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brandon nagley Jun 2015
Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak!

Sick
Wearied
Weak?

Looking in all the wrong places?

Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's
For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay?

Like the son of man
I haveth no chapel
For this head to consecretly layeth!!!

Dog nights seem more teething!!!!

Vestige of all beauty
You've left that still life post,
Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!!

The I loveth thou's
And thou more....

Deluge of happiness
Covereth me
Bury me
In atmospheric condition,

Oh man didst thou not mention?
The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!!

Hath society made materialism
And the dollar sign
Their romantic gesture?

A pity to God
And me!!!!

Mobs of fleas
To calleth what they maketh
MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!!

Wherein the frauds
Fakes
And phonies
Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!!
This is old poetry!!!
Valentine Mbagu Sep 2013
The mystery of divinity who can understand,
knowing there is no searching of his understanding.
The understanding of divinity who can comprehend,
knowing his thoughts are beyond human imaginations.
The knowledge of divinity who can tell,
knowing his ways are past finding out.
Behold,
He that turneth the wisdom of wisemen backward having made their knowledge foolish;
knowing he is the wellspring of wisdom.
He that turneth the counsel of Ahithophel into foolishness, having been the counsellor of counsellors.
He that confirmeth the word of his servants,
having performed the counsel of his messengers.
He that frustrateth the tokens of liars, having made diviners mad.
He that walketh upon the sea, having treaded upon the waves of the sea;
knowing the winds are under his control.
He that divideth the river jordan, having divided the red sea.
He that turneth acid into water, having turned water into wine.
He that maketh kings having no king to make him,
and removeth kings; having no king to remove him.
He that changeth the laws of medies and persians; having none to change his laws and commandments.
He that is the father of the fatherless,
having been the husband of the widows.
He that is the beginning and the end,
having been the first and the last.
He that is the King of kings, having been the Lord of lords.
He that is the King of glory having been the gateway of glory.
He that is the Prince of peace, having been the pathway of peace.
He that is the highway of holiness,
having been the roadway of righteousness.
He that is the overseer of overcomers, having been the unchangeable changer.
He that is the highest personality in philosophy,
having been the loftiest idea in literature.
He that is mighty in strength and battle, having great armies under his command.
He that is more precious than gold, having been the treasure of treasures.
He whose eyes are too pure to behold iniquity,
having known the heavens are not even clean enough;
neither the angels worthy to stand before him.
He whose foolishness is wiser than the wisdom of men,
having his weakness stronger than the strength of men.
He whose voice thundereth like lightening having arrayed his throne in excellency and power.
He whose paths are filled with pleasantries having his ways filled with peace.
He that contendeth with him having him to conquer him.
He that questioneth him having him to answer him.
He that hardeneth him having him to forgive him.
He that covereth him with light as garment having covered him with light as glory.
He that sitteth upon the heavens, having the earth as his footstool.
He that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, having the inhabitants thereof as grasshoppers.
He that stretcheth out the heavens like a curtain, having spreaded them out as a tent to dwell in.
He that stretcheth out the north over the empty place, having hanged the earth upon nothing.
He that knoweth the deep thoughts of man, having searched the hearts of men.
He that knoweth the end from the beginning, having been in the beginning.
He that turneth the heart of kings at his will, having their hearts in his hand.
He that calleth those things that be not as though they were, having known they were not.
He that founded the earth upon the seas, having established it upon the floods.
He that foundeth the earth by wisdom, having established the heavens by understanding.
He that holdeth the seven golden candlesticks, having walked in the midst of the seven golden candle sticks.
He that walketh upon the wings of the wind, having made the clouds his chariots.
He that maketh his angels spirits, having made his ministers a flaming fire.
He that ruleth the day by the sun having ruled the night by the stars.
He that liveth and was dead having conquered the power of death; and now liveth forever more.
He that weigheth the waters by measure, having straitened the waters by his breadth.
He that layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters, having watered the earth with rain form his chambers.
He that divideth the sea at his will, having the pillars of heaven to tremble at his reproof.
He that shaketh the earth out of her place, having her pillars to tremble at his anger.
He that openeth having no man to closeand closeth having no man to open.
He that created the heavens and the earth, having created the whole universe.
He that doeth great things past finding out, having his wonders without numbers.
He that rideth upon the chariots of fire, having his garments not consumed.
He that breaketh in pieces the horses and his rider, having broken in pieces the chariots and his rider.
He that have the length of days in his right hand, having riches and wisdom in his left hand.
He that have the key of david having been the keyword of knowledge.

Who is this divinity whose mysteries cannot be explained,
neither
His understanding understood by searching,
nor
His ways comprehended by human reasoning;
He is the

I AM THAT I AM.
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Do we notice the finer things in life? The husband's and wives, children that's been conceived! Thou and they are all thou needeth when thy roof springs its leak!

Sick
Wearied
Weak?

Looking in all the wrong places?

Itinerant in the stagnative imagination's
For don't even the mammals haveth a place to stay?

Like the son of man
I haveth no chapel
For this head to consecretly layeth!!!

Dog nights seem more teething!!!!

Vestige of all beauty
You've left that still life post,
Wherein thy mantra's I seeketh the most!!!

The I loveth thou's
And thou more....

Deluge of happiness
Covereth me
Bury me
In atmospheric condition,

Oh man didst thou not mention?
The plaques to ***** it's protract sorrow!!!!

Hath society made materialism
And the dollar sign
Their romantic gesture?

A pity to God
And me!!!!

Mobs of fleas
To calleth what they maketh
MANIFESTED TESTIMONIES!!!!

Wherein the frauds
Fakes
And phonies
Art thy t.v magnate stars!!!!!

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Old poetry
i
youth is your neighbour's Bee
hive wax, candle lights, flickering Flame
lovely sorrounding delicate contours
on a pale gently shaped face

ii
thou eyes still shine with
chesnuts burning flambouyant
charcoals, who can lit Free choice
of will and thoughts of Heart

iii
eclipses of centuries covereth
you, waiting for a Cosmic chariot
to take this moonsoon romance forth
holding the Sky's beau crinoline

iv
I feel wurthering imagination
floating and tearing my passion for You
when Thee become Thou in my deepest
love passion taking chapeau off
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
~
Poet of love and beauty
brandon nagley Jun 2015
This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow

I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room

Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt

I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette

To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....
brandon nagley Jul 2015
Beloved, doth thou hideth secretly in the shadow's?
In the dim, in depression's battle?
Screaming aloft for just something real?

Wanting one for thee to feeleth?
For one to thee to appealeth?
And just giveth thee a phone call or two?

One so true,
Doth thou covereth thine lesion's?
Doth thou changeth in the season's? As winter get's more lonely.

Hidden one, as me doth thou seeith the phonies?
Doth thou just heareth words of matrimony?
Yet none to be ever given!

Lass on amare lane,
As me is thine arm's open?
To not be held the same?

Darling of ocean mountain source
Wherein is thy water's taste and thirst?
That I shalt be complete from.......

Wherein art thou?
                                Hidden one....


©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry....
For noone ... Just writing...
brandon nagley Aug 2015
The pastor saidst to me and mine wife
Til' death doth both of thee part;
So I took mine wife's hand
Her name is lonesomeness so thou knowest;
Down the aisleway we walked
Forever together
Til' death we do part....
As she always covereth mine
Lonesome heart...



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Story of me and lonesomeness getting married lol mine life and fate I guess..
BungeeGum Aug 2018
Thou clock hath reached its twelfth hour and my belly rumbles as if to waketh an angry beast from its slumber

To tame this beast, it seemeth only right that I must consume to cease such devilish pangs of hunger that keepeth the trembles quiver

I telleth mine self, fear not rampant beast, there is a solution to this troublesome problem... we must make haste to thine fridge for there are treasures both man and woman desire....food

Oh curses ! I forgot to doth thine shop for food yesterday, let us hopeth there is  a snack in thine treasure chest

I open thine chest and covereth mine eyes from its blazing light that fills the room , I adjust mine eyes and to no surprise, the chest is exsufflicate, oh curses ! , oh curses ! I scream

I search each shelf of the chest, seeing nothing but milk and some vegtables, unfortunately that wilt not suffice this ever raging beast

Is all hope lost ? Must I attempt survival of thine night with this beast which wilt not alloweth me slumber ?

I dart mine eyes into the cold abyss ; the freezer .... my last hope....

With a yell that would scare the gods , I shouteth , Hoo-rah !, Hoo-rah ! it seemeth I hath Oreo  flavoured Ice Cream that has remained untouched of human hands

I check this valuable piece of treasure, it is full and the fragments of Oreo glisten like the stars that brighten the heavens

The beast wilt cease its rage , for this day lady luck has bestowed her blessings on me...

Note to thyself : On the morrow , thine quest for food will begin...
I tried writing a poem about midnight snacking in Shakespearean/Olde English hope you enjoy

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