life Out of God's throne I pulled Jane through. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley ( àgapi mou) dedication
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Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
Satin gruaige síoda , taispeáint ag rainbowed ga ar ( Satin silk hair, displayed by rainbowed ray's) old irish tongue
i. Forby thou art not, I quiver from the Cold; mine heart Is running rapid, There's anguish In mine soul. ii. I wail out of mine Bones, mine grave Is looking close, I Implore for thee, Mine Jane, mine Sweet. I implore One day, thy eye's I'll meet. iii. On the emptied Street's of purgatory, Mine sandal's art worn; I beseech for just one kiss, But there's nothing, mine heart doth burn. iv. Though through these trial's And Tribulation's, I shalt Hath patience; whilst I Get bitten, by the demon's I have been smitten. Ourn Affamour shalt break down Door's, wherein hell shalt Shatter, we shalt reach the Shores, O' I plore for thou. v. Mine eyeball's art sinking in, is this death somehow? Mine body and limbs now doth trow; it's weathering Away, I'm hanging on tight; I prayest thou canst saveth Me, by the end of the night. And queen if I goeth, please Knoweth mine amulet belongeth to thee, I wilt forever Looketh down, upon thine crown, mine empress; mine Queen. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
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Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Fear a bhfuil sé ag fáil bháis , a anam a bhfuil sé ag caoineadh dhuit ( A man who's dying, a soul who's crying for thee) old irish tongue