#miamour
Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory.
Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat;
Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company.
Lost in an ecstasy
Shunned away from reality.
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
i
Ireland onto greecian-land then onto the Spanish aisles
Scotland, bypassing England, than a thoroughfare of French wild
Wherein the wild-child is me and mine amare, flower's in hair
ii
Than onto Africa, wherein we canst ride the elephant back's
Gazing the scenes, to feedeth the poor and hungry, seeing past all
The great china wall, the markets of Morocco, to India's beads.
iii
Charm's shalt adapt us, as we were their own,no technology
No phones, just collections and folds, of ourn novel Romance sealed by ourn kiss, the altitude of the moon is ourn marital bliss.
©Elsa angelica dedication
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
We woke
To stardust in ourn crevice
With flakes of joy on the tip's
Of ourn still sleepy nose
I feeleth thine soul.
So warmly good
As the quilt upon us.
Stitched in by love
Giveth us a hug,
As we giveth one back....
Pillows plush fluffy
The day's anew,
To these words I heareth by thee...
Kiss me, mine pet!!!!
I got red and smiled wide.
Knowing being with her,
Shalt be the rest of mine life's.........
And many more divine!!!!
Oh,
How this feeleth so right....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedicated
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
i
Her chatoyant cat's view's art check-rows, wherein cheribum run
Therapeutic is her coalesce, when me and her art in caress, love
Antelucan passionance ensues, anthem to mine muse, elsa-grace.
Costume's to be festive, the crowd gathers us interested, in amour
ii
She felleth through the milky way galaxy, unearthed by humans
She was In a capsule of alien breed, wearing cupid attire tunic
As I'm just a felon, I hadst to keepeth mine head hung down low
Because if they captured me, they'd capture the queen, so I told the king take mine head to SAVETH her soul... .
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa angelica dedicated
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:45 PM UTC
Mi amour'
Is mine rose
Mine rose without the thorns.......
Soo beautifully dost she reflecteth her pedals..
Mi amour',
Mine beauty for the day...
Mine rose on display...?
How it's thee mine rose,
That giveth me so much hope!!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Seraphic art her ways
Displayed on heaven's fountain
Drinking wine from her lonesome cave
I shalt abide with her in her solace.
Sidereal she's in reverence toward's her white-out orb
A woman, not a girl, just passing through to explore the tour's.
Distress she weareth upon her chest, as her hope dost dwindle
I shalt shake her and taketh her, wherein mine arms a fire kindles...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedicated
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
Stellar flûte, la chaleur fulgurante, battant éthérée, tandis que son âme à moi, que tu qui garde ...
(french tongue)
(English tongue)
Stellar flute, meteoric heat, flying the ethereal, whilst its mine soul, that thou keepeth...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
i
In the astrology set agora
Wherein mine agra doth rest
The backwoods to her cache
Is a peaceful gentle nest.
ii
She's a cad of angelic estancia
I espy her espirit fandango
Her lace strand's floweth wildly
Fantasia of mine melody, extra terrestrial fangled.
iii
Mine Gage I handeth her, to not leaveth her side
An agala we shalt maketh romance, whilst gaiety is in her eyes
A Jardiniere to hold her tears, when Jasper's do cometh around
Jarrah to fill ourn kava diligence, diluvial amare is it's sound.
iv
No blunder head's to separate us
Just Bluebell's blush
To admire mine belle of a lamb
Her bema shalt be raised, when its me who is her man.
v
Ourn belvedere casa, ourn terrace to overlook
This is ourn story, not a tale of fools and crook's
The cover of ourn book, shalt we be entwined
Right inside the pages, of every lonesome lover's mind.
®Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
i
Animater I'm anhungered
Anigh to thy brunette canvas
Thou art a calliope to mine loin's
A second pulse of mine calotype Atlantis.
ii
In Corinth, wherein mine greecian ancestor's do cometh
A cambric carriage with thy grisette dress
Me to be the poetic ******
Thou to be mine Spaniard address.
iii
We'll gad like frat-house student's
Learning lessons, not by ruling stick's
Footing the hills, of forane real
We both shalt be an epilogue, romanticism's epilogist's.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa-angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 11:25 AM UTC
Omnipotent juliet
the one of shakespearian recital.
Je suis thy wholly inamorato.
Dans le roi of thy sublime reason;
As tis
thou are mine only ***** . . . . . .
MINE SANCTUM. . . . . .
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
i
Goodnight mine love
Goodnight mine sweet
Goodnight mine pet
Thine soul I keep
ii
Do not fret
Close thine eye's
I loveth thee
Mi amour of mine
iii
Cuddle me in clover
Wrapeth me in Spanish garb
I am thy angel
I am thy guard.
iv
Sleep well queen
I'll seeith thou in mine dreams
Wherein me and thou shalt dance
Upon thy own moon gleams....
v
Forgiveth me mine rose
Mine holy one
Forgiveth me for all the pain I've caused, and the word's ive stung
Goodnight mine amour, mi amour, goodnight. Loveth thee more..
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
i
Mine needing just to heareth her voice
I pray may cometh soon
The needing of me being her choice
I prayeth to God's moon.
ii
The asking of ourn creator to protect her nightly
Is a must thing, praying asking he, her he might bring
In lullaby's, cry's, and screams, I'd wish she'd only see
I've been held up in the rain, waiting endlessly.
iii
Like her, I'm a foreigner to this trotting
Man showeth her naught, I giveth her mine pale skin's outting
The knitting of her love Into me, instill's me tightly buckled
If only she'd taketh all of me, I might smile a happy puddle.
iv
Though smiling only cometh when her face shineth bright
When I am assured she's safe and secure, then all is alright
Mine stitches needeth bandaged, shalt she seeith mine wounds?
The red drip canst only floweth so long, wherein song's art true.
v
Though I shalt still be here abiding, as a spawn to open water
I shalt even take men's ridicule, Ill taketh daily slaughter
Tis I shalt be a martyr, to the amour I believeth in
For I shalt tarry waiting, for that hope from mine hopelessness.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
ojos de Angel
Thy dress is quite seen, thy vocabulary to me reads
The word's of a queen.......
mo chuisle
Thy feet art tired from work
Relax, let mine finger's exhort, pressing and caressing softly to thy skin.....
buah hatiku
For thee I write ancient poems and haiku's
Doth thou not seeith thou art mine muse, and law giver to me?
sirenita
I've traveled for thee from afar
I giveth mine courtship to thee, and heart
For though distance doth not keep us apart,
Distance is but a word
As mineself I canst maketh it all real...
Just telleth me,
When thou art up for a real call
A real visit
And everything to be....
For I'd giveth all for thou
Mine reina
Mine everything....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
Peering off the albino wrap-a-round step's
When tis only us and noone is left,
I'll let her develop me until I mold into her tresse
As she swayeth her dress, mine arm's wilt go weak.
I won't be able to speak, as she bundle's me to her package
Mine toes shalt curl, as mine body she'll ravage.
In arcahic mode, she's fixed in mine passion
As we shalt dissapear in upward direction, vast confirmation.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication..
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
In her arm's wilt I die...
Daily for her
Wilt I try...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Wherein this rocky place disappears
And the cumulus cometh down
And the people art into madness
And their feet leaveth the ground.
Whilst the fish all swim away
And the priest's loseth their own faith
When the cup spilleth over
And hell erupt's in this place...
And whilst the prayer's art called out
For God to help them
When the selfish taketh lives
And the greedy so let them...
When the blue ball goes blackened
And the mush turns more dust
I shalt be watching it all with mine queen
As tis were an angelic bunch....
Watching from the ship
High over the moon
Clasping eachother immensely
For we've done this before, when this place lost it's fuel.
And when all fails here
And the asteroid's cometh down
Me and mine mi amour' shalt be connected
Afar in ourn comet covered mound...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
i
In the impossible
I hath found the possible
As her education is far from
Terrestrial proficiency.
ii
In the death I dieth daily
She's mine starchild baby
As her gushing decorum
Is a forum to all saint's and good Samaritan's.
iii
She outdoes any in beauty
None doth cometh close
She's alive yet a ghost
Soo miraculously she sketches her maquillage.
iv
Her life-force is astounding
Spanish lingo of her's so attracting
Mine thirst for her is abounding
As a suckling I çryeth when she goeth away......
v
She maketh all nightmare's leave
Tis its her I am, tis she's me
Like a trapped bird, she set's me free
How daily do I wait her empress call to her throne!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
How is it i die daily? Not a bad dying experience. . . . . .Just daily, in deaths dark and lonesome tunnel. . . . . .this all powerful commandment of god and holy reina angel cometh to greet me at the end, where theres a pinpoint of light. And god fashioned this reina in spanish attire for the night. . . Tis i get excite daily. . .because i knoweth tis mine reina spanish angel. . . .wilt always protect me. . . .she goeth by the seraphim name. . ..(Elsa Angelica) moonstruck queen. . . .
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:32 PM UTC
I want to taketh mi amour'
Mine reina
Mine rosa,
Mine vida,
Mine dulce,
Mine soon to be esposa,
Mine mami,
(As tis me and her thing..... )
So don't care if thou mayest laugh (:;;;;
Anyways, got off track!!!!!
I want to taketh mi amour
(Elsa angelica her angel name)
To an open pasture,
Wherein a huge weeping willow sit's by itself...
Lonesomely wanting someone or a couple
To lie down in the grass under it...
As its branches sway like little pixies,
To the green earth around us....
Wherein we shalt lie down;
**** to the elements and the planetary system...
Ourn Sandal's or shoes kicked off...
Her staring into mine eyes with heated passion...
Not having to sayeth one word...
Just knowing all is right
And true.
Wherein the air smells fresh,
The sky tis blue....
Ourn soul's connect
We cuddle and break through...
Not caring one bit
Of the world around us.....
Just me and her, under that willow tree....
Smiling at the pixie dancing branches....
And when the sun goeth down....
Her favorite part is,
When her moon cometh out to greet her,
A full moon to be exact...
As mine favorite part,
Is just watching her
Underneath that old willow.......
Her Being in awe at her orb like friend....
For tis it maketh me so happy.....
Just to see that wonderous smile...
GLOW.....
From mine queen and lover
(And elsa-Angelica,mine best friend)
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
When she taketh on all the pain and all the hurt from the world,
Her tears art mine night time....
Whenever she smileth and canst be that little Spanish happy girl,
Her happiness is mine daylight divine...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
Day by day
I feeleth less decay
Because of mine love
Because mi amour',
Night by night
Mine heart only enlarges
Im madly for her
Her love to me is priceless
Second by second
Hour by hour
Mine amare for her groweth
As if a budding flower.....
Year after year I waited for mine queen
Past life lovers, meeting once again.
And she feeleth as the beast, though I'm really that beast...
She is the beauty, the reina of mine angelic feast...
And as she goes through tough times
I shalt be her sweet,
When she muddies her toe's in mistakes
I shalt wipeth with oil and myrrh upon her feet....
And on her forehead I shalt kiss her
And leave mine saliva peck,
Mine love to be left as traces
From mine kisses upon her neck....
And when the evil creepeth in her life
I shalt taketh her Downfall's and maketh her mine wife,
In dying days and living and good bad and right
I shalt maketh her anew, and maketh her wings taketh flight....
I shalt mail her heartfelt word's
By mine poetic hand,
They shalt arrive at her door
By speedfast demand....
And when she read's mine soul on paper
She shalt knoweth how I feel,
For this I've been waiting for her
I shalt maketh all of her dream's real...
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Brandon nagley
©Elsa Angelica dedication
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
When in her presence,
I humbly drop to mine knees....
Not just because she's mi amour,
But because she's mine queen...
And whilst holding up by mine forearm's
I seeith her night-gown floweth,
As the tiera on her head
Maketh me fall when it gloweth...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
I just wanna thank thee
For loving me
When others don't showeth love...
That's a blessing...
I thank thee with mine soul.
Mina-a-otra-mitad
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
(Spanish tongue)
Soy la campesino querubín esclavo
En mía reina serpahim de amor-jaula.
Y incluso si ella fue a diere yo la llave
A descubrir mineself y ser gratis;
No habrías wanteth de todos modos es ,
Me encanta ser su sirviente ......
Me ama ser su esclavo .......
(English version)
I'm a peasant cherub slave
In mine queen serpahim's love-cage.
And even if she was to giveth me the key
To unlock mineself and be free;
I wouldst not wanteth it anyway's,
I love being her servant......
I loveth being her slave.......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC