"figuration" poems
i.
Mine doting of thou,
Is not wilting amour;
Mine love is more
Then floating, outside
Thy door.
ii.
Even in mine woe,
And caging dolor;
I shouteth thy name,
"Sweet jane' mine girl.
iii.
Whilst even in mine
Suffering, and the
Battle I'm in; with
Satan and his lackey's,
I wilt step upon them.
With thy help, and God's
Discipline, Jane O' Jane,
I'll soareth to the highest
Apex, mine plume's to expand,
Wing's to stretch; Yahweh's mighty
Word, to push them back to the gates of death.
iv.
So mine Jane,
I telleth thou this;
I'm not losing amour,
Nor am I tenderness.
I'm in the stage, of trans-
Figuration, O' soon queen,
We shalt meet in blissfulness,
Beautiful apparition's. Ghost's of
Old, ancient soul's, we'll tasteth
Cascade's of mezmerdade; bralishas
Of barinthia, thitherward the province of
Ourn holy one, next to El Shaddai, meaning
Elohim, also Jehovah, mine Jane and honey-
Bee. Aside the Almighty's throne, And elevated
Seat, his son Jesus Christ on the right- garbed
In robes that floweth with the vim of life. As there
Shalt be none need for the sun or moon, the creator's
Ourn light. A place that's right, wherein there art none wrong's,
Ourn sin's art forgotten within the angelic song's, these song's wilt be sung, on a basis of eternity; none ending, just befriending of the saint's at God's feet. Wisdom shalt be deep, from the beginning of ages, none more false prophet's nor greedy men to ruin the nation's, Concord within ourn Lord shalt follow the month's, as Jane, mine swain, it wilt be in this time's happening;
It's still thee I shalt want. So hold on tightly, don't let loose of mine hand, we'll trounce these dark bearers, and pour holy oil upon their head's, None more wilt they torture us, as they'll flee instead, before of ourn Lord, Jesus Christ, the risen, the man, the son of God, ourn protection, whom hath arisen from the dead.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 9:39 PM UTC
Love’s Lexicon
I must make a new vocabulary.
My dear, the words I’ve used in those
Over and over descriptions, signifying all you are,
Are well and past their sell-by-date, should
End their shelf-life here and now. No longer can I
Form their letters truly without knowing well
I test love’s patience . . . and your own.
So in desperation’s way
I adopt a different lexicon
Offer you, my love,
a fresh taxonomy.
*concave the slapp
pressure inbuilt
evenly glassed
held held holdingnow
but ambulatory
moons at full stretch
figuration tempering
notonce twicemore
pressure wieghedupon
beyond breath’s exhale
membraneous goldening
frecklation the hands’ fastness
eyerich sightedkeen here
gone awaygone away
bodystretched senticle
smoooth*
A Proper Poem
Poised to conjure music
from the nothing air, and
with only some frivolous
verse to guide me,
I rest momentarily
to watch the screen of my mind
show your dear self to me:
the sweet flow of your body
uncovered in the shower;
that dance of choosing clothes
and dressing. I have sometimes
watched and wondered,
wondered that you could be
quite as you are.
So precious in my sight,
so very precious.
Water’s Kiss
I shall only write you
very short poems of love
so you can taste them
in one gulp as you might
from a Highland stream
unpolluted, soft,
peat -filtered, cold,
and bubbled with air
from falling across stones
into your cupped hand.
My love, bring now
this water’s kiss
to your waiting lips.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Miscommunication, dislocation, and the dumb
underestimating figuration, makes me numb
stagnant fluctuation, indication that I'm done
confusion, complication, confrontation, have i won?
Over powered, under fueled, restless worries scar
anger, enemies, fear and pain, never will be far
Procrastination, contemplation, the dying and the dead
These thoughts are overflowing, never going from my head
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
Trans
Lucent/Soul
Exude inner Glow
You are unique, endangered
You know
Love
Trans
Parent/Soul
Shine
You are kind / one of a kind
(Even inside
Don't cry)
There're none
Like you, who
Love
Although
Trans/ient
A Fish-Sparrow
Elsewhere here
After/
Glow.
Trans
Migration
Ocean sky space void
Lo & behold...
More than girl or boy
Trans
Figuration
Of choice
Freely
Lovely
Of souls... Go
A star of the nights
Trans/
Formation
Explode!
Supernova brilliance
Beyond
Transience
In Betweens
Life you've known ?
You go girl/oh boy....
Fish/sparrow
Sparrow/fish
New Soul
( Oh joy....wish. )
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 6:35 PM UTC
wich theoretical phycisist can explain the phenomena of our intertwined souls?
perfectly interlaced and weaved together
our bonds are eternal and cannot shatter
this pathetic figuration remains fettered to yours
our lips are writhing twins, forever enslaved to oneanother
let us dream together and sleep until the divine putrefaction occurs
and we are free to roam the endless abstractions of space...
together
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
*Discouraged, I silently wait-
Anticipate the cultivation
of a new surrogate
slowly weighing down
the corporate weights
Generations have died
We need not new worshipers-
Though we preach and preach
of new ways of life
The articulation of a stealthy
misguided population
Rooted deviously within our realm
Subliminal dis-figuration
is cognitively calloused
Deeply punctured inside
the root of our thickly stems-
This, the way of the world
The capital effect
Leaves one hungry, starving-
and dastardly thirsting for more
A consumerist mind-set
Correlates abruptly
with this generation of
"non-thoughtful thinkers"
Consumption of supply
Regurgitating of demand
Are we senseless-
Or just sensible
in cultivating this disheveled war
on our possessions
possessing the rights of man?
Are we grasping at this
misconceived dream
That we can live long and dream
the dreams we feel we're destined
to achieve?
We are the result of the
reality we create and strive
to be
Don't be a commercial-
Be your own documentary
© 2014 Christina Jackson*
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
i.
a lifejacket that small
my answer
is no
ii.
no
has one
eye
iii.
god is coming to touch your foot
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC