#pneuma - Hello Poetry

whithersoever thou goeth, Mine pneuma shalt follow. In the eve where I shalt be, I'll be in the crypt of saint's, a seraphic place, where there's a pinpoint of light to engulf mine glowing face. I shalt leaveth thee an otherworldly trace, where third world grace is placed upon thine head. I shalt be living; not dead. Do not angst nor fret: I'm here mine pet. Followeth the scent of white roses I shalt leaveth thee: the petal's shalt gleam in stream's of everlasting life. Mine soulmate, mine wife, if tomorrow doth not arriveth for me; remember this life's just a passing to ourn eternal loving reality. Dear Jane, mine sweet. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

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Oct 28, 2015

Oct 28, 2015 at 11:05 AM UTC

brandon-nagley

Mine leanúint budh Pneuma ( Mine pneuma shalt follow) old irish tongue

whithersoever thou goeth, Mine pneuma shalt follow. In the eve where I shalt be, I'll be in the crypt of saint's, a seraphic place, where there's a pinpoint of light to engulf mine glowing face. I shalt leaveth thee an otherworldly trace, where third world grace is placed upon thine head. I shalt be living; not dead. Do not angst nor fret: I'm here mine pet. Followeth the scent of white roses I shalt leaveth thee: the petal's shalt gleam in stream's of everlasting life. Mine soulmate, mine wife, if tomorrow doth not arriveth for me; remember this life's just a passing to ourn eternal loving reality. Dear Jane, mine sweet. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)

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When all around became desolation and one thing fed into another , the transformation of the soul , and revelation of the Pneuma . ☆ I witnessed three unholy princes , at once they devoured each other . Then in flaming cauldron of light , were consumed by flaming fire . ☆ Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess , the Moon beneath her feet , I was delivered by codes and numbers , then reunited by her seat . ☆ The distorted dragon who murders , makes charge innocence with crime . Condemned itself to an endless night , this where it would endless lie . ☆ Then I saw The Hall of Vibration , a most melodious singing choir . Touched the hem of His sweet garment , the glory of Jehovah .

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Sep 22, 2024

Sep 22, 2024 at 10:21 PM UTC

matthew-bright

The Glory of Jehovah

When all around became desolation and one thing fed into another , the transformation of the soul , and revelation of the Pneuma . ☆ I witnessed three unholy princes , at once they devoured each other . Then in flaming cauldron of light , were consumed by flaming fire . ☆ Saved thrice by a ghostly goddess , the Moon beneath her feet , I was delivered by codes and numbers , then reunited by her seat . ☆ The distorted dragon who murders , makes charge innocence with crime . Condemned itself to an endless night , this where it would endless lie . ☆ Then I saw The Hall of Vibration , a most melodious singing choir . Touched the hem of His sweet garment , the glory of Jehovah .

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Breathe me in the wind and let the story flow- A Pneuma in spirit, stoic galen feels our show What vital force moves thru a body full of life Airs coalesce, an animate enters us like a knife Leaves in a quiet flow, shapes I keep you here, Carries me in a presence aware of you appear, Invisible yet essential ruach spiritus in a mean Exchange the words in us as white fields glean A leap of faith necessary in its on way it listeth, Desire sound it comes & goes where it wisheth Arrive in me--suddenly-a room in us is livable Brush against me beauty in a way a forgivable, Without you, empty inside, drawn to quiet are Swishes in the squishes spirits that play Navar, The air of a moment softens around you sweet, When will the world allow a fate in us to meet.

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1d ago

Jun 4, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC

DarrellBaughn

Breathe Me in the Wind

Breathe me in the wind and let the story flow- A Pneuma in spirit, stoic galen feels our show What vital force moves thru a body full of life Airs coalesce, an animate enters us like a knife Leaves in a quiet flow, shapes I keep you here, Carries me in a presence aware of you appear, Invisible yet essential ruach spiritus in a mean Exchange the words in us as white fields glean A leap of faith necessary in its on way it listeth, Desire sound it comes & goes where it wisheth Arrive in me--suddenly-a room in us is livable Brush against me beauty in a way a forgivable, Without you, empty inside, drawn to quiet are Swishes in the squishes spirits that play Navar, The air of a moment softens around you sweet, When will the world allow a fate in us to meet.

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