"doeth" poems
i.
A Vintage Alfajor necklace
To veil mine sovereign belle;
Betrothed for heaven's comfort
We hath already been through hell.
ii.
Ourn bygone time
Hath strengthened us for forthcoming rapture;
I'll be right next to her, in her allure
No death, forever, happily ever after.
iii.
I'll tryeth daily, tis none maby's
I'll doeth anything, for mine Filipino baby;
As tis I'll maketh her, forget her past
I'll be her bishop, she shalt be mine eternal hourglass.
iv.
As time goeth fast, I mustn't lose the thought
That tommorrow doth not always cometh, we dieth, get lost;
Though she hath found me, I knoweth what being saved mean's
I wilt liveth every day as mine last, and liveth it for mine queen.
v.
So dearest reyna, soulmate, and best friend
When thou doth readeth this, know ourn love shalt not end;
As we both understandeth, this planet is just a passage to the next
We wilt meeteth in this life, and afterward's, pag-ibig at it's best.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou living in pleasure's;
Or materials.
What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou wearing a mask;
Putting on a good smile, screaming inside.
What doth thou doeth in thine spare time?
Doth thou hurt other's;
Taketh to never giveth, getting rich off poor and blind?
What doth thou feeleth dear friend?
Doth thou not realize, wordly pleasure's only last a second;
Until thine end.
What doth thou heareth O man?
The music to loud on thine speaker's;
Blocking out God whilst thou canst?
What art thou drinking oh brother?
Alcohol to dilute thee;
A well from God floweth much better.
Wherein is thine wife O mate?
O thou art not at thine abode;
Cheating again, with a hot date.
Wherein doth thou investeth thine time?
Material's that dissapear, putting loot into stock's and shares;
Loosing thine wordly mind?
Wherein art thy children?
Left all by their self, thy wife not getting help;
Whilst thou hath put them on the dusty shelf.
Doth thou even knoweth where thou art going?
When thine heart's pulse stoppeth;
There's a heaven and hell, beast's in cell's, where thy skin fryeth.
Doth thou taketh thing's for granted?
Living today as if there's another;
Forgot thy sister and brother's, as art purpose here is love.
Didst thou knoweth?
Thine sin's canst be forgiven, with the last day's to thee given;
Wilt thou except the creator's grace? Or turneth away?
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
i.
Mo chuisle, if this specter shalt cease;
Keepeth mine writing's in a chest for safekeep's.
ii.
Mo chuisle, if mine eidolon doth release;
Remember mine amour', please do not weep.
iii.
Mo chuisle, I feeleth soon this heavy flesh shalt succumb;
No tears, no fear's, I am thy chosen one.
iv.
Mo chuisle, I don't knoweth how many more breath's art left;
v.
Though if this is mine last, always remember lass,
I wilt forever loveth thee mine pet, though we hath not met, soon we shalt. Keepeth thine window open so mine spirit canst cometh and goeth freely, to enter in, and cometh out. Thou art not alone, if even thou shalt feeleth it, mine soul is mobile, I'll travel universal-global; I'll doeth all to protect thee mine Asian Noble. A hierarchy of cherub's and seraph's awaiteth me now, I think they needeth me soon, to be a poet in God's room, just looketh high, I'll be aloft the ground. Mas mahal kita Reyna, never forget these word's, they might be mine last, mine sweet Jane, mine soulmate, mine all, mine all of me;
Mine best friend..
Mine other half
Mine life;
Mine wife..........
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
A soft answer turneth
away wrath: but grievous
words stir up anger.
2 The tongue of the wise useth
knowledge aright: but the mouth
of fools poureth out foolishness.
3 The eyes of the Lord are
in every place beholding the evil
and the good.
4 A wholesome tongue is a tree
if life: but perverseness therein is
a breach in the spirit.
5 A fool despiseth his father's
instruction: but he the regardeth
reproof is prudent.
6 In the house of the righteous
is much treasure: but in the
revenues of the wicked is trouble.
7 The lips of the wise disperse
knowledge: but the heart of the
foolish doeth not so.
8 The sacrifice of the wicked
is an abomination to the Lord: but
the prayer of the upright is his delight.
9 The way of the wicked is an
abomination unto the Lord: but
he loveth him that followeth
after righteousness.
10 Correction is grievous unto
him that forsaketh the way: and
he that hateth reproof shall die.
11 Hell and destruction are
before the Lord: how much more
then the hearts of the children of
men?
12 A scorner loveth not one
that reproveth him: neither will he
go unto the wise.
13 A merry heart maketh a
cheerful countenance: but by
sorrow of the heart the spirit is
broken.
14 The heart of them that hath
understanding seeketh knowledge:
but the mouth of fools
feedeth on foolishness.
15 All the days of the afflicted
are evil: but he that is of a merry
heart hath a continual feast.
16 Better is little with the fear
of the Lord than great treasure
and trouble therewith.
17 Better is a dinner of herbs
where love is, than a stalled ox
and hatred therewith.
18 A wrathful man stirreth up
strife: but he that is slow to anger
appeaseth strife.
19 The way of the slothful man
is as an hedge of thorns: but the
way of the righteous is made
plain.
20 A wise son maketh a glad
father: but a foolish man
despiseth his mother.
21 Folly is joy to him that is
destitute of wisdom: but a man of
understanding walketh uprightly.
22 Without counsel purposes
are disappointed: but in the
multitude of counsellors they are
established.
23 A man hath joy by the
answer of his mouth: and a word
spoken in due season, how good
is it!
24 The way of life is above to
the wise, that he may depart from
hell beneath.
25 The Lord will destroy the
house of the proud: but he will
establish the border of the
widow.
26 The thoughts of the wicked
are an abomination to the Lord:
but the words of the pure are
pleasant words.
27 He that is greedy of gain
troubleth his own house; but he
that hateth gifts shall live.
28 The heart of the righteous
studieth to answer: but the
mouth of the wicked poureth out
evil things.
29 The Lord is far from the
wicked: but he heareth the
prayer of the righteous.
30 The light of the eyes rejoiceth
the heart: and a good report
maketh the bones fat.
31 The ear that heareth the
reproof of life abideth among the
wise.
32 He that refuseth instruction
despiseth his own soul: but he
that heareth reproof getteth
understanding.
33 The fear of the Lord is the
instruction of wisdom; and before
honour is humility.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
In spirits;
& games,
these two brothers hath dabbled!
A rose, from the ashes
With song they doeth climb;
Back to "reality" where angels do hide
And angles abide .sharp.
Bards in a game of larp...
They projected to, each others hearts
Upon the
strings
sing
They did
But old as time
Tho both may be
They still are only kids
Love
The "emmoe of emmoes"
They sought only to toast
...
To GOOD TIMES!
O' what good times.
Awaking from
Sleep was sweet.
Tommorrow is a new day.
So don't sleep it away.
...
They would say.
These 2 brothers
And then fly away.
And on that new day...
That came so swift.
The heavens shook violent
And the earth bore a rift
Soaring below
Deep in the caverns walls
Like a flying squirrels
Gliding above the world
Just barely escaping the deadliest
Cliff hits
No worry mates
Just excitement
for the prize below
Where the songs of men and oni
Doeth powerfully flow
And so they bestowed
Light in Shadows.
Decend-id.
Arise & Shine
No longer blind
They soar free
Deeper.
And deeper...
To finally
Reach thee
Seæ
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
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)
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Amid the sky of covered crimson plane
The stormy night begets its wonted reign
And down the sails of battered ships
The golden light of sol doeth set.
Far below the wooden hulls lies
O’ oceans crypt, unknown in depth.
Below the base of beaten ships and
Amid the anglers glow
The luminal aura of Isis shows.
Crystal Night, immaculate sight
Waxing strong her sultry form
Oh how bright her soothing light
A beckon of hope amid the perilous storm.
The captive witness cannot cease
Its ponderous delight of beauties scene.
Of the godless night, in waves
Of tumult and titanic might
Of hellish forces the setians reign.
The sacred goddess of Lucifer’s seed
Rests tall for all to see.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Shaman's see visions of heinous onslaught,
No pormonteaus of buried boon!!!
Priests and rabbis lick thine clothe,
Ebbing closer to emptied rooms!!!
Young girls and boys burlesque in their costumes,
Mother and father do buck,
Living in hell in thine own living room,
Fast lives, cars and trucks!
Aphrodisiacs they put in their vein,
Tears dry the carpets,
Entertainers dance in thy rain,
Moribund, still a lonesome carcass!!!
Covetednous, they've made as their gods,
Fast foods, no life,
Intimance gone!!!!
A band to wear with crested jewels,
Yet what art they with no meaning?
Say thy affiance all that thou wilt,
Still stuck in the land of the dreaming!!!!
Mutagens and fabricators to selves,
Clouds come with no pour down,
The poor line the street for the corner spells,
Doeth you giveth them love?
Or throw them in cells?
Devotee to Christ,
Hath thou given advice?
Yet still taketh not thy own?
Your bloods spilt to the mass of drules,
Still dont want to be alone!!!
Trammels your in,
In trammels you'll sin,
In trammels you will die or awake once again!!!!
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
I bet Bilbo Baggins
Would laugh at the self-proclaimed;
tragic-melodramatic
Ass-backwards actors
Who proclaim with a loud verse
Recited, and well-rehearsed
But in secret their hearts doeth curse
The Creator; of Universe.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
**Ps 1:1 ¶ Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. {ungodly: or, wicked}
2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. {wither: Heb. fade}
4 ¶ The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.
5 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.
6 For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.**
(King James Version)
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC
Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels and have not love,
I am become as sounding brass or a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge,
and though I have all faith so that I could remove mountains, and have not love,
I am nothing.
And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor,
and though I give up my body to be burned and have not love,
it profiteth me nothing.
Love suffereth long and is kind.
Love envieth not.
Love vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doeth not behave itself unseemly.
Seeketh not her own.
Is not easily provoked.
Thinketh no evil.
Rejoiceth not in inequity, but rejoiceth in the truth.
Beareth all things.
Believeth all things.
Hopeth all things.
Endureth all things.
Love never fails.
But where there be prophecies they shall fail,
whether there be tongues, they shall cease,
whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
For we know in part, and we prophesy in part,
but when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.
When I was a child I spake as a child,
I understood as a child, I thought as a child,
but when I became a man I put away childish things.
For now we see though a glass darkly, but then face to face.
Now I know in part, but then shall I know even also as I am known.
And now abideth faith, hope, love: these three, but the greatest of these is love.
1 Cor. 13
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
i.
Cometh closer rayna, into mine sight
I gaveth mine last exhalation, in the middle of the night;
Do not be frightened, do not fright,
I'm lively, beyond the grave, thus once burdened, as a man an slave.
ii.
Cometh here rayna, into mine glow
Looketh at mine hand's, Into mine soul;
I knoweth we couldst not meeteth, in the world of the living,
But now I am here,spiritually breathing.
iii.
Cometh here rayna, looketh at mine new regalia
I've met kin, with a thousand friends, we chat amongst azaleas;
Heaven tis real, more than thou couldst imagine
I'll meeteth thee there, thou canst stroke mine hair,
No more devil's, worldlies, or tormenting dragon's.
iv.
Cometh closer mi amour', mine poetry is the door
That thou shalt findeth me; I won't be lost- readeth between the lines of mine stanza's, that's where I shalt be.
I'll be looking down upon thou, before thine own dying breath's, Jane, O' mine whole, O' mine Rayna, we'll meet again someday;
Please weareth the honey yellow dress. Do not be mad at God, for he needed me home. Soon mine love, soon mine dove, we shalt reside in a place I picked covered in heavenly gold, a view to calleth ourn abode. Doeth good whilst I'm away, loveth one another, this is ourn creator's message, I wilt sendeth thee blessing's, just continue to loveth thy sister's and brother's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Snapping and cracking it moves with a clink
jibbering and jabbering beneath the kitchen sink
It backs up the pipes with stagnant decay
reeking and stinking all through the day
Exhaling self-loathing, skin milky and pale
demoniac from twisted tongue to forked tail
Feasting upon rats it swallows them whole
a creature mischievous, bloodthirsty and cold
He devours Halloweeners, then all their sweets
surprising passing strangers by yanking their feet -
"I'll yoink your tootsies, tickle your toes
then what next, uh oh who knows?!"
Last Christmas it blinded the neighbours so they couldn't see
burnt the decorations and shat under their tree
The poor little children waking up that following dawn
to bits of their grandparents spread across the lawn -
Oh I can't sleep, scared of my own home
sick of being stuck with this thing all on my own
People are dead and my moral passions to blame
my inability to **** has caused all this pain
So tonight when it crawls from its slumber, I'll be there with my gun
Oh come my sweet little demon, let's have some fun!
- The Wingle Wangle Song -
"Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail
Is a wicked little fairy -
bloodshot eyes, a grimy disguise
he doeth not scare me
Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail
Bathes in sweat and cold blood -
Sneaks into homes, steals people's bones
Separates the bad from the good
Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail
Roams all night, sleeps all day -
A blighter joyous and macabre
so happy and gay
Wingle Wangle Wyrmtail
you may dance to all the children's cries -
but beware Wingle Wangle
within a barrel lies your demise."
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
One day after walking one day
The middle of March
I spied a young lady
Who drew first a spark
Later that night
She held out a hand
(I held on tight)
She caressed my back (and said)
“It’ll all be alright,
“you’re still here now
“that’s all that counts.
Replied ‘yea but’
“Thas all that counts”
In the restless night I’ve known
The restless poet who has sown
His vagabondish sheet
From cradle to street
What a sight for sore eyes
The mail that cuts is own lies (eyes)
Lies lies lies lies lies (eyes)
He lies (lays)
But doesn’t sleep
The cuckoo bird, well,
Doeth cheep
Or nightingale
Or owl
Which bears a ***** scowl
‘in the forests of the night’
Blakenly defying
“It’ll all be alright”
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:46 PM UTC
Blessed is the man that
walketh not in the counsel of
the ungodly, nor standeth in the
way of sinners, nor sitteth in the
seat of the scornful.
2 But his delight is in the law of
the Lord; and in his law doth he
meditate day and night.
3 And he shall be like a tree
planted by the rivers of water,
that bringeth forth his furit in his
season; his leaf also shall not
wither; and whatsoever he doeth
shall prosper.
4 The ungodly are not so: but
are like the chaff which the wind
driveth away.
5 Therefore the ungodly shall
not stand in the judgment, nor
sinners in the congregation of the
righteous.
6 For the Lord knoweth the
way of the righteous: but the way
of the ungodly shall perish.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:06 AM 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
My heart doeth protest too much
I used her as a crutch.
She fades away...
In shades of grey;
My heart now turns to black.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
I need me a spirit, a human soul,
Somebody my body to keep,
to lay down beside me, and rock-a-by softly,
as I fail to drift off to sleep,
to sing me a lullaby, gentle, yet pure,
of promises kept in the night,
for my mind it doeth wander to terrible places,
where love turns to anger and spite.
Maria, if you’d be so bold,
as to tell me a story of old,
a fantasy fairytale of true love’s triumph,
over anguish of hearts grown cold.
If left to my daemons, my madness draws near'r,
‘till belatedly morning arrives,
a new day of promise, yet I barely notice,
perpetual sleep in my eyes…
Maria, if you could conceive,
a story for mine ears, to weave,
a fantasy fairytale of “love conquers all”,
Like the ones that I used to believe…
Dan Bryce
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
She asked me last night
How many poems doth thou doeth rey?
I told her in a cocky attitude
I don't know reina
I doeth alot
It's mine life
I'm aspiring to push mine work
As I do knoweth,
It's better to push mine writings
Than to push the dope I used to...
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
A slithering snake;
Afraid in the grass.
On his belly he wriggles;
But can't take a step back.
The rodent has sniffled
Where doeth he belong?
Suddenly swooping ;
An awe-inspiring Owl from heaven swoops down;
to Save.
But the prey is afraid.
There's no grey;
in lifes laid. Be very afraid. Be very... afraid.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Bungalow bunkie,
Doth thou awaken or sleep to thy dust you accumulate?
Captious are one's these slothful ciggarrete nights!!!
Electrolight,
Come near that I may feel warmth,
As a child in early birth I seek forane high class milk,
Footlights on stilts do the the actors take high position!!
Not seeking the inefficient,
But the tower of Babel gone lost!!!!
Injurious kirtles are kinless,
Thy best friend is now friend less,
Due to thine own kindness!!!!
Lamb-kin darling,
Canst thou lance these burns to cuts?
For what's missing in the soot?
Lamenting chalice...
A king and a queens palace I'll die to live in,
For a smile and a grin cannot be weighed!!!
Hay/fever will take the fidelity of what's polite!!!
Damoclean of wintergreen,
Do you flatter by ones self?
Or doth thou Get help from dandering blotters!!!!
Intimate plotters of murderer's and lost hopes fun!!!
Chatoyant skin doeth I wish to feel once,
Where thy stage is real_,
No stunts!!!!!
Just reality of cavern lathered seducing!!!!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
Taker,
Take openly thou fool of non-fruited spirit!!!
Consecrator of pulse feelings,
Registrator of knighted dealings!!!!
Thy commitment to one means nothing,
Yet something means something to all who know no commandment,
Abandonment,
Surely runs across the express of adherance!!!
Longetivities lost hut is overly done,
Nothing is won't If you lost the poker skilled bet!!!
Doeth thou as so much as care yet?
Dont throw in all thy chips,
Manipulator of long finger nailed strips!!!
The newsboy doth not show around these ways,
No news,
All new-fangled misgivers,
Mischief singers misdirect all pity platoons!!!
Thy twin glossed repugnance is caught quietly,
Piece by piece,
You string up the earth to the next distant crescent!!!
Proprietor,
What shall thou propose?
Art thou the puppet played bafoon?
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
WHEN I LEAVE THIS WORLD; I DON'T WANT TO FEEL SAD. SINCE I'LL BE GOING TO MEET THE LORD, THIS WILL MAKE ME GLAD.
SINCE I HAD A FULFILLING LIFE, IT WOULDN'T BOTHER ME IF I LEFT. I WANT LOVE TO SURROUND ME, AND EVERYWHERE MAY IT BE FELT.
WHEN I LEAVE THIS WORLD; RESIST BRINGING SADNESS AROUND. I SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE, KEEPING YOU FROM WEARING A FROWN.
PLEASE COME AROUND WITH SOMETHING VERY FUNNY. THIS WILL REALLY MAKE ME LAUGH, SOMETHING WORTH MORE THAN ANY MONEY.
THE BIBLE SAYS, "A MERRY HEART DOETH GOOD LIKE A MEDICINE," SO GIVE ME WHAT I NEED. I WANT YOU TO ALWAYS REMEMBER, YOU HAVE DONE A GREAT DEED!
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
How can I follow,
A title so hallowed?
Pushed down-low
To the gravel.
Spirits
Play well
&
They dabble
In the heat-of-the-battle
Caged, yes
But still I will rattle
Scream and shout
Till the cattle
Stampede
Through the quill
I doeth bleed
Wanted not of this need
Twas the tree of the seed
That conformed me to greed
Wicked webs "they" will weave
With this thought
I now leave
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC