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"amare" poems
Filipino immortal of time I'm courting thee now; And making thou mine We both kneweth This day wouldst arrive; Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side. I hadst amour' For thee, for so long; Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song. Ourn affection, tis obvious For all to see; We art the real deal, not some farce dream. As tis we shalt meet, As thou shalt get that engineering degree; I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between. I'm courting thee now, Tribal of tropic's; I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic. None material's needed As ourn belief's state; Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's. So now thou shalt knoweth Thou hath been courted; To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important. Other's shalt judge As other wilt mock; Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's Even if we art poor With none food on the table; Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's. We shalt write poetry As it becometh true; Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to. Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better Queen earl Jane; This is thine courting letter. I'm not all the other's As thou doth see; I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe. As I knoweth thou don't feeleth Good enough for man, nor God; Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all. I just wanted to let thee knoweth I looketh up to thine light; Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life. So when thou feeleth down And wanting to leap out of thy brawn; Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god. This is mine courtship letter As now I'm courting thee; We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen... I loveth thee so much We both none more canst hide; Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life.... To thee; dearest Earl Jane.................. ©Brsndon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/あある じぇえん
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Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
( Earl jane) Im courting thee now mine reyna, mine all, mine life...
Filipino immortal of time I'm courting thee now; And making thou mine We both kneweth This day wouldst arrive; Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side. I hadst amour' For thee, for so long; Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song. Ourn affection, tis obvious For all to see; We art the real deal, not some farce dream. As tis we shalt meet, As thou shalt get that engineering degree; I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between. I'm courting thee now, Tribal of tropic's; I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic. None material's needed As ourn belief's state; Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's. So now thou shalt knoweth Thou hath been courted; To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important. Other's shalt judge As other wilt mock; Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's Even if we art poor With none food on the table; Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's. We shalt write poetry As it becometh true; Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to. Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better Queen earl Jane; This is thine courting letter. I'm not all the other's As thou doth see; I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe. As I knoweth thou don't feeleth Good enough for man, nor God; Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all. I just wanted to let thee knoweth I looketh up to thine light; Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life. So when thou feeleth down And wanting to leap out of thy brawn; Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god. This is mine courtship letter As now I'm courting thee; We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen... I loveth thee so much We both none more canst hide; Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life.... To thee; dearest Earl Jane.................. ©Brsndon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl Jane dedication/あある じぇえん
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i. Just in case Just in case mine lass; If tonight I taketh mine last breath And mine soul through the city of gold shalt pass. ii. Just in case Just in case mine Reyna; If tomorrow I do not wakest And mine body's a deathly patina. iii. Just in case Just in case mine Jane; I want to thanketh thee, for thine friendship, amare, and care, And giving me happiness, beyond all mine hopes and dream's. iv. Just in case Just in case mine seraphim; I go into the deep, Thus mine mother shalt leaveth thee mine keep's, mine native American necklace, poem's; a lock of mine blonde hair. v. Just in case I sleepeth And passeth on eternally; I shalt be waiting, I made thee a promise To meetest thou mine queen. So If mine eyeball's faileth And mine spirit chooseth to soar, Surely mine Earl Jane Nagley I'll meeteth thee at heaven's door. ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) ©Lonesome poet's poetry .
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Langit pultahan ( Heaven's door) cebuano tongue
i. Just in case Just in case mine lass; If tonight I taketh mine last breath And mine soul through the city of gold shalt pass. ii. Just in case Just in case mine Reyna; If tomorrow I do not wakest And mine body's a deathly patina. iii. Just in case Just in case mine Jane; I want to thanketh thee, for thine friendship, amare, and care, And giving me happiness, beyond all mine hopes and dream's. iv. Just in case Just in case mine seraphim; I go into the deep, Thus mine mother shalt leaveth thee mine keep's, mine native American necklace, poem's; a lock of mine blonde hair. v. Just in case I sleepeth And passeth on eternally; I shalt be waiting, I made thee a promise To meetest thou mine queen. So If mine eyeball's faileth And mine spirit chooseth to soar, Surely mine Earl Jane Nagley I'll meeteth thee at heaven's door. ©Brandon Nagley ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose) ©Lonesome poet's poetry .
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I had to love her, I had no choice. It is her name after all Amanda, the fourth principal part Of Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus Formed into the perfect passive participle She will be loved I had no control over anything when it came to her That is quite clear It was fate telling me I had to do this It was fate nagging me to believe in something Something that is a stronger force than my will I fought fate vehemently But fate, as it always does, won And I fell in love Only to find that the woman who will be loved Could not love
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May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
jacque-vincent
Amanda
I had to love her, I had no choice. It is her name after all Amanda, the fourth principal part Of Amo, Amare, Amavi, Amatus Formed into the perfect passive participle She will be loved I had no control over anything when it came to her That is quite clear It was fate telling me I had to do this It was fate nagging me to believe in something Something that is a stronger force than my will I fought fate vehemently But fate, as it always does, won And I fell in love Only to find that the woman who will be loved Could not love
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te adoro en luz sandia, y luz zapote en el amanecer y a caer el sol te amare con viento caliente en los días largos del verano. en esas mismas noches cortas y calladas, te dire como un suspiro lo tanto que te quiero. te pensare en los días grises de invierno. cuando el pavimento y  el cielo se comen el horizonte. te estrañare con el olor de lluvia en el prado y yo te sigo adorando cuando las hojas color candela caen de los brazos de arboles canzados *I love you in watermelon  and blood orange light, at sun rise and sunset. i will love you on those long summer days, on these same nights short and quiet i will tell you like a exhaling breath how much i really love you. I will think of you on winter days so grey  the pavement and the sky eat the horizon. I will miss you with the smell of fresh rain on blades of grass, and i will keep loving you when the flame coloured leaves fall from tired arms of trees.*
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 2:32 AM UTC
steeltulips
sandia y zapote
te adoro en luz sandia, y luz zapote en el amanecer y a caer el sol te amare con viento caliente en los días largos del verano. en esas mismas noches cortas y calladas, te dire como un suspiro lo tanto que te quiero. te pensare en los días grises de invierno. cuando el pavimento y  el cielo se comen el horizonte. te estrañare con el olor de lluvia en el prado y yo te sigo adorando cuando las hojas color candela caen de los brazos de arboles canzados *I love you in watermelon  and blood orange light, at sun rise and sunset. i will love you on those long summer days, on these same nights short and quiet i will tell you like a exhaling breath how much i really love you. I will think of you on winter days so grey  the pavement and the sky eat the horizon. I will miss you with the smell of fresh rain on blades of grass, and i will keep loving you when the flame coloured leaves fall from tired arms of trees.*
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Quando la sera scende sulle nostre spalle come un manto che non avremmo voluto portare, non chiedermi di cercarti, non chiedermi d'amare. Quando la sera ci inietta nelle vene la droga che ci fa tremare, come una carezza perduta, l'amore che avremmo dovuto amare, lasciami vagabondare per le vie in salita, lasciami sbattere la testa contro un muro, lasciami insicuro, ubriaco, contento di sbagliare. Quando la sera scende sulle nostre spalle in un minuto nel quale non ci saremmo voluti tuffare, non chiedermi di tornare. Lascia che come volute di fumo, come esalazioni nerastre, le tenebre mi avviluppino e mi s'offuschi la vista. Che come un cane fiuti la mia pista e con la morte giochi a scacchi la mia partita. Che un tossicomane m'abbagli, che una prostituta o un pederasta m'accostino, che una donna che credevo morta mi chieda aiuto dall'oltretomba, da un'altra vita. Quando la sera scende sui nostri sbagli come dita che sentiamo chiudersi in una stretta, come il viaggio che non avremmo voluto fare, come le cose a cui abbiam dovuto rinunciare troppo in fretta, come tutte le altre sere, come ogni sera, la stessa fitta, la stessa febbre, un'euforia smarrita... Quando la sera come un manto scende sulla nostra vita, lascia che questo manto io non lo sopporti, lascia che cerchi di scrollarmelo di dosso, lascia che a più non posso io mi metta a gridare.
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Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
diego-scarca
Quando la sera scende sulle nostre spalle...
Quando la sera scende sulle nostre spalle come un manto che non avremmo voluto portare, non chiedermi di cercarti, non chiedermi d'amare. Quando la sera ci inietta nelle vene la droga che ci fa tremare, come una carezza perduta, l'amore che avremmo dovuto amare, lasciami vagabondare per le vie in salita, lasciami sbattere la testa contro un muro, lasciami insicuro, ubriaco, contento di sbagliare. Quando la sera scende sulle nostre spalle in un minuto nel quale non ci saremmo voluti tuffare, non chiedermi di tornare. Lascia che come volute di fumo, come esalazioni nerastre, le tenebre mi avviluppino e mi s'offuschi la vista. Che come un cane fiuti la mia pista e con la morte giochi a scacchi la mia partita. Che un tossicomane m'abbagli, che una prostituta o un pederasta m'accostino, che una donna che credevo morta mi chieda aiuto dall'oltretomba, da un'altra vita. Quando la sera scende sui nostri sbagli come dita che sentiamo chiudersi in una stretta, come il viaggio che non avremmo voluto fare, come le cose a cui abbiam dovuto rinunciare troppo in fretta, come tutte le altre sere, come ogni sera, la stessa fitta, la stessa febbre, un'euforia smarrita... Quando la sera come un manto scende sulla nostra vita, lascia che questo manto io non lo sopporti, lascia che cerchi di scrollarmelo di dosso, lascia che a più non posso io mi metta a gridare.
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i. I shalt consign mineself In a balikbayan box; A snug hole to tryeth to **** air Mine lung's tightly in lock. ii. On a plane, on a ship, in a bus I shalt squeezeth mine carrion in; Thinking of mine betrothed amare How I must risketh mine life, for me to get there. iii. As I wilt meeteth her at the Sari-sari store's Though I wilt be broke, no money, only amour; Though tis love's not about money, or materialistic junk As I thinkest all this, I thinkest soon ill break from mine trunk. iv. As the plane halt's, mine crate roll's around Mine queen hath found me, in shock, her tear's cometh down; Because I fleweth mineself in this darkly space It was all for a purpose, to seeith the one I loveth, and her face. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane dedication
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Sending mine love, by balikbayan box;
i. I shalt consign mineself In a balikbayan box; A snug hole to tryeth to **** air Mine lung's tightly in lock. ii. On a plane, on a ship, in a bus I shalt squeezeth mine carrion in; Thinking of mine betrothed amare How I must risketh mine life, for me to get there. iii. As I wilt meeteth her at the Sari-sari store's Though I wilt be broke, no money, only amour; Though tis love's not about money, or materialistic junk As I thinkest all this, I thinkest soon ill break from mine trunk. iv. As the plane halt's, mine crate roll's around Mine queen hath found me, in shock, her tear's cometh down; Because I fleweth mineself in this darkly space It was all for a purpose, to seeith the one I loveth, and her face. ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane dedication
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You told me you loved me, a cursed lie from the cracked dead lips of a dead one. You see your words are rotten and putrid, flys around me like decayed flesh down to my very bones. Consumed I am now the living dead, my eyes are blind, my desire is you, and nothing will stop me til i taste you. You told me you loved me, from eyes that are old and weary. Seen things they shouldn't have, they are blind to the living. Exceptional delusional deceiving wonders of light, in the darkest deepest most terrible night. You tell me you love me, from areas of your body you knew never existed before. I am black and blue from arms that never held me, from the *** we never had. I am consummated by love and death, my virginity laid within your lifeless, blistered hands. You told me you loved me, and there are flames in your words. They lick the very part of me, like paper, i am ash, Falling through my own fingers, I am death known, and to myself i wonder, this is really love? As i watch love destroyed by love.
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 2:20 PM UTC
rachael-stainthorpe
Amare est delere, et amari est deleri.
You told me you loved me, a cursed lie from the cracked dead lips of a dead one. You see your words are rotten and putrid, flys around me like decayed flesh down to my very bones. Consumed I am now the living dead, my eyes are blind, my desire is you, and nothing will stop me til i taste you. You told me you loved me, from eyes that are old and weary. Seen things they shouldn't have, they are blind to the living. Exceptional delusional deceiving wonders of light, in the darkest deepest most terrible night. You tell me you love me, from areas of your body you knew never existed before. I am black and blue from arms that never held me, from the *** we never had. I am consummated by love and death, my virginity laid within your lifeless, blistered hands. You told me you loved me, and there are flames in your words. They lick the very part of me, like paper, i am ash, Falling through my own fingers, I am death known, and to myself i wonder, this is really love? As i watch love destroyed by love.
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i. Dearest Jane, I knoweth thou hath lost thine sweet pet But little Choco wilt never forgetteth thy love, or thy caress; Dearest Jane, I knoweth thine little hamster meant thy all But Jane dearest, knoweth he's happy, in a pain free place of God. ii. Dearest Reyna, I knoweth many tear's, thou hath shed for choco Just knoweth mine queen, his spirit's next to thee, in clear view; Dearest amour, he wilt be missed by me and thou, he's in cloud's Dearest soulmate, he's sitting, waiting at heaven's gate, in shroud. iii. Dearest Filipino rose, ourn Choco is not just some ghost Dearest Filipino rose, thine infant is smiling, serpahim his host; Dearest kilig bringer, I'm here to comfort thee from pain stinger's Dearest jane, if I couldst I'd let god taketh mine life, to save choco. iv. Dearest creation of celestial's, choco is extraterrestrial Dearest amare, thou wilt pet thine friend again, when times here; Dearest joy of life, soon to be wife, mine all, mine light, comfort Dearest Jane, dryeth thine water, choco is better, as I'll make thou ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl jane/her pet choco dedication
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Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Dearest jane, thou wilt seeith choco again.
i. Dearest Jane, I knoweth thou hath lost thine sweet pet But little Choco wilt never forgetteth thy love, or thy caress; Dearest Jane, I knoweth thine little hamster meant thy all But Jane dearest, knoweth he's happy, in a pain free place of God. ii. Dearest Reyna, I knoweth many tear's, thou hath shed for choco Just knoweth mine queen, his spirit's next to thee, in clear view; Dearest amour, he wilt be missed by me and thou, he's in cloud's Dearest soulmate, he's sitting, waiting at heaven's gate, in shroud. iii. Dearest Filipino rose, ourn Choco is not just some ghost Dearest Filipino rose, thine infant is smiling, serpahim his host; Dearest kilig bringer, I'm here to comfort thee from pain stinger's Dearest jane, if I couldst I'd let god taketh mine life, to save choco. iv. Dearest creation of celestial's, choco is extraterrestrial Dearest amare, thou wilt pet thine friend again, when times here; Dearest joy of life, soon to be wife, mine all, mine light, comfort Dearest Jane, dryeth thine water, choco is better, as I'll make thou ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl jane/her pet choco dedication
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i. Her apparition with me With me intertwined; With me seeith She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine. ii. Her specter is the atmosphere Betwixt I cross on through; The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking For ourn amare is on the move. iii. We hath none shoe's Ourn feet art bare and **** Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Making love upon cloud dunes.
i. Her apparition with me With me intertwined; With me seeith She's mine queen, mine wife, she's mine. ii. Her specter is the atmosphere Betwixt I cross on through; The devil's scurry, when they seeith us lurking For ourn amare is on the move. iii. We hath none shoe's Ourn feet art bare and **** Were tribal's, upon the sky's arrival, making love upon cloud dunes. ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
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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
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Ισπανικά διάδρομο της αστρολογίας( Astrology's spanish aisle) greek tongue
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
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(Mina) I was so lost in her eyes then she walked out of my life Leaving me without directions, hopelessly, I couldn't find a way So as to run along And get away She took away a part of me.... (Brandon) And as she tooketh a part of me I couldst not let her go, She is mine true amour', Mine queen, that pulled me from below... And as she pulled me up The thunder cloud's broke, I couldst feel ourn soul's Uniting in ***** blood poke... (Mina) But she didn't keep our promise And she doesn't seem to care, Now I miss the scent of love That once was in the air. I know she had the right to go Yet unfair of her to walk away, For she broke our lifetime promise The promise to stay!!!! (Brandon) As she broke ourn promise to stay Tis was painful every day Night for me was blackness The moon was blood by pains... As whilst the moon didst release It's cruor in the dusk Mine amare said she'd be here Through the storm's of human bust... But human's art not us As tis we aren't them....... So she walked away anyways Leaving me a broken man (Mina) And here I am, writing of her With the hope that she'll be back soon I think I'm just going insane My lonesome nights, talking to moon
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Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 6:15 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Promesses brisées, elle a promis de ne pas quitter( Promises broken, she promised not to leave) duo poem ( by me and mina) enjoy ()::::
(Mina) I was so lost in her eyes then she walked out of my life Leaving me without directions, hopelessly, I couldn't find a way So as to run along And get away She took away a part of me.... (Brandon) And as she tooketh a part of me I couldst not let her go, She is mine true amour', Mine queen, that pulled me from below... And as she pulled me up The thunder cloud's broke, I couldst feel ourn soul's Uniting in ***** blood poke... (Mina) But she didn't keep our promise And she doesn't seem to care, Now I miss the scent of love That once was in the air. I know she had the right to go Yet unfair of her to walk away, For she broke our lifetime promise The promise to stay!!!! (Brandon) As she broke ourn promise to stay Tis was painful every day Night for me was blackness The moon was blood by pains... As whilst the moon didst release It's cruor in the dusk Mine amare said she'd be here Through the storm's of human bust... But human's art not us As tis we aren't them....... So she walked away anyways Leaving me a broken man (Mina) And here I am, writing of her With the hope that she'll be back soon I think I'm just going insane My lonesome nights, talking to moon
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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
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Beaucoup de villes ( Many citie's) french tongue
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
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When she speaketh Those purest newbirth words ( I loveth thee hunny) I remember to breathe again... As tis a respire of fresh air ... From mine amare....
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Frais respire de l'air ( Fresh air respire)french tongue
When she speaketh Those purest newbirth words ( I loveth thee hunny) I remember to breathe again... As tis a respire of fresh air ... From mine amare....
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Uhrde' eahai’ el. EaShe'sheti... EaShe'sheti Eye... I're... Selah... Selase'eye'... Esh'real... Esh'uriel... Eshurd-ay-I... Jamowhe'... Ashanti E'yai... Ashanti Ashanti Ashanti I... This daylight does not live in a box of dreams. Selam Malen Kaye'm. For surely the angel of light worships the dream. Sela amo' I.... Ashanti I. The color of feather. Selah. In truth (light) of light… darkness falls. Crimena is not committed until pentance is revealed. The spirit of Peter (Pentecost) weighs the salvation of Selah. Selahse' 'I" Our King worships life work for substance at the tree of life. Shanti Lyre'… Ashanti Lyre’ A shanti... 'I' The Prayer of Shame... Our Change. Azhasurea 'I' Azhasuras. For the measure of man has not chalice; the chaste' is not measured in another eye. It is the spy Gabriel in the urn of the grail. Uriel… Gabriel… Michiael… Samiael… Matisyaweih… Ehyre’ Eshre’I el… Eshurdae'i… Danae'l… Eshurdae'i el Selah Sela' se' amare' ah. Amen. There are two at two chali'. There are two at two chalices. Chali. Cali'. Californiael. The me'rcha'nt of war is walking backward out of the grail for chalice. Shall I. Make Michiael a sword. Or shall I make Michiael. Ashanti I. Amen. California= Caliphas. Chi'el. Ashure'Ire'. My sword. The earth found underneath the Prophet Daniel.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
Matthew1977
The Lion's Sin
Uhrde' eahai’ el. EaShe'sheti... EaShe'sheti Eye... I're... Selah... Selase'eye'... Esh'real... Esh'uriel... Eshurd-ay-I... Jamowhe'... Ashanti E'yai... Ashanti Ashanti Ashanti I... This daylight does not live in a box of dreams. Selam Malen Kaye'm. For surely the angel of light worships the dream. Sela amo' I.... Ashanti I. The color of feather. Selah. In truth (light) of light… darkness falls. Crimena is not committed until pentance is revealed. The spirit of Peter (Pentecost) weighs the salvation of Selah. Selahse' 'I" Our King worships life work for substance at the tree of life. Shanti Lyre'… Ashanti Lyre’ A shanti... 'I' The Prayer of Shame... Our Change. Azhasurea 'I' Azhasuras. For the measure of man has not chalice; the chaste' is not measured in another eye. It is the spy Gabriel in the urn of the grail. Uriel… Gabriel… Michiael… Samiael… Matisyaweih… Ehyre’ Eshre’I el… Eshurdae'i… Danae'l… Eshurdae'i el Selah Sela' se' amare' ah. Amen. There are two at two chali'. There are two at two chalices. Chali. Cali'. Californiael. The me'rcha'nt of war is walking backward out of the grail for chalice. Shall I. Make Michiael a sword. Or shall I make Michiael. Ashanti I. Amen. California= Caliphas. Chi'el. Ashure'Ire'. My sword. The earth found underneath the Prophet Daniel.
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Its scrabble (for adults), A game of hearts where the rules never stay the same - its a beautiful suffering, a shameless mess as we play the letter-game, syllables, phrases, all breathed into life by actions and filled to capacity by desires and fears. Love is semantics. You can rest assured that somewhere, somehow, someone is saying exactly what they want you to hear. How are words any different from our hearts e x t e n d e d in naive hope of acceptance and reciprocation? What are the principal parts of love? I love I have loved I shall or will love I have been loved to love . . . amo amare amavi amatus sum Each more desperate than the last, add a small, sarcastic smile and say with glee - 'I'm fine'. (Grammar isn't society's strong suit anyway)
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Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 7:49 AM UTC
anne-5
Semantics
Its scrabble (for adults), A game of hearts where the rules never stay the same - its a beautiful suffering, a shameless mess as we play the letter-game, syllables, phrases, all breathed into life by actions and filled to capacity by desires and fears. Love is semantics. You can rest assured that somewhere, somehow, someone is saying exactly what they want you to hear. How are words any different from our hearts e x t e n d e d in naive hope of acceptance and reciprocation? What are the principal parts of love? I love I have loved I shall or will love I have been loved to love . . . amo amare amavi amatus sum Each more desperate than the last, add a small, sarcastic smile and say with glee - 'I'm fine'. (Grammar isn't society's strong suit anyway)
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Mine queen Mine easterly wind That saveth me. Mine beautiful Darling of lives Long lived. Tis again O' Tis again, we Shalt touch ourn Tissue to intertwine The mind's of two archaic Soul's; mine lady, mine home. Obsidian shalt I wrap around Thine toes, Olivine crystal to Grace thy structured shoulder's; Yellow Spinel as like Ray's of ten- Thousand star's glittering thy ear's. Lass, lady of the Orient; wipe away Thine tear's, for eternal year's art ourn Own to capture from nonending cloud-walking. Yea, verily, the Azure's art singing as we shalt chant "Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi", ourn amare to be uplifting. Godliness and Impartial giving, life is love, and heaven-sending.
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
"Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi" ( Ourn god, we thank thee for ourn meeting) i made the words up in the title... (:::
Mine queen Mine easterly wind That saveth me. Mine beautiful Darling of lives Long lived. Tis again O' Tis again, we Shalt touch ourn Tissue to intertwine The mind's of two archaic Soul's; mine lady, mine home. Obsidian shalt I wrap around Thine toes, Olivine crystal to Grace thy structured shoulder's; Yellow Spinel as like Ray's of ten- Thousand star's glittering thy ear's. Lass, lady of the Orient; wipe away Thine tear's, for eternal year's art ourn Own to capture from nonending cloud-walking. Yea, verily, the Azure's art singing as we shalt chant "Bala roush, anakar crean monostipi", ourn amare to be uplifting. Godliness and Impartial giving, life is love, and heaven-sending.
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Lei piange, e piange.Il fiore del sua cuoreÉ morto nella questa stagione d’invernoPerché la sua amore, chi abitava in questo floreE lo guardava, e lo amava,Ha salito sine una parola.E lui solo ha salito le spine per compagnia.Che crueltá, che iróniaChe la donna chi non sentava niente maiHa solo le ferite nel cuore a consolarleHa solo il guanciale a aguscia le sue lacrimeQuando tutta che lei voglia nel mondoÉ il ragazzo chi prima ha scopertoChe lei possa amare davvero.
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Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 6:45 PM UTC
aileen-connolly
La Unica Cosa
Lei piange, e piange.Il fiore del sua cuoreÉ morto nella questa stagione d’invernoPerché la sua amore, chi abitava in questo floreE lo guardava, e lo amava,Ha salito sine una parola.E lui solo ha salito le spine per compagnia.Che crueltá, che iróniaChe la donna chi non sentava niente maiHa solo le ferite nel cuore a consolarleHa solo il guanciale a aguscia le sue lacrimeQuando tutta che lei voglia nel mondoÉ il ragazzo chi prima ha scopertoChe lei possa amare davvero.
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i Sophisticated not as metal-steel mechanic's Not a domestic to gargoyle theology She's a seraph, who only knoweth pure. ii The Luna to her is her finer amare The DNA of life passes through her hair As she playeth truth and dare with her own self. iii She seeketh none help, a woman of God Foresee's the hero's from slob's As men around her mob, like a desert after dinner! iv Though sorry boy's she's mine I claimed her long ago When this palace was broken by lazor night show, I held her... v She's tender as a flower Tis I waiteth for her throughout the hour's The coward's do try her, to hurt her, yet I wilt never break someone so tender.... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Elsa angelica dedication
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Sofisticación ( Sophistication) spanish tongue
i Sophisticated not as metal-steel mechanic's Not a domestic to gargoyle theology She's a seraph, who only knoweth pure. ii The Luna to her is her finer amare The DNA of life passes through her hair As she playeth truth and dare with her own self. iii She seeketh none help, a woman of God Foresee's the hero's from slob's As men around her mob, like a desert after dinner! iv Though sorry boy's she's mine I claimed her long ago When this palace was broken by lazor night show, I held her... v She's tender as a flower Tis I waiteth for her throughout the hour's The coward's do try her, to hurt her, yet I wilt never break someone so tender.... ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Elsa angelica dedication
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i I shalt consecrate one as mine empress As she sitteth high up upon her throne; She shalt be the ruler of mine dominion An abode aloft the Earthling's decor below. ii I shalt put upon her eminence gracefully A castle tiera upon her frowning head; Wherein when one's shalt tryeth to hurt her I'll giveth mine life, to protecteth mine wife's bed. iii And we shalt wander on the streamside Whilst ourn harp-player's strum for us in ourn court; Sipping on wine, of amare divine Ourn spirit's and finger's, locked with none remorse. iv Though tis this is all just an illusion Hoping for one day, mine empress to awaketh from her sleep; Wherein wherever she shalt be, I cant findeth her I thinkest I am dead, Maby asleep? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 9:58 AM UTC
brandon-nagley
Αυτοκράτειρα του ορυχείου κυριαρχίαm( Empress of mine dominion) greek tongue
i I shalt consecrate one as mine empress As she sitteth high up upon her throne; She shalt be the ruler of mine dominion An abode aloft the Earthling's decor below. ii I shalt put upon her eminence gracefully A castle tiera upon her frowning head; Wherein when one's shalt tryeth to hurt her I'll giveth mine life, to protecteth mine wife's bed. iii And we shalt wander on the streamside Whilst ourn harp-player's strum for us in ourn court; Sipping on wine, of amare divine Ourn spirit's and finger's, locked with none remorse. iv Though tis this is all just an illusion Hoping for one day, mine empress to awaketh from her sleep; Wherein wherever she shalt be, I cant findeth her I thinkest I am dead, Maby asleep? ©Brandon nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry
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I know I don't exactly have a way with words, Its just, when I look at you... I feel the way waves look when they're crashing. I can feel my thoughts smashing against each other, And I can feel my heart racing. This isn't a love poem, This is a poem about fear. You made me feel like the ocean, And I was acting like a child running to escape the foam. I was too afraid to swim in the water. I was too afraid to experience all of what the ocean had to offer, Because when I did, When I did finally learn to swim, I got caught in the undertow. I tried. I really, Really, tried. I took such a long time to get in the water, And when I did, I couldn't breathe. I got pulled under. Please, believe me, I tried to swim in the same water as you. I tried to swim to you. I tried to swim using the very same technique, I just... Couldn't. I got pulled under. Do you believe me? I did. The water took me, and swallowed me. I got thrown against the rocks. I got caught between the rocks and the ocean floor, And no one could find me.. I tried to get out, I tried to swim. I'm sorry. I'm still stuck, Here on this ocean floor. I'm still trying to get out. I know you're swimming in different waters now. I know. I'm still trying though. I'm still trying.
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
Someone-anyone
timor et amare
I know I don't exactly have a way with words, Its just, when I look at you... I feel the way waves look when they're crashing. I can feel my thoughts smashing against each other, And I can feel my heart racing. This isn't a love poem, This is a poem about fear. You made me feel like the ocean, And I was acting like a child running to escape the foam. I was too afraid to swim in the water. I was too afraid to experience all of what the ocean had to offer, Because when I did, When I did finally learn to swim, I got caught in the undertow. I tried. I really, Really, tried. I took such a long time to get in the water, And when I did, I couldn't breathe. I got pulled under. Please, believe me, I tried to swim in the same water as you. I tried to swim to you. I tried to swim using the very same technique, I just... Couldn't. I got pulled under. Do you believe me? I did. The water took me, and swallowed me. I got thrown against the rocks. I got caught between the rocks and the ocean floor, And no one could find me.. I tried to get out, I tried to swim. I'm sorry. I'm still stuck, Here on this ocean floor. I'm still trying to get out. I know you're swimming in different waters now. I know. I'm still trying though. I'm still trying.
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. i. (Jane) *Let me kiss you passionately, As we stitch our souls together, And travel heavens through these lips.* ii. (Brandon) **O' amour', I canst feeleth thine wet juice As we sew ourn spirit's as one; Betwixt the moon and sun, ourn primal nature let's loose.** iii. ( Jane) *I will lock fingers with you, With this amour as our armour, The world we valiantly conquer.* iv. (Brandon) **Land's unknown to dominate Incorporeal is ourn essence; Sealing the firmament by blessing's and grace.** v. (Jane) *Let our love be the sunshine, That lead and guide us abode, Finally I found you, my Home.* vi. (Brandon) **Mine sweet earl Jane Let ourn amare be the flame's; And the kindle alway's be the same, as the light never dieth.** © Earl Jane - Brandon Collaborations ♥ Lovers Incorporated
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
earl-jane
Budh lasair Ourn riamh bás ( Ourn flame shalt never die) old irish tongue ( DUO poem by Me and my ever amazing king, Brandon Nagley!!!)
. i. (Jane) *Let me kiss you passionately, As we stitch our souls together, And travel heavens through these lips.* ii. (Brandon) **O' amour', I canst feeleth thine wet juice As we sew ourn spirit's as one; Betwixt the moon and sun, ourn primal nature let's loose.** iii. ( Jane) *I will lock fingers with you, With this amour as our armour, The world we valiantly conquer.* iv. (Brandon) **Land's unknown to dominate Incorporeal is ourn essence; Sealing the firmament by blessing's and grace.** v. (Jane) *Let our love be the sunshine, That lead and guide us abode, Finally I found you, my Home.* vi. (Brandon) **Mine sweet earl Jane Let ourn amare be the flame's; And the kindle alway's be the same, as the light never dieth.** © Earl Jane - Brandon Collaborations ♥ Lovers Incorporated
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The legion of mine zeal for thee Outreaches unknown boundaries, No barbed wire to holdeth me back Just a ( I loveth thee to mine mami) ( to mine love) And a ( I needeth thee now) oh papi ( from mine love)!!!! From the one I sit on hold.... Slang we shalt speaketh as peasants But ourn amare richer than most, To guide her by mine allegiance To bathe with her in comet lighting toast... Her jazzy sensual patois To pleat me in mine king throne bassinet, The queen to taketh mine angst And lie me in a dream I canst forget. She whispers deeply secrets As mine ears perk in excite, Her eyes burn voluptuous through mine She comforts me at night!!!!! I canst never tread off From the only familiar ***** rose, I've toldeth thee all long ago We were past life amour's of long beginning show. The asteroids we used as projection To maketh ourn way here, Yet now the earth's ending We must return to infinate angel years... Ourn Chronograph's don't telleth Pace's Only ourn soul's affection for eachother, As a monarch of the Luna atmosphere she is Twas I was sent here to bring her back into her home Mine arms..... Mine eyes Mine mind Mine soul Mine spirit...... Wherein she already knoweth she belongs!!!! As tis She was mine Long before she ever kneweth it..
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Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Retour dans eachother bras( Back into eachother's arms) french tongue
The legion of mine zeal for thee Outreaches unknown boundaries, No barbed wire to holdeth me back Just a ( I loveth thee to mine mami) ( to mine love) And a ( I needeth thee now) oh papi ( from mine love)!!!! From the one I sit on hold.... Slang we shalt speaketh as peasants But ourn amare richer than most, To guide her by mine allegiance To bathe with her in comet lighting toast... Her jazzy sensual patois To pleat me in mine king throne bassinet, The queen to taketh mine angst And lie me in a dream I canst forget. She whispers deeply secrets As mine ears perk in excite, Her eyes burn voluptuous through mine She comforts me at night!!!!! I canst never tread off From the only familiar ***** rose, I've toldeth thee all long ago We were past life amour's of long beginning show. The asteroids we used as projection To maketh ourn way here, Yet now the earth's ending We must return to infinate angel years... Ourn Chronograph's don't telleth Pace's Only ourn soul's affection for eachother, As a monarch of the Luna atmosphere she is Twas I was sent here to bring her back into her home Mine arms..... Mine eyes Mine mind Mine soul Mine spirit...... Wherein she already knoweth she belongs!!!! As tis She was mine Long before she ever kneweth it..
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She, mine world She, mine wife; She, mine girl She, mine life; She, mine living She, mine all, She. Mine sight She, mine Asian doll. She, mine amour' She, mine amare, She, mine moral's She, mine finger's, and hair. She, mine beauty She, mine plenty; She, mine blood She, mine lassie. She, mine otherworldly She, the gate's of pearly; She, mine seraph She, mine cherub. She, all I needeth She, when she cryeth, I bleedeth. She, mine night She, mine day She, mine freedom She freed me from decay. She, Earl jane She, O' mine Earl jane; She, mine happiness Doth these word's not explain? She..... Mine Earl jane nagley.... ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl jane nagley( Filipino rose) dedication
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Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Banríon mianach , bean chéile mianach , leannán mianach , saol mianach ( Mine queen, mine wife, mine lover, mine life) old irish tongue
She, mine world She, mine wife; She, mine girl She, mine life; She, mine living She, mine all, She. Mine sight She, mine Asian doll. She, mine amour' She, mine amare, She, mine moral's She, mine finger's, and hair. She, mine beauty She, mine plenty; She, mine blood She, mine lassie. She, mine otherworldly She, the gate's of pearly; She, mine seraph She, mine cherub. She, all I needeth She, when she cryeth, I bleedeth. She, mine night She, mine day She, mine freedom She freed me from decay. She, Earl jane She, O' mine Earl jane; She, mine happiness Doth these word's not explain? She..... Mine Earl jane nagley.... ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poet's poetry ©Earl jane nagley( Filipino rose) dedication
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In her galaxy I Effervesce, free-floating, I've bypassed the gales, and the darkest guest's. Though Hell still tryeth to taketh mine flesh, I've found mine abode, inside mine Reyna's trove; now in placid tranquillity, restfulness. I've entered into her Fumulus, o'er the gallery's of gloaming light's, yonder her smile, in the striking of night. As tis, she hath given me insight to be better, to doeth better, as tis she is mine better, I've sent mine amare to her in the form; of the most romantic letter........ ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
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Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
brandon-nagley
Into her galaxy I Effervesce
In her galaxy I Effervesce, free-floating, I've bypassed the gales, and the darkest guest's. Though Hell still tryeth to taketh mine flesh, I've found mine abode, inside mine Reyna's trove; now in placid tranquillity, restfulness. I've entered into her Fumulus, o'er the gallery's of gloaming light's, yonder her smile, in the striking of night. As tis, she hath given me insight to be better, to doeth better, as tis she is mine better, I've sent mine amare to her in the form; of the most romantic letter........ ©Brandon Nagley ©Lonesome poets poetry ©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
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