"haveth" poems
i.
mo chroí, do not dismay, we art not chained global slave's, as tis
We art ourn father God's chosen; we need to bringeth hope to those lost, wearied and broken.
ii.
mo bhanríon, these stanza's art ourn song's, ourn voices shalt carry on, as peach-faced lovebird's in the dawn;
iii.
a chuisle mo chroí, holdeth me closer, embrace mine visage, we must be Argus-eyed, in the coming soon explosional shock, for this terrace of dirt shalt shaketh as rock's, back to the sand- dusted, eleven-fifty-nine's on the clock;
iv.
We were created together, verily for this reason, to emit forgiveness and compassion, if even for one planetary season; also we were generated distances ago, then we were soulmates as still now- though then at that time, thou didst not know. I weaved intimately in and back out of thy soul, thine past spirit memory faded, before now I was thy king and thy whole. When we were sent to earth to taketh human form, ourn affections from kingdom's ago were forgotten and mourned, though tis mine lass when I saweth thee again, I kneweth thou were me, as tis I'm thee mine sweet, mine Jane, mine best friend. So now that I haveth thee again, back Into mine reach; we'll spend eternity with the saint's, well learn together, and we shalt teach......
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose ) dedication
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
The demon scratches me
I bite him back
The demon pushes me
I spit in his face with a smack
The demon taunts me
I calleth him out by name
They hate their name called
Don't wanna be recognized for the flame
The demon shows false affections
I giveth him hate
The demons a smiler as he latches to me
I'll kick him to hells gate
The demons find me downtimes
Though with God I shalt win
Demons love misery
To seeith one in sin
Demons are smelly
Like all the dump trucks on the earth
Times ten
Demons haveth enemies
They hate even their own kind
They haveth none kin
Demons haveth a date
With Satan in the fire
They'll turn thou on with lust
For thou they do admire
Demons hast hurt me
They've tried to bring me to mine death
Soo many health issues
I know tis not me
Them
The demons hast entered mine family
From the lives we didst choose!
They entered by portals
Between good and bad souls
They came and come as orbs
Spirtual energy
Trapped to a distance
God won't let them get to close to me
They always want more
They show themselves now and then
They'll portray themselves as good souls
Wherein its all pretend
The demons speaketh in mine bathroom
They hide out in the closets
Parched behind mine bedroom wardrobe
Spies as I sleepeth
They want mine bright soul
It's full of massive glowing energy
They know it as I'm told
So to bad because their not me
They made a big mistake
Turning away from God
Now their outcast losers
Fate of hell and grud!!
They'll soon be in chains and shackles
So they cause pain now whilst here on earth
They come in all shapes and sizes as I've heard from many others
Psychics
Life after death (experiences)
And from preachers
Pastors and others
They come large
Small
Animal like
Mauled
They come stinky
Scaly
Nothing thou shalt imagine
Couldn't fathom
Their everywhere
City streets
Malls
Gyms
Stalls
Homes
Air
First heaven
Second heaven
Hell
Everywhere
Yet these demons cannot taketh me
They knoweth I'm gods light
So demon get hence from me....
Go burn in thine own fright!!!!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
I miss mine homie,
Who in the world's name is homie? One mayeth ask.....
Well homie
Is mine old German Shepherd.....
Dad named him that
Funny yes I know.... Long story ....
And though I haveth many Angel's here on earth......
Homie,
Was mine true pet angel....
He always watched out for me when I was around nine years old.
And when one day,
At mine birthday party...
Mine friends tried to be OK with homie,
As me and homie were soulmates friend and being wise...
So mine friend's tried to feed homie through his fence hotdogs,
Like I did with no problem...
And mine old buddy Danny found out.
Homie didn't eat hot dog's
Unless I Gaveth them to him ....
Me, his best friend and soulmate!
Fed them to him....
As I saw homie ready to rip Danny's hand off...
I just chuckled and told homie...
Down boy down...
Homie always listened...
He was mine soulmate....
My do I miss mine homie...
As I remembered one day coming home from school...
Mum picking me up from that young learning center,
She said son I got something to tell thee,
On the way home...
(Yes mum)
I said...
Well,
Homie died
I found him whilst thou was at school son...
( said mum)
I couldn't say nothing
I think I just said really?
As mum told me
He was found in his doghouse
Curled up
Dead.....
I questioned her?
Where is he mother?
Wherein did thou layeth his body mum?
I asked....
She told me she had taken him to some place about fifteen minutes away,
And buried him in some wood's....
I wasn't angry with her.
Nor even father,
I was hurt because I didint get to see his body...
I was hurt because I told mother and father all the time...
Bring him INSIDE!!!!!!
When it got cold...
As I remember it was cold
And snowing when he died........
Yes I understood homie was a big dog
And couldst be a little wild at times....
Though we had a basement
With rooms in that basement
And couldst haveth put a cage down there....
So I felt horrible I didint just bring him in
Even though they thought it was fine to stay outside
During winter......
Mum thought he was poisoned
By someone putting something in his food....
My opinion is he died alone,
When I was gone,
And froze to death....
Don't like thinking of it...
I just miss him to mine soul!!!!!!!!!
I forgive mum and dad not angry,
Just canst waiteth to see mine angel again...
R.I.P homie baby boy...
See you in heaven (:
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
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!!!!!
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 6:17 PM UTC
i.
Through ourn year's
Through ourn year's;
Beyond death mine love.
ii.
When thing's
Get bad;
And day's get tough.
iii.
It's already been
(Thirty) twenty-four hours;
Happy one month anniversary, Filipino flower.
iv.
I looketh ahead
To eternity's bed;
With ourn plume's to toucheth, garbing ourn head's.
v.
How fortunate I am
O' how privileged I am;
To haveth mine queen, the one of mine dream's, a gem in hand.
(HAPPY 1st anniversary Queen Earl Jane nagley)
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/ 30 day anniversary
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
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
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
I'd rather be
Poor in this world
With mine queen;
Then haveth all the material's
That meaneth nothing,
In a world sinful, and unclean.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
Mine Filipino rose
For thee I shalt;
Be tossed inside the
The Brazen Bull;
Until mine inside's art crisp.
Be impaled
On wood;
Mine head planted on a stick.
Be crucified
Mine hand's nailed;
Thorn's upon mine top.
A Lead Sprinkler
To sprinkle lava;
In mine throat lost.
An Iron Maiden
To taketh the metal;
Inside mine liver.
Coffin Torture
To let the crow's;
Pecketh at the splinter's.
A thumbscrew
To snap me as twigs;
As mercy I yelleth.
Rope torture
To leaveth me exposed;
To hell and the element's.
The Guillotine
As mine head falleth;
Into oldened basket.
The Rack
As mine shoulder's wilt bust;
Twisting mine bracket's.
Tongue Tearer
To knot mine tongue;
And rip it at the seam's.
The Rat Torture
As mine interior wouldst be ripped;
Rat's burrowing inside me, scream's.
The chair of torture
As edge's impale mine spine;
Hellion seating.
Cement Shoes
In the bottom of the sea;
Wherein noone canst heareth me.
Crocodile Shears
To gut me as a fish;
Reptilian grip's.
The Breaking Wheel
Wherein mine limb's art tied up to spokes, hammered by devil's;
I crack, Snapple, pop, as mine bones elongate, mine blood chokes.
Sitting on the Spanish Donkey
Mine carrion torn in twain;
As heaven canst feeleth mine pain, for thee I'd screameth again.
Saw Torture
As tis the razor's edge wouldst goeth through mine abdomen;
Evil bastard's shalt cut me, as I'm praying amen, just to DIETH.
Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered
It sais it all in the verse;
For thee I'd haveth all this done mine queen, for thee to liveth.......
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Such an abatement of voices creep sparingly, verily I tell you, they shall be accrue in the mornings dew!!
Acquaint me on mine wrongs, thank me for mine songs I subdue!!!
They are just registry's of what's real and what's not!!!!
Must you haveth natural air to breathe? Annotater of annunuity. Apprentice fakes overtake innocent babies where the unnatural scabies infest the freshest of human skins.
Carrouse all your symptoms away. You leader, you fearer, you murderer by day!!!
Your one charitable cent gives to noone, for someone in thy heavens watches your do's and donts!!!!
Sure you won't infest beyond breed. You striver to succeed, your alive today aren't thou?
Grant it, you don't look it....
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
O' Earl Jane nagley
For thee;
I shalt.
Be keelhauled
Tied to a rope;
With mine flesh torn off, for thee to be happy.
I shalt haveth mine head chopped off
By a two man blade saw;
Mine top flopping into the basket.
I shalt taketh the head crusher
Where mine eye's pop, mine teeth chatter;
As mine bone's caveth in on me.
Squeezed, I shalt be
Into the iron maiden;
Spike's pushing to mine organ's, cruor to paint the town.
Mine rose, I shalt be staked for day's
Hot coal's to light the wood ablazed;
As the crowd's watching mine agony.
Mine angel, around the wheel
I shalt spin, joint's ripped, leg's to bend;
Humiliation to maketh me a mockery as I moan.
O' Earl Jane nagley
Seashore Scaphism wouldst erode me;
As the summer putrid shalt burn me, as insect's feast their table.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©,Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
Elsa,
This is a tribute to thee
If it wasn't for thyself helping me
I don't knoweth where I'd be!!!!
See everyone,
If it wasn't for elsa angelica sharing all mine works
Since I first came here,
I'd be a nobody poet!!!!
But out of her angel unearthly ways
She's madeth me a star for the hopeless!!!!
She's given us all a light
As tis lately she's been down and feels no worth,
Everyone should write elsa
And showeth her she's a poetic angel of gods work!!!
She wasn't sculpted here by mere creatures
The stars of ourn creator madeth her to be,
She's not any of us!!!
Canst thou see?
don't thou seeith?
She's been here for all of us,
Especially me....
She's a king's fantasy
And every real man's dream!!!
She may haveth her haters
Yet don't we all!!!
Yet we need to remind her
She's a seraphim we look to for her love...
Though she's struggling much
Why else art we here?
To help one another
As we shalt help her in these evil year's....
Giveth her notice,
Because angels cometh and goeth
She's a friend here to so many
As her affections to us she showeth...
She's an astronaut cherub from her moon
Yet she shalt return soon.
So whilst she's here HP,
Showeth her love
Respect,
And let her know she's a true queen!!!!!
And she doesn't feel so beautiful inside
So I make a command to tell her different,
Because she's fulfilled all of ourn happiness
She's the serpahim of poet's wishes.
( this is a thank you elsa) when I first got here you showed all me work to the world)
If it wasn't for you alot of us would be nothing!!!!!
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I seeith soo many Wisemen here
Yet doth thou follow thine own teaching?
I seeith soo many lovers here
Yet doth thou showeth that other half love?
I seeith soo many hurt ones here
Yet doth thou not know somebody loveth thou?
I seeith soo much hate here
Yet doth thou knoweth loves the answer?
I seeith soo much cutting another down here
Yet doth thou even want to listen to one? Not just heareth!!!
I seeith soo many complaints here
Yet doth thou tryeth to do anything about it?
I seeith so much shame here
Doth thou not knoweth God forgiveth all?
I seeith soo much guilt here
We only haveth today,
Not tommorrow reader of awee.
I seeith soo much
Yet soo little truthful love
I seeith
Through a prophetic crystal ball!!!
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Just beyond the albatross
Skyloft the ghost's;
And mine woe's to dissapear
For one to be here for me, an angelic host.
She'll be a superlative dogma
Of man's fortune and fame;
Mobilizing me by her **** call
Again and again.
Cometh over here "boy"
She doth sayeth, as she doth none wrong;
Ill write all mine poems for her
And turneth them into song's.
And whilst I sing mine song's for her
She shalt savor ourn Shakespearian night;
Like two unruly children we'll becometh
Leaving this place all behind.
Being **** to ournselves
Open for all to believe;
That ourn amour' is true
As tis we'll dance on the sea's.
And whilst dancing the seaside
Losing ourn throat's;
From all the laughter we shalt haveth
Making love in front of the ghost's..
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
Love is forgiving
Forgiving is love
Both
Tis love!!!
And if thou doth not haveth forgiveness with love
Than thou doth not haveth love in forgiveness!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
Spanish eyes
Spanish legs
Spanish mind
Spanish bred
Spanish tongue
Created slathered
Spanish wonder
Spanish alter
Spanish skin
Spanish kin
Spanish kids
We shalt haveth them
Spanish strands
Darkened musk
**** sweet
Sweet as moonbeam lust
Spanish house
Casa ourn home
Spanish pensamientos
Spanish dieta
Spanish she is
Spanish overtaketh me
Soo hott!!!
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
When the dawn peaks between the orphan clouds
This soul descend's to the contemplation
I haveth nil to waketh to!!!
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
Nation of man, ye mortal kings, boast
Most high on synthetic thrones. 'Men of nation,
Freedom named; abundance in pleasures, for obedience
To law: Let loose thy tongue, blood be spent,
In name of law, Freedom reigns.'
With heavenly thunder, Father; King of kings,
Thus opposed. 'Blinded by immoral desires,
Haveth forgot thou Master? Thou Creator? Speak of freedom,
As if a god, depart from I, rewarded not!'
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 9:50 AM UTC
Dear grave keeper if today mine heart is to expire
Telleth mine mi amour'
I haveth a hundred more poems for her in the top drawer,
By the Cologne and incense attire...
Dear grave digger if today mine soul doth leave
Please telleth me amare
I was always there
Tis for her in heaven ill be watching
As tis mine love for her wilt forever be...
Dear midnight caretaker if right now mine skin frails
Telleth mine rose
Mine love was unlike any she's known
For she doth knoweth
It was on a different scale.....
Dear mortician if mine eye's do close
Tell her I wanted to marry her
And us to be adorned
In angel form
And black and white robes
Dear undertaker if this is the last time I writeth
Please telleth mine Spanish queen
She was mine dream,
Reality,
Amare
Amour
Mine only girl
Please telleth her sir.....
To meet me again
In that same cloud
The one around her moon...
On cloud number nine
In ourn special room.. .
Canst thou telleth for me sir. ???
Thanks...
Brandon cory nagley .....
© Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
Poetic,
Thy beak can speak words of sensual charm,
But canst thou speak of what's to cometh?
Poetic,
Thy words do flow and run,
As a waterfall, tumbling hummus!!
Poetic,
Thou canst shape lives by thy wittled crippled fingers,
Yet canst thou show thy action? Like thy hero's and singers?
Poetic,
Thou canst bringeth life to thy surroundings,or death to thy foes,
Yet wilt thou giveth all thou haveth from thy back? Or steal poor men's troves!!!
Poetic,
Thineself can waketh one to splendor,or putteth them to sleep,
But cans't thou heareth them? Rub their bones when their weak?
Poetic
Poetress
Poets
Tis I do believe!!
With thy words,
Thine self could make seeds to eternal beautitude,
Or everlasting damnation!!!!
I'm a stoic,
For mine words art mine action's!!!
Art thy own?
Poetic.....
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
Antrorse are these two stretched hands! Parched unto the atmosphere, colorful stratosphere dimmed, yet not darkened yet!
Burgonet feelings are quite openly. Outspokingly disgraceful. Some wear marvels, others turned disgraceful.. How distasteful!!!
Burlap past times and I'm still knitted in, wherein memories are the remembrance of a past who maketh thou to be thou. Buskin druid....
Flustering is soo highly overtaken, for thine innards goes outdated, as prayers are daily struggles. Mixed and ruffled, as the freckles to ones current displace..
Foxfire flame can be seen in hidden oaks, wherein thou art clogged by forest smoke, yet/ made by thine own destructions... Rich haveth luncheons, as schooltime sells cheap embargo's!!!renew tomorrow!!!!
Icterus slumbering dots have taken the whole!!!while t.v rots thy soul, the news comes day in day out!!! All the same but worse!!!!battle dispersed!!!
Indign I am to past the pearly gates! For to early or to late, its better to make it in than not!!!!
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 8:22 PM UTC
I haveth
Affection
Appreciation
Devotion
Emotion
Fondness
Friendship
Kinship
Passion
Respect
Taste
Tenderness
Plentiness
Romance
Allegiance
Rapture
Inclination
Benevolence
Soul innocence
Spirit remembrance
Cherishing
Delight
Attachment
Love
Amare
AMOUR'
No cares
Free of this world
Free from fear
All these
When mine queen Elsa is near!
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Ravenous as sly dog
Avid upon the street level
Seeking annuity
Smells of the sensual
Languishing wanting
Vintage yearnings
Come greeteth me to mine death
Take the blade from among mine neck
As the flow is decorated with turquoise shield
For wherein's the real?
Of Shakespherian romance
Tired of the same old play,
As some tis say
Broke by night
Released by day
FRINGED hair cometh out
A smile I couldst say that I haveth
But truly a lie it shalt be
When shalt one giveth their all
To loveth all of me?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 11:45 PM UTC
i
Dearest Mina, just wanted to thank thee mine friend
Thou hath been here for me all day, wherein I feeleth an end;
Dearest Mina, thou art a fluorescent lamp to other's, though dealing with thine own stresses, thou art a being of all blessing's.
ii
Dearest Mina, wanna know the reason why I pushed thy work when thou first joined h.p? Because I hath seen a burning lamp in thou soo quiet yet so free, and I let all other's seeith the shining that thou doth give, so now thou canst smile and be happy at this.
iii
Dearest Mina, from the land of old Persia (Iran), countries an ourn leaders don't seperate us, let the leader's haveth their own demands, because it doesn't matter Mina upon ourn skin color or background belief, because thou was sent here, by God to h.p.
iv
Dearest Mina, continue to pass the one's of hatred, giving them thy glance of love and patience, and let not the world phase thou, over cometh them with laughter, liveth thy poetry ever after, stayeth strong in thy times of disaster, and pray if thou forget's.
v
Mina, dearest friend of mine, any poet's sunshine, an extraterrestrial of the divine, a spirit of sublime, a chariot of the high, a soulful one to me when I'm in need, thou giveth me hope, at times I bleed, and when I bleed, I always knoweth, thou art by.
Just a thanking to thee
Mina,
Friend of mine....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Mina friendship dedication
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
The new city
I await to be ascended
For hath we planted or vented
The bullets we pile upon mounds?
Wherein creation dumbs down!!!
To mammal inferiors!!!
For God is superior
Haveth we lost that translation?
Wherein the cities
And nations
Hath become their own diety!!!
Spewing mouths
Canst hardly be fed
Wherein the living amongst the dead
Are non-compassionate!!!
Loosen
Or fasten it
Thy belts likely to come unmanaged
Where's the advantage
In the hate thou war among another?
Sister and brother!!
Hath thou forgotten thy kin?
For thou lost all
Nothing!!!!
Is it thee that shalt win?
Thee greedy of new-aged Noah's generation!!!
Is it fornications
Ability
Of **** and ***********
To liken thine senses?
For where art thy lenses?
Thou Freemasons of mother earth!!!
For its thy curse
Thou hast brought
Amongst thy children
Thy diaries
Art thy legacies!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 8:35 AM UTC
Who art thou
to pass judgment so?
Harsh and unthoughtful,
what do ye know?
I have wiped
the tears you gave.
Gods ye are, if
live by thine name.
For dishonor
is what you are mourning.
While it is her name I
set on mine lips each morning.
Haveth you not,
Created ample distance?
Haveth I, the fool
not displayed resistance?
Cursed are ye,
in blessed disguises.
Ye, who laugheth at
thine Ungodly surprises.
Why? I needeth ask
why must i be subjected?
To these plays of
Satan your mate-in-bed.
Blind me, ye Cruel Ones,
for I, if ever stray,
thine throats shall
be mine prey.
Pariahs, Messiahs,
will not deliver.
The Absolution of thine name
as your hatred I shall utter.
Giveth my beloved,
surrender her unto me.
Unless thine aim,
is to faceth a lover's fury.
Throw, I pray, throw
thine jests Earthways.
But then watch me at mine death,
when I climb your celestial pathways.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:56 AM UTC