"besought" poems
crooked steps
just a seconds glimpse behind
perfect trail before me, each step a gift
Then in the distance I caught sight
of something
I saw you kiss the lips of the sinking Sun
locked embrace
and O' how completely I struggled
that entire night
and O' how the next and the next
and then the next I tasted
betrayal O' how vivid I
I relived the scene in visions,
questioning my eyes,
wondering your motives
I focused, I tried more and more
O' I dug deep, i closed the miles,,
then much closer I witnessed
then, you whispering to the sky
then you reached up your hands
upon the full moon's face
Pulling her down from heaven,
to your promises as you smiled
to deny us, O' I obsessed
You....
Kissing the sun, Promising the moon,
As I watched O' I glared
O' as did I wilt
I withdraw to obscurity
Beneath cover of your growing shadow
a silouhette to follow
making chase of the impossible
I can't give up
all i do is follow,
and look , and press on ,
just to get close enough
To tell you
You are still my sun,
Though you have another
and you are my setting moon,
my unobtainable,...
and my reasoning for every step,
every mile...
Now besought by the breadth
The severity of those betrayals
I hope you knew,
i followed and still do
coming to apprehend
my little tease,
my treasure, my liar
I give chase,
to how completely
how very far I would go
just to prove once and for all
I love you.
I shall, one day...
If and when the stars let me
they decide...
Even they see plainly my envy
As I have no mask
One motive,
Several unknown labels.
I contrast the brilliant
Silk strewn beauty once mine
Falling once, am I choosing
Leg by foot, by will and love
Outshine the sun and by this
Luna will turn it's attention
Perhaps this test of time
Practiced, lonesome patience
May one day return the gaze
Embrace in arms my desire
The only one I want and follow
My world.
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Mayon Volcano of our Nation's Pride
Sleek be your Shape on our Motherland's Back
Surrounding Spices, your Flaming Rage hide
Which Form to take our Economy lack
So you decide to Chill; And leave a Bruise
That from Bathala's Favour reaped your Skin
And Kiss the Nimbus pour her Tears a-new
Whose Lost Love's Folly besought from Within
Then why Cagsawa, her Arm does extend
Ringing her Bell despite the Missing Pall
Meant her Heart Forever; Love without End
Her Chorus buried as if there at all.
She bids her Wave, as Albayenos notice
That Spark from your Mouth; Kindle her Precipice.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:39 PM UTC
Of what to Think, and Thought be Thought-of-Thoughts
Equalling those Clouds no-one tried to reach
And with just a Model-of-the-Board besought
Belated Nations took you to beseech
Parsley that in Sick Reference apply
To One dug-out from Humble Electric
Honour is his beyond the Scythe comply
And carry his Image on so frantic
That is my Code acquired late at War
Knowing the Outcome of this Useless Battle
As that Spartan King drew his Sword at fore
Charged his Army; And the Persian, wrangle.
It's News to me, if I can Speak the Truth
If only I Avoid what seems Un-Couth.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
Coarse and rough,pure and true
You are my angel of a nascent hue
Far away the rain clouds lay
Begging to meet my angel each day!
You are shy,veiled in a shroud,you are
Cozy,warm and safe with your lover,the Star
You say,you forgot me,so soon,I hear?
Is it because behind your back I disappeared?
I thought without me,you'd be in gloom
Remember,how,in your soundless cacophony,I swooned?
You ignited my heart,gave life to me
In your sandy storms,you entwined me,to set me free
I roamed,in love with you,in old directions,anew
Now,the storms are raging,the knights banter and look for you
Stay back,my angel,shy,behind the rocks where you grew
Let the thunder clouds darken around you
Protect your lovers,like and me and some others,few
Illusive and Elusive,you play games with me
Cajoling my feelings,and bringing me down to my knees
****** and lascivious,you don't disappoint
My savior,my sins and sorrows,you anoint
Winds of insanity rove around you,my eyes they enter
I cry,it's sand,worthless to all but me,soft and tender
I can't go on quenched of thirst and thought
I fall broken,crushed,will I be besought?
Care for the others,with you,I left,please
My guardian,my desert,hide forever with me in the shadow of bliss.
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 5:11 AM UTC
To God our strength sing loud, and clear,
Sing loud to God our King,
To Jacobs God, that all may hear
Loud acclamations ring.
Prepare a Hymn, prepare a Song
The Timbrel hither bring
The cheerfull Psaltry bring along
And Harp with pleasant string.
Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With Trumpets lofty sound,
Th’appointed time, the day wheron
Our solemn Feast comes round.
This was a Statute giv’n of old
For Israel to observe
A Law of Jacobs God, to hold
From whence they might not swerve.
This he a Testimony ordain’d
In Joseph, not to change,
When as he pass’d through Aegypt land;
The Tongue I heard, was strange.
From burden, and from slavish toyle
I set his shoulder free;
His hands from pots, and mirie soyle
Deliver’d were by me.
When trouble did thee sore assaile,
On me then didst thou call,
And I to free thee did not faile,
And led thee out of thrall.
I answer’d thee in *thunder deep *Be Sether ragnam.
With clouds encompass’d round;
I tri’d thee at the water steep
Of Meriba renown’d.
Hear O my people, heark’n well,
I testifie to thee
Thou antient flock of Israel,
If thou wilt list to mee,
Through out the land of thy abode
No alien God shall be
Nor shalt thou to a forein God
In honour bend thy knee.
I am the Lord thy God which brought
Thee out of Aegypt land
Ask large enough, and I, besought,
Will grant thy full demand.
And yet my people would not hear,
Nor hearken to my voice;
And Israel whom I lov’d so dear
Mislik’d me for his choice.
Then did I leave them to their will
And to their wandring mind;
Their own conceits they follow’d still
Their own devises blind
O that my people would be wise
To serve me all their daies,
And O that Israel would advise
To walk my righteous waies.
Then would I soon bring down their foes
That now so proudly rise,
And turn my hand against all those
That are their enemies.
Who hate the Lord should then be fain
To bow to him and bend,
But they, His should remain,
Their time should have no end.
And he would free them from the shock
With flower of finest wheat,
And satisfie them from the rock
With Honey for their Meat.
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Wound I
against the forces of nature
this tap
through which a steam
of nature's brewed drink,
measured hot as I desired.
It loved my skin,
steaming upwards,
its ambiental tentacles
towards my chin.
The devil besought my thoughts
to torment.
The sounds of men calling my name,
lynching my conscience undeservedly;
the scapegoat of the moment.
These gates were open;
the devil smeared in
through the tap,
flowing through brews.
I wound fast
against those that call.
Thence did they stop:
the lynching, the calling,
beseeching, praying my falling.
I fled my bathtub,
escaping the mob,
escaping the devil
in my bathtub.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 7:49 AM UTC
i.
She hath abated mine sorrow's, split mine manacles
Wherein afore day's, I was shackled and trampled;
I was left for expiry, mine soul felt retiring,
Ague gaveth me chill's, I got lost in opiatic pill's,
Death twas I, that I was admiring.
ii.
The world gaveth me none thrill- tis I wasn't meant for this life,
I besought at all costs, to find what was right.
Sent to me then, after all mine thirst and hunger for mine
One and true queen, camest Earl Jane, betwixt the dark shade,
Of Satan and his being's.
iii.
When she stepped in, Alleluia hit mine lung's, I found that one I sought, from so many year's ago, twas not love at first sight, I loved her from lifetime's humans do not knoweth; created in God's light. I loved her all along, ourn marriage was, hast been, and always wilt be abiding, timeless, in Cordelia strand's of song.
iv.
And tis when I do wrong, she sets me on better path's, she straightens me, she relates to me, she's mine kindred soul once again I found at last; she's the consort to mine well-being, she's beautiful, elegant, perfection is her key. Perfect to me, she aligns with the star's. Tis she, yea she, hath broken me from mine own prison bar's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
With Eight Wings fraught Tongues of Endearing Flame
And roast this Sinner for his Stubborn Deed
Yet by darling ask he be spared by Name
To greet your Best Day at the very least
Love, by Degrees un-condition besought
And cause this Moment a Milestone thereof
Grounded - yet Celebrate this Blessing caught
My Lover's Stained Eye admit to your Cause
But what are Cakes? If be too Sweet devour
Yet near to your Truth would drown me to Taste
To seek your Penance inspire your Hour
For Life the Living Destiny speed your Haste.
My Sour Rhymes if by Prayers accept
Cuts my Heart to Grin; And your Peace perkept.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Delia, the unkindest girl on earth,
When I besought the fair,
That favour of intrinsic worth
A ringlet of her hair,
Refused that instant to comply
With my absurd request,
For reasons she could specify,
Some twenty score at least.
Trust me, my dear, however odd
It may appear to say,
I sought it merely to defraud
Thy spoiler of his prey.
Yes! when its sister locks shall fade,
As quickly fade they must,
When all their beauties are decayed,
Their gloss, their colour, lost--
Ah then! if haply to my share
Some slender pittance fall,
If I but gain one single hair,
Nor age usurp them all;--
When you behold it still as sleek,
As lovely to the view,
As when it left thy snowy neck,
That Eden where it grew,
Then shall my Delia's self declare
That I professed the truth,
And have preserved my little share
In everlasting youth.
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I heard your soulful cry, my queen of sad smiles,
so I painted my Kingdom yellow, your favorite
colour that siphon ecstasy from the channel that
plug into heaven, I tried to imbibe harmony or
rather sermon, you called it spreading the gospel,
I tried to be your surgeon, fixing your repeatedly
impaled heart under your broken ribcage, but
you termed me amateurish, so I besought poetic
justice, all these tears for you, and for what? I can
only translate my feelings in writings, now you
call it going Adelle, all in all you are a living
documentation of beauty and its manifestations,
and I love you.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
Star
It
Is
Afar
The
Herald
That it brings
Unequaled
For the king of kings
The son of God
And foretold son of man
Is now besought
In a hovel, born in Bethlehem
He will heal the sick
And give life to the living and dead
He wills to pick deaths crown
From our heads coronating us in righteousness
Bearing the thorns upon himself
To a death on a tree, that beneath our tree we can share this gift
We follow, He whom death could only borrow
The broken
Find healing
So wise men
Still seek Him
To understand
God's gift to man
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
Mummy Pink Handkerchief your Tears did soak
Since Weeping Photos soothe her Memory
A Child's own Program nurse her Arms long besought
And Soul's own Moments found Solace on Bounty
How can we Forgive this Black-Hooded Veil
Whose Scythe robbed your Smiles as weary as his Face?
Yet Honest Purpose met by Facts would Prevail
That Beings on this Sphere Lasts as it Fades
Worthy then, must we Cringe the Heart to Bleed
When such Space left for your Mum's Smile constrict
And Merry her - Deeply - Immortal she is
Her New Body housed on your own Soul permit.
Though Beloved my Mentor, Smile please Afford
Her Spirit in yours; At Work your Laughter Re-Born.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
Here lies a lonely heart
And here it was besought
Too acquiescent to question
Too obstinate to acquiesce
Neither foolish, nor naive
The heart endeavors
Tattered in the process
Tentative in its gifts
With but one request
Yet, in its stead
was found thoughtless untruths
Holding fast to words spoken
Despite the fact the truth remains unhidden
Prefer honest consequences to deceit
Regardless how pale in color
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
Marcus' Homeland wave said the source of suffering was Mad Max's flexibility in the area of the New Museum; The world is in error, and the delight of my work be done; John. . . John, if you are a good soldier, Newly Risen Dawn is the youngest of the cereals; And in general, the shadow of the light at the end of the United States is the shadow of death; women, now totaling six, highly clothed with strength. Satan stood up, raised up for the sake of the tree of life by Irinka as a seething mass of light; the waves of the fish, as it were of the six lakes of Asia, and the black ants of Africa at Allen's service; and turning to the women with every right, that is, from his exploration of the variety of their fantasies, the abuse of drugs, and her eyes, as the source is according to Mad Max; A ****** and the toes, and mouth to mouth, mouth to mouth, and the mouth of the mouth to mouth, and speaking face to face to face, and she loveth not knoweth not; the name of the feet, and she besought the people go, that they may not merely be in one oven; and showing a red color, indeed, it is his work, all the problems of the world of the high-priest of a fever which is la-la-la; The discourse with the Holy Spirit, named Carlos, who is the fountain of bread and one from us, drunk in the night, when the weather is very clear, as in Isaiah, the Breath of Freedom! In recent years, the image is of the girl singing the song as good as the song exchange; 1 Go the Cam, she tells them! The letters speak of the world next to this world in the next case, and another voice from the prostitutes and learning their culture are the shadows of the others; The Reforms of the DEA are limited to the crowded sands of the US, which at the end of the day includes jewelry, ornaments and decorative accessories. § If it is not, as is true, the competition is in the form of the exhibition; global players, and as it were, Maecenas paying much for most of the pages, and it came to pass from Asia to Cicero, and that was the history from the common people of the mountains and the hills, to the provinces of Asia, that is all the way around the world, and they will not be in the memory after the destruction of the hill, is the plan of Haman for the city that opens onto the broad places of the Jews, who were out in the restaurants where a stranger with a very little **** teaches that the way of God into the belly is the way of destruction, but whose end, however, he will bring to pass.... for he is he who doeth, and has made the signs and wonders, and with his Aussie lass and other drugs only to be known to _him_ ...
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 7:18 PM UTC
*The Moonlit Aethers bleed Titanium Rays
As mine Forlorn Eyes
Saunter thine Porcelain Skin:
Platinum Matriarch upon Swarthy Expanse reigns
Azure Luminaries cascade
Upon The Forested Glades of my Airy Soulwaves.
Ensorcelled is that Sylvan Shrine,
The Reliquary of the Starry Wish.
(O, that
Loveless Blight
might cease)
I Besought the Firmaments
From Dusk to Dawn
Lamenting in Dirge
Of the
Revenant Skies;
Eons transcended yet no hand to hold
The Benediction of Romance
An Ephemeral Throne.
The Pandemonium corporealizes
Wraiths in my mind;
(Perdition is Thew
The
Poltergeist's Might)
Ivory Visage of the Impearled
Hallows my Spirit
Quells the Abyss.
The Thew of Deities
Purged from my veins
Quaking my quintessence,
I fathomed
I was naught.
A mere figment,
An existential vagary:
~BUT NOW I SEE
We are
All
But a
Dream
Clinging yearningly
to the
Promise of Hope
(The Covenant of Ensouled Dust)
Groping for Eternity, Memory, and the Lightwaves
To be
Vested in our pulse;
For Corporeality;
Ascendency
To the Chrysalis of The Astral,
The Cradle of Cosmogenesis:
Our Cosmos,
Our Zephyr,
Our Magma,
Our Torrent,
Our Tremor,
Our Thunderclap,
Our Time,
Our Space,
Our Nexus to Efflorescence,
Our Incorporeal Sublimity~
I shall surrender to
Providence of the Supernal
His Empyrean Wings
(An Impregnable Aegis)
A Strewn Vestige once was I
But the Somnolent Beloved was roused
Whence I glimpsed into thine eyes.
The Vagrant Loveless is resurrected
Reawakened as a Doughty Knight
Warring against sequestration
(Until by Nirvana)
Abeyance devours this blight.
~Dream
You starry-eyed wayfarers,
Surrender sovereignty to credence
When Star-crossed
Conspire against the Fates
For when Elysium
Is your Beloved
The Ancient of Yore
Shall lead you nebulous streams
To the Holy Oracle
Prophesying the fulfillment
Of your Intemerate Hope
(For Love, myriads doven the skies)
Please Believe,
Just,
Believe in me.~*
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
The trees are withered,
The ground now bare,
The world has lost it’s color;
It is what is not there,
It’s gone with all the others.
For it to be,
What it is not,
It mustn’t fade away;
It is what is besought,
It is not time nor day.
In endless time,
Without intent,
In search of this mysterious sight;
With or without consent,
It is written in black and white.
The rules are broken,
Words unheard,
Tears still flow in silence;
It is what is not absurd,
It is without defiance.
It is all that,
Determines all,
It cannot be controlled;
It is and will never fall,
It is what is resoled.
In the end,
It doesn’t rest,
It just begun it’s game;
In you’re life there is a test,
And that test is called, Fate.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Oh fulsome letter thou art meant for him
Thy words speak mine lingering heart and thought
Tell him of how mine stomach is in a knot
Of how the warmth and light have become dim
Sing the words with the heartbeat as a hymn
In the midst of morn the storm I besought
Life hath no reason without him, it cannot
I shall wait and seek of love on the limb
But love hath overmany puzzles now
Perhaps he dost not wish to hear from ye
Thau shall stay in my pocket evermore
Tonight we will forget him, this I vow
Henceforth only mine soul shalt wit my soft plea
The wretched curse is lifted, named amór.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
Should we ***** those Skies to settle the Cream
And infuse Wicked Rhythms to your Fruit
Flowers of such Scents do pose by the Ream
And Mark this Herald-of-Excellence by June
Benign such Time - the Time of Merry-Month
Where Splashy Bonds condensate into Friends
A Dab on his Nose - Smiles bloom to the South
Apart from his Fly such Model amends
But to you dear Promise Rain your Career
Relieve Printed Points from Tweets inspire
Where Prime Sports Pop merge Belief in arrear
And place his Breath to your Mouth respire.
Oh, those Songs! How merry Sentiments sing
Naught, naught yet besought; Those Empowerments bring.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 11:04 PM UTC
He who is besought,
I command thee
Answer my beseeching
I swayed myself to slay itself
And thou shan't leave me be
For me to die,
I ought to live
With thou in endless glee
Though if I die,
I leave thee
To be all for me
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
Again I am walking to my favorite spot.
An open gorge that has eaten peoples pain for centuries.
I sit and pick a forget-me-not
And remind myself that today, I am not here for my agonies.
I am here today for meditation,
I am here today for thought.
I see the universes beautiful creation
And find what my soul besought.
A water fall
And smoothly cut rock.
This gorge; a big bowl with walls.
It's beauty hits at my heart with a knock.
Right now
I will be happy.
Right now
I will be calm.
And from my soul I'll pull my thoughts
Where they will perish
Into mother nature's earthen ***
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC