#hari
Igwang mga aldáw na mayò na talagang naglalaog sa isip ko, Masakiton magsurat ning maski ano. Piriton ko man mas naghahaloy asin mas magabat, garo nakagakod as sakuyang mga bitis sa daga. Kan nakanood akong magsurat, duman ko nadiskobre an ika-duwang harong sa laog kan sakuyang isip. "Libre man daa an mangarap" kaya sige lang ipikit mo an saimong mata asin hagadon gabos na pwede **** makuha. Pero bako digdi sa nadiskobre kong lugar, gabos na hahagadon mo pwede **** makuha mayong limitasyon pero igwang kapalit. Gabos igwang kapalit.
Sarong úban.
Sarong úban karibay sa gabos na kaipuhan, kagustohan, asin kaugmahan.
Sarong úban.
Igwang aldaw aldáw na mayò talagang naglalaog sa isip ko asin warâ naman an gabos na buhok ko.
—𝐔𝐛𝐚𝐧, a Bikol poetry.
Have you ever wonder what happens to your hair?
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
To entertain
means to be starkers
and dance with veils,
to exoticize war
and tremble in
a thousand rhythms.
Bejeweled as a spy,
nevertheless,
don't know why.
Eye of the day,
and a dozen matchlocks
had me inertly settle
upon my knees,
before bending at my waist
to take one last look
at the fiery heavens.
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 6:55 AM UTC
Kumusta mga hari sa lupa
Yaong mga anino'y hindi nakikita
Mga haring sila ang nagtatakda
Ng mga bagay dito sa lupa
Kumusta mga hari sa lupa
Yaong papel na may mukha
Mga haring dinadakila
Ng mga uhaw na dukha
Kumusta mga hari sa lupa
Na kaharian ay ang yaman sa lupa
Handang pumatay ng alila
Upang pigilin ang daigdig sa pagluha
Kumusta mga hari sa lupa
Na di kailanman kumalam ang sikmura
Na kailanma'y hindi lumuha
O nagbuhat ng kutsara
Kumusta mga hari sa lupa
Bundok ng bungo'y sumusumpa
Sumisigaw sa hinagpis na mga alila
Sa kamay ninyo mga hari sa lupa
Kumusta mga hari sa lupa
Pagbati ko sana'y makita
Nawa'y maunawaan ang Salita
Sapagkat dito tayo lahat nagmula
-JGA
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 12:19 PM UTC
Detik waktu terus berjalan
Hari demi hari
Kulewati dengan gelap menyertai
Hari demi hari
Hujan gelap menemani
Desir cinta yang disenandungkan
Seakan memancing diriku untuk keluar
Bayang - bayang kelabu
Menyerupai sketsa hitam dirimu
Aku menunggu kedatangan
Sang surya
Agar ia menghantarkanmu
Ke duniaku
Yang mendung.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad; who hast hurt his blessing of a queen.
Tis I am just a man, a sinner, a prehistoric bringer; of sorrows
Where bird's dont sing.
O' wretched man I am; overlooking this perfect flower, she's arrayed as a petal neath the tropical hours.
O' im just the rain that brings the flood of many woes.
I wish, O' how I wish, I couldst pour all contentment and merriment into her lonesome soul.
Tis she's the rainbow, I the dusky storm. O' how her glow maketh mine day's liveable; O' how her voice is opulent galore.
If only she knew, she is mine better, mine best; mine breath of yellow dew.
Though I've not shown her the worth that she is; mine trials and tribulations hast become
mine abyss.
Though I shalt get through
This passage of gloom.
With God All is possible;
Even being set free from this tomb.
Tis I am just a man, a boy if thou want to sayest, a foolish lad.
Who if couldst wouldst start all afresh; re-giving mine love, and to get all mine best.
How a simpleton ive been;
To not seest heaven's eastern gem, glimmer her perfect wing's, for mine foolishness, these word's shalt I sing.
(Goes into song form, words "I love you jane, please forgive me" sung in spanish, greek, cebuano, tagalog/filipino).......
(Spanish)
Te amo jane,
por favor perdoname.
(Greek)
Se 'agapó Jane,
Se parakaló synchóresé me.
(Cebuano)
ako nahigugma kanimo Jane,
palihug pasayloa ako.
(Tagalog/filipino)
Mahal kita jane,
patawarin mo ako.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication (agapi mou dedicated)
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
I bade thee apace, to bring thy comely countenance close to
Mine face. A carcanet around
Thy neck I shalt wrap, every
Jewel made of mine inner-
Being; hush, mine lips art
Dry mine queen, I need
The most of thy skin to
Cure this winter's chap.
Coëval we were; now
Distanced by glass an
Shores, I crieth til mine
Lungs burst, just to
Be in thy presence.
To face the same view,
To smell thy ocean essence.
Fingers I use to write and jot down
Words that art stuck in mine throat;
Mixed in with quiet fears, worries, hopes. I dive beneath this red blanket, in loneliness I do cope, thy warmth do I hope; to slip into this space. Imagine I, imagine I do, of a panoramic place to explore open and closed doors, wherein the soil clings to ourn feet, where the normal word's art "mi amour". How I do wait, even eternity; to be one in thy freshet of bubbling lovingkindness.
O' how I am pent; awaiting mine chains to break to fly to thy abode.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©earl Jane nagley dedication (agapi mou).
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
Many contrive du-jour fêtes to make love look self-evident; whilst the taken hold hand's, making locution the regular, in letters they trade off into lusting hands.
Winsome cut-out caricature cards, sell fresh off the press, whilst lovers meet at bars; to await the next years
Valendine.
A holiday for only once in a darkly year, as the meanwhile divorce rates spike from cheaters, woman-beaters;
Amour's no longer of the creator, but made to be the abzere.
Mine jane, please do not fear, I know I mayest not hath much, but a soul and spirit; I connect to thine.
None inauthentic word's, or thoughts you'll find;
Only what I hath to give thee.
The indigenous necklet that grows around this neck, a buttoned up longsleeve, that holds mine back;
With a black vest that caresses mine chest- with a smile I hardly show
Because of mine soda stained, missing teeth in a mouth where
Poetry speaks of pain, yet where
Affection is created by mine tongue
That creates wonders and Shame.
I hath not much material thing's, though material is temporal; not fit for kings and queens.
As I hath thou, as thou dost me,
I hath not much mine jane; though
Thou dost hath the key.
The key that open's this beating
Heart for thee; wherein mine
Love is always seen, in the
Specks of thy eyes.
The more ourn love grows, it burns
As a wildfire, I hear the wedding bell's
Require; ourn calling in
The distance.
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
©earl jane sardua nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
Beloved of the sultry ness,
Half wight, fully light;
dayspring of the morn.
Heaven's spark at night;
Mine rainbow in
Fiersome storms.
Bedight me with thy
Comfort, quench me
In the dusk, lancinate
This anxious soul,
Kiss me with a
Hush.
Quiet i'll stay,
I'll sit quite still;
To put mine soul
Inside thee, struck
By love so real.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedication.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
O' agrestrial daisy, don't lose hope; for mine love is not fading. Ague hast hit me, thirsting to touch just one finger from thy hand.
Im a child within a man;
Im weak, hurting, eyes worn,
Drowned in no time,
One pocket and a dime,
As I seek out thy soul,
Mine soul wails and mourns.
Seeking a vessel, to sail the sea's,
I'd do anything, to get to mine queen;
Anything tis, tis I'd do, even if still far, I love thee mine muse.
Dost thou not seest, mine heart beating quick; it quiver's, it aches,
From the fears that I get.
The fears tis I get, to be thine own best, even in mine sorrows,
Darkness, distress.
I smile to impress, to show thee warmth, because O' how I love thee; even in mine own hurt.
Even in mine own pain, with crooked teeth, and an ancient way; im a soul of the past, not one of today.
When thou art cold, mine hair wilt be thy quilt, when the world try's to hurt thee, I'll take all it's filth.
When the cloud's overcome thee, I shalt be thy sunlight; when thou only knowest wrong, I'll make it all right.
When the bird's no longer chirp, i'll be that baby bird; that whisper's it loves thee, even in all of it's hurt.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedication
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 11:25 PM UTC
Her eye's crochet the sweetest honey taste, from afar i canst touch her face; in only dream state for now.
Though ourn spiritual confections are locked in sky mode, heavenly perfection; myth's to men, reality of the unseen beauty.
Namelings of celestial fountain springs, nubivagant moving and dancing; aye, aye, none tears to cry.
Fears shed like scales, new thoughts, new thinking; eating pomarious delights, the river of life from which comes ourn drinking.
Surrounded, soon shalt we be, where tree's art high as sloping hills, where breath gives life; where life is free.
Impigrity wilt help us as we'll focus on scenes, aloft places believed; to be lost or fabricated.
Though the sights shalt be real,
As ourn latibule wilt be close;
To the field's that bloom yellow,
Wherein the grass is to thy waist,
And thy feet like pillows feel.
©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©earl jane nagley dedicated
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC
Even in mine worries,
Angst, despair,
Don't worry mine Jane;
Mine love is right here.
Even in mine trial's;
Tribulations I face.
With thee,
Right next to me;
There's a smile on
Mine face.
Though the sand may
Be crumbling, and
The castle's slide to the sea;
There's the beauty of me
Having, thou that
Set's me free.
Though mine flesh
And heart mayest fail,
And the cloud's shalt roll around;
Mine soul is at ease
With thee mine queen;
With thy voice I float
Off the ground.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( agapi mou)
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
i.
Her slimikin fabric
sophisticated,
Advanced;
ii.
By God's mighty hand's,
She was swathed in
citrine quartz.
A sparsile separated
From the rest of
The universe.
iii.
Unadulterated by the known,
She likes thing's that art not seen;
By day she work's, yet craves-
The fall season and it's leaves.
Though fall doth not arrive
On the island she resides;
So she crochets, the dreams she
Saves, stored inside her mind.
iv.
Though I knoweth one day, the
Season's that she pictures in her
Head; wilt be there in her fingertips,
Along with angelic colorful thread.
To make everything And anything,
Her string canst weave to be;
For I knoweth whatever she maketh-
It wilt be perfect from mine queen.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley dedicated( ang aking makakatuluyan) my soulmate dedicated- Filipino translation..
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
In thine aromatic causeway,
I wilt peregrinate thine
Soul, which is a hallway
That leads me to a railway
Of amour's finest tastes;
If tonight's the last night
Of mine, I seek to seest thy
Face, hold hand's, with
Grand plan's shaking
Rhymes as cosmos
Trace. Doing mine all to please thee-
To showeth thee mine many reasons;
With thee I am so graced.
I'm sorrowful mine dear,
Mine tears as year's stack dust to
Bones that waste.
I feelest out of place; out of thy arms.
I need thine enjoin, bring me close that I may feel thee, a warmth of charm. I want to be sent to heaven's stars, a place to fly and float, no devils or ghosts; nor any drunkard's bar's. Fain wilt I be to hold thy arm,
As the burn burns hard, and nothing negative may enter in. Babes of old, washed clean of sin, nothing to loose-all to gain and security to win. Making music with the sound's of ourn snoring.................
Under mystical spiritual willow trees. Heads aside another, connected brains of information-
Souls alike, forever a blessing. Love to flow wild, from the celestial beyond's dressing.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
I'm just a strange man
Who wants to hold
The finest rose in
The world;
Mine Jane.........
Mine soulmate..........
Mine girl-
I'm just a young lad,
With his head inside
A darkened bag,
Waiting for his
Queen's dear
Breath and kiss to poke holes of air
Into the layers of heaven's
Perfectness.
Because perfect, verily she is
To me, a flawless gem
Of many sea's.
Mine taste-buds bubble with
Seed's, wanting her lipstick;
Candy flavor.
This is mine love-
Written down on paper;
O' how I need her vapor----
Istic touch, her soul I feel,
A vital must.
Love her, I do
Love her
So much;
Love her so much.
Love her so much............
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou dedicated)
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
i.
Yonside the celestial, whereinto ourn
Ability to seest shalt abraid as past day's fade.
ii.
Over with ourn life-time of a wait;
iii.
Accolent being's, praise in song-
We sit as children on living grass,
Tables made for dinner's to last,
As no time wilt pass, noone shalt be
Late, predestined plates; to never be
Athirst nor hungered.
iv.
Warrior's, King's, Seraphim's, cherub's, angelic shine, O' a place
To wonder.
v.
Thou to be mine yellow rose, me to be thine chaperone on the streets of gold; feet being led by the spirit of old, with God on his throne; in the
Holy city wherein love is the
Greatest command.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
i.
Amain we wilt ascend to the blue,
Passed the stars-
Planet's to.
ii.
Thou shalt wear a ring
Made of sapphire;
Refined, and new,
Glazed betwixt the fire.
iii.
Loving thee, thou loving me
athwart a topaz pass, and sea's of
Glass; wherein hope doth last
And bird's soar free.
iv.
None more reasons to be in need,
God's the light of the city we'll see;
God is love, God's above, God is
Light and bright, as all is right-
In his presence await's
All that's clean.
v.
We'll see color's, turquoise green-
We'll see hue's, mankind's
Not seen.
vi.
Men's faith hath darkened
From selfishness and greed;
We must be the light's, the cities upon the hilltop's, wherein the dark
Dost fail; wherein God's breath
Dost breathe.
© Brandon nagley
© Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Sardua nagley dedicated
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
In this darkly pit
Despair hast made love to mine
Bones, a soul floating hopelessly,
Tired; ready to let go.
Though God reminded me
"Patience mine son"
Patience.
For there's hope afresh
The morrow; Jane, I'll
Forever loveth thee,
Now and always
Betwixt mine
Sorrows.
©Brandon Bagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
Her soul
A torch that lights up the darkness
The pathway to God's throne
Mine soulmate
Mine soul
©Brandon nagley
©Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 24, 2016
Sep 24, 2016 at 8:20 AM UTC
I give thee a rose
A rose made of words-
I am the lines,
Thou art the substance.
I give thee a rose
Made up of mine soul-
I am the spirit, in-
Between all I mention.
I give thee a rose
O' golden girl-
Take thou mine hand;
I'll give thee a pearl.
The Pearls made of
A rose, the rose is mine soul-
I give thee a rose;
I give thee a rose.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated ( agapi mou)
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Boscaresque, a brabeum I hath found. Her lantern qualities, sparkle and splash like innocent dreams, Jane, mine darling; let not the mundane burden thee mine queen. There art many door's, all door's leading to different path's; yet only one trail wilt lead thee home mine lass. The narrow way to God that is. Follow the door-frame on the right; the one that spell's out love, which cometh from Yahweh, Jehovah, the great "I am" of fervent light's, the engineer above. Grieve not the holy spirit, as tis the spirit wants to work; work in thee that is. Quench not the holy ghost, let thy burn glow, maketh the other's know that Christ within thee lives. Let thy tongue speak in manner of forgiveness; as Christ forgave thee. Let thy hands be always busy; with thought, patience, giving. In the counsel of God's footsteps, hath faith trusting him alone; believing. For Judgement's coming upon this muck and mire; be true to ourn lord, mine asiatic girl. For soon, we wilt walk through, untouched by the rain; made from fire.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated +( agapi-mou)
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
i.
Mashiach, I beseech thee; sculpt and mold this hardened heart, for thy Glory's part; to be shown
Unto men. I quiver as a
Gun's trigger, mine
Cry's do fly to thee;
As mine wailing
Like life, hast
None end.
Blot out these fleshly lusts,
Taketh away these desires; wherein
Hell consumes me to smoke, mine eyes sunk in from stress, mine clothes cigarette sprayed- by the ashes I've tasted, and the sin's I've engaged. God Yahweh, help me remember thy merciful, tender, loving Way's, forgive me today, cleanse my soul and mine veins of all carnal destruction. Without thee lord, mine god; I canst not function.
ii.
Creator, maker of all afore and after,
God of the living; Jehovah of the eternal hereafter. Be a guiding lamp to mine dearest Jane's feet, walk with her, talk with her, for she doubt's at times as me. Makest her believe; showest thy warmth, and give her all she need's; as only thou provideth. Thou art ourn daily bread, let us not slip- but ride the clouds instead. Pity O' pity, hath on us lord; ourn bodies art thy vessel's, inside them the love thou doth store. I prayest this as a sinner, a thief, a liar, I prayest as a law-breaker, a deceiver, a shyster. I prayest as a broken man, in need of thy touch. I prayest for me and Jane, for thy mercy again, almighty; almighty, god of love with none end.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Prophetic poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated( prayer as well for you poetic form)
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Inside this poesy bower,
Do I, I do; await mine
Fresh sprayed flower,
To seest her blossom
Shower's; her honey-
Comb word's, her
Eastern dew. Burgeon-
Closely; abide with me,
Where thou art mine
Muse. Finger's wilt be
etching tool's to create
Master-designs; in the
Cloud's that reside.
Hide and seek, thus
Love we'll find; there
In ourn eyne, where
It's been all along. Do
I, I do; await this time,
Dusk til' dawn.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley ( pookie dedicated)
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC