"cameth" poems
Consort shadows
Nakedly romping to mirage of sunset sun
Celestial beings encountered
By druid's they've just begun
They dance around the stonehenge
Whilst speaking and chatting verses
They've left the inner world
Trampled the duney surface
They write upon those stones
Ogham scripted writing
Leaving marks amongst moss
Their heaviness of sweat inviting
Though one cameth from Spain
A foreigner to the stonehenge barbarian
Her moonlight giveth him warmth
On the shores of valedictorian!!!!
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Just as
Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego,
I've been through the fiery furnace.......
And as them,
I cameth out unscathed and untouched without one burn mark...
I'm a spiritual being,
I'm protected...
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
I went down to the maumee river
Behind mine place,
Ànd picked some yellow daisies on the water's edge
And other flower's....
I picked them for mother in honesty!
Though tis I loveth flower's as well,
A wonderful adding on to God's green earth I walketh upon;
As after I picked those flowers,
I started walking up the steps back up the hill to mine apartment
As I noticed along the way, a little clover .........
"As tis I thought I wanna find a four leaf clover"
Not finding a four leaf clover at all!
One little one stuck out so amazingly!!!!
I found a five leafed clover
Never have even found a four leafed one in mine life
As now today I hath found a five leafed one........
As I think ( is a five leafed one double the luck?????)
Not sure...
Though as I cameth back upstairs to the apartment
And handed mum the flower's;
I found a tiny green bug I've never seen as well,
So tiny
And beautiful stitched..........
As tis that little bug;
Followed me upstairs by holding onto mine collar
What a cute ******
As tis today's
Been an amazing day......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry...
True story lol no joke (:::: five leafed clover
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
i.
Debased, feeling unworthy, I was a shackled, debackled
Seeking, looking, yearning, in all the wrong place's;
Seeing a billion face's, none I couldst connecteth to
I sought a spirit, an unknown so true, one to maketh me alive
ii.
Betwixt the contour of blood and gore, that this place hath spilt
Lava poured downward, no smelling perfume's, devil endorsed;
I bit mine lip's from the pinch of the blaze, demon's eye's glazed
None water, none rain, as tis this dungeon was a devlish porch
iii.
In shock, mine pupil's rolled to the back of mine bone
I felteth left behind, none amour', none more safety abode;
BLASTTTTTTTTTTT, cameth a flicker, a Cosmos shaking
The earth quaking, beneath mine toe's, mine being felteth whole
iv.
I cleped out this stardust cloaked Reyna's name, O' goddess
Whence thou cometh, thee is it, I've known from past living's;
I grabbed tightly, to her Filipino strand garb, as I felt the falling rain stain's cometh down her cheek's, Hi Brandon, I'm Mrs nagley
v.
Kilig hadst grabbed mine inside's, as for with her I took a ride
We spaceshipped to the milky way, I met archangel's of divine;
Here was none time, just ion's of delighting peace, west and east
I bowed mine cranium, as I kneweth she was mine wife, O' life.
O' angelic saving wife.........
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley/Filipino rose/ saved mine life dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Afore agone times,
avaunt from material
Civilization's, was a place;
Of unbiased race. We were
unadulterated, ere the statues
Of bronze, and kaolin faces.
The heaven's were ourn graces.
Though we got separated; at the fall
Of man, we bacameth as flesh, ourn
Finger's unlocked, we took the form
Of shoes and sock's, wearing human
Skin. Though ourn soul's of old knewest
None end. We cameth together once again-
As ourn light's blended highly, we blocked
Out the dark-cut the dim. As through this
New-age technological era-we foundeth one
Another. Ourn kind hadst been separated through
The warlike times, though queen O' mine queen.
Again, O' tis again; we foundeth each-other.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose)
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 12:35 AM UTC
Abroad the mystical veil, neath me and mine queen's feet, firmament of wonder, a singing Nightingale. The Ring nebula, an escort in the ample ether; none weather, to defeat ourn handheld excursion. Across we cameth, to an unlikely diversion; a black hole ******* the innard's of anything to it's course. Nothing couldst escape it, I hadst to saveth mine Reyna; I threweth mine rose to the side; the whirl pool galaxy, I jumped inside the abyss, none remorse. Tis, I hadst to protect her, from the unholy beast, it needed sacrifice, I Gaveth it mine life; so mine empress couldst liveth in peace. Though the end didst not draweth near, as the Stygian cavity sought; I Gaveth mine blood, for mine amare and wife, as the gloomy pit didst not realize, I was already a spirit. A spirit of love.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
i.
Debased, feeling unworthy, I was a shackled, debackled
Seeking, looking, yearning, in all the wrong place's;
Seeing a billion face's, none I couldst connecteth to
I sought a spirit, an unknown so true, one to maketh me alive.
ii.
Betwixt the contour of blood and gore, that this place hath spilt
Lava poured downward, no smelling perfume's, devil endorsed;
I bit mine lip's from the pinch of the blaze, demon's eye's glazed
None water, none rain, as tis this dungeon was a devlish porch.
iii.
In shock, mine pupil's rolled to the back of mine bone
I felteth left behind, none amour', none more safety abode;
BLASTTTTTTTTTTT, cameth a flicker, a Cosmos shaking
The earth quaking, beneath mine toe's, mine being felt so whole.
iv.
I cleped out this stardust cloaked Reyna's name, O' Reyna,
Whence thou cometh, thee is it, I've known from past living's;
I grabbed tightly, to her Filipino strand garb, as I felt the falling rain stain's cometh down her cheek's, Hi Brandon, I'm Mrs nagley.
v.
Kilig hadst grabbed mine inside's, as for with her I took a ride
We spaceshipped to the milky way, I met archangel's of divine;
Here was none time, just ion's of delighting peace, west and east
I bowed mine cranium, as I kneweth she was mine wife, O' life.
O' angelic saving wife.........
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 9:53 PM UTC
Mine halcyon forelimb's stroke the reaper hamlet, I stand upon doom-departed bluff, waving a white apparel insignia... At twilight black insomnia rages the run-a-bout, wherein the fear connects to doubt, just wanting one to simply cuddle me! In tucked in gardenia's underneath the sycamore tree. Yet to much blancheness wherein color should be fiery elegant wherein from whence it cameth..... The potluck flamekiss to light underneath mine eyes to roll them back as dice in a skillfully played out bet!!!!
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
i
Aloof aback the nether antechamber
Abaddon tried to calleth out mine name
Aba composition's awoke from smoke
Whilst nephilim brutes were left untamed.
ii
They bit me and they gripped me with
Their nail's of poison and polunium whip's
Through the old agaric horror play oubliette
Obelisk's, of troglodyte monstrosity!!!!
iii
The nearing was open, yet to far off
I felt the crimson color, up mine lung's I coughed
Mine calumus pinion's all were eventually lost
For I was mocked, as the legion scoffed.
iv
Scourged I was, as mine back was chopped
Like glass bead's hitting a gentle rock
They cracked mine sweetly frame, and made a pop
Mine soul was dying, mine head was lost.
v
Yet in the destination of this witching hour
Cameth in Gabriel and Michael of all unknown power's
They arrayed this hell with celestial shower's
They freed me of mine inferno, and tooketh me to the higher sire.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry.....
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 7:56 AM UTC
I lived in darkness
For way to long;
But then mine angel
Cameth along.
She woreth a feather
Filipino brawn;
Native ******
She strummed me song's.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 5:51 PM UTC
Tis, she holdeth, the key of life
She is the fount, whom shalt be mine wife;
I was seeping, of crimson Tide
Thus she used her heart's tourniquet, I cameth alive.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 4:41 PM UTC
Mine angel always telleth me
(Brandon I don't belong to this place called earth)
Thou art right amour',
Thou art an angel!!!
And Angels aren't meant for a human race
Angels art meant for one another.....
And me and thee....
Don't belongeth here.....
We cameth here to find eachother again...
And that is all that matter's....
Is that I looked for so long,
And finally again
I hadst found thee amour'....
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
The angel covered me with her broken aileron pinion's.......
As I thought I was alone the whole time!!!!!
As she cameth to SAVETH ME....
Yet I cameth to rescue her
As she did already for me....
She hadst thought God sent her to showeth her amour'
No!!!!
God sent me........
And it's for all love to cometh in store...
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
i.
Mine body is frail love
Mine spirit I feeleth soon might be called;
Back whence we cameth from, in the mansion and light of God.
ii.
So if mine essence leaveth
Meeteth me in ourn secret place;
Thou might not rememberest it, tis here thy family, amour', grace.
iii.
So mine queen Jane, O' mine dearest Jane
Do not shed none tear's, if tomorrow I'm not here;
Ourn amare is eternal, undying, no commercial nor rewinding.
iv.
Empress Jane, there shalt be a poem for thee
This is it, just in case, I goeth into eternity;
Loveth me, I'll loveth thee, forever we shalt loveth Jane, Queen.
©Bɾɑղժօղ NɑցӀҽվ
©EɑɾӀ յɑղҽ ղɑցӀҽվ ժҽժíςɑԵíօղ
©LօղҽŚօʍҽ ԹօҽԵ'Ś ԹօҽԵɾվ
©Kíղց ɑղժ զմҽҽղ ԹօҽԵɾվ
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:42 PM UTC
Reality turned cartoon
By imaginative creeps
Lost in solitaried room
Collapsed in by beasts
****** deviants,
Art in under the sheets
Whilst fathers cheating again
Mother sippeth on hard ale
Both making Lovers with other men!!!
Some claim truth in prophecy
Preaching on mounted steps
But the real prophet's Cameth and left
Now only biggots we haveth at best!!
Biggots who speaketh of change is here
As they chant it out by signs
Making themselves
Seraphim
Their fallen angels in disguise!!!!
I seeith in the misty terrace
A meager man lost his abode
Sleepeth with the hitchhikers
Makes drunken bars his home
But I giveth him a lift to God
Just takes one slight hand
To reacheth out
When he's in doubt
(Brotherhood of men)
See,
Man hath lost his way again
He's consumed by mortal goods
Forgotten all the truthful words
Moses spoke and others heard
Man's to busy making technology
His amour' and his best friend
The conflagration awaiteth him,
It's bound for renewal
And end!!!
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
Like lazurus, I was dead for a many long day's,
The queen cameth to greet me, to SAVETH ME from mine way's.
Her vibrant gleaming was beaming wherein mine body didst lay,
She put her hand upon me, wiped mine ****** face.
The cruor disappeared, tis I was made brand new,
The fourth day I awoke, I spoke for mine muse....
To telleth her I loveth her, and I needeth her to,
She fleweth me to heaven, in a chariot view....
Now we rest in the celestial's, sitting on rocket ship stool's,
Making stardust for children, whilst ourn abode is the moon...
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 6:54 AM UTC
In the crowd of trader's, amongst the land of Jordan
The glamorous and the exotic gamble betwixt the dust.
This is called the rose city, from the rock tis cut from
It lies on the slope of Jebel al-Madhbah, or mount-Hor for some.
The deaf and the lame here art shunned, from Rich bafoon's,
The Masses loveth wickedness, of coin's made from golden tomb's
As in their new's, there art no camera's, just idol's and false mantra's, and as they chant in Arabic and Greek, their eye's shut.
In the crypt of the desert's crevice, lies Aaron, the brother of Moses, as all folk's gather as flocking hen's, the prophet's speak of a coming end, yet the trader's careth of no fire, they careth of their camel's and attire, and whilst the tradeth they mock as well.
They mocketh the creator, from whence they hath cometh, like mammal brutes, they seeketh and wanteth, and women here dress in elaborate color, mother's here trade off daughter's, for a Kings treasure, greedy they've become, material's of another.
Their treasure's art their way's of living, not needing their God, their playing with Satan, a liar, one whom prod's, as whilst they casted lot's, for an Arabic girl in the streets, the mountain's shook, with trembling heat, the Firestone's cameth down, cutting feet.
They wailed to their statues, saying please SAVETH us, they let go of their girl, they tried to trade as a slave and ****** must, the girl ran away, as the seraphim saved her life, the idol's cameth down, the trader's bodies hit the ground, their soul's leaving sight
The adolescent woman, was looking down from up above, her God told her they were greed seeker's, and needed a shrug, the girl couldn't think; she just smiled at her God, God said: thou shalt not be hurt none more, as in flames Petra hath gone up.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 10:12 AM UTC
Laying in the hoosegow
Tether's around mine wrist's;
I've cut the rope, with sharp rock
I was bound, yet now am free.
The hullabaloo in the expanse
The guard hath left the cell open;
Inmate's runneth quick away
I bust down the door, free on escape.
Maleficence right behind me
I smile as tis they frown;
They, Not knowing from whence I cameth
I was up high, tis they come from the ground.
Me plus three hundred other inmates
Escaped this raffish place;
They tried to capture us, but the angel's raptured us
Saved by holy grace....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
I , to whom thee attribute the massacre ,
I speak as your creator ,
Thee cameth to me o traveller ,
As a fickle narrator
For you **** me for your fate ,your condemnation
You attend to me as my foundation crumbles to dust
Your sentiment of zeal was mine own creation
You tainted it with your ambition , mutating it into lust
As the viscious cycle of your adultery reiterates
You indict me of being a silent beholder
As the heartiness and probity of my realm eviscerates
My heeds and warnings are met by your cold shoulder
Your embarkments of upsurge , and the subsequent collapse
Rendering my pattern blurred and unrecognizable to mine own eyes
now you stroll over a mine of your own traps
From my great design springs your eventual demise
Tis' not my trial you stand but shadows of your own that you face
As my realm scorches in your blaze, you drown in the multitude of my waves
For thee to elude eternal damnation
O traveller thee shall fade without a singular trace , dawn anew from disgrace
Hence shall come thy salvation
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 6:32 AM UTC
The cop's cameth into his poetical room
Pills were scattered in that moribund tomb....
The young man's body was **** on the floor
Like a baby he was once again rebirthed....
Poem's spread all abroad,
As the boy's veins were pumped by ****** cause.....
His eyelid's still open to see,
But he's now joined his ghost family.....
The spirit's sat and watched the cop's
Whilst the boy was with them and God.....
Mum and dad cying a sorrowful tune
Singing hymns of the depressed and the blue's....
The young man left a note on his bed,
Telling them he Gaveth all his love, and the one he loved left him bled...
He was scholar of the angelic ones,
Now he floats somewhere by the sun....
The only romantic around,
A poe enthusiast, Shakespherian amare clown.....
And because he hath given his all,
His expectations were broke as his wall.. .
The coroner brought the Hearse
At thirteen the boy was CURSED.....
Now twenty-seven he hadst let go,
He wasn't meant for this world anymore.....
In his time he saw who was worldly and not,
And through this time it was him they forgot...
He preached love of the star's above,
Now he returned with immaculate love....
His journey and strife was over far gone,
So he left in a hurry to his own song....
He feeleth no remorse, nor guilt,
Who wouldst with such wordly nilch...
At the funeral the crowd packed inside and wrapped around the block, he was more loved, just the demons made him think not...
People cameth he hath not seen in year's,
He was in the room with them, shedding some tear's....
He forgaveth them long ago,
It want them, just this place wasn't his home...
Though the ones whom he watched below,
Didint understand that or even know....
Now he's dressed in a celestial earthly black,
Wherein inside him the universe doth match.....
A halo he weareth once again,
Because in his past life he kneweth it wasn't his end....
But he continues to spread his amour',
To the lost, suicidal, and murdered galore....
He writes poem's now for God,
Wherein he belongs, no reason to sob.....
As everyone left his funeral room,
The young man stayed behind whilst crying a fool....
He yelled why didn't thou all loveth me back,
He preached of forgiveness and love, that's a fact!!!!
But he kneweth it was far to late,
Now to the serpahim he hast a nice date......
He's smiling now feeling the warmth,
His cold abode never couldst light that torch....
And now the world wilt remember his name
Twenty seven , forever young and a cherub flame........
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC