"heavensent" poems
i.
Elated, I'm afar from the aqua sphere beneath mine toe's,
I've been taken up by flight, an angel in the night;
A woman, a queen, a mystical paranormal beam,
God heard mine weeping, and with her he sent,
She dried mine Tear's clean.
ii.
I sniveled for eon's, with none hopeful lover's future
Mine joint's were weak, from the lack of nutritional feature's;
At mine lowest point, after imploring mine lord for help,
He sent me mine other half, Earl Jane Nagley, an Asiatic path,
Mine beloved, mine darling, mine seraphic helper.
iii.
I found wholeness, the other purpose to mine sustenance,
She's not for sale, she's not a slave, she's a cherub; not some anecdotal tale. She's not one to taketh man's bribery, she's not a peasant sold and payed for rent: tis she's heavensent- the answer to mine prayer's, she's delicate, she's an empress doth thou seeith, I was birthed for her, as she for me, both made for another, to cherish each other, on cloud nine we shalt be seen.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication-Filipino rose
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
foul weather friends creep in with the clouds
misery keeps company on the inside looking out
“i’d pull all the teeth from your open mouth
before i’d ever let you frown”
it's all gore from here on out
heavensent friends descend from the clouds
hiding fangs behind kind hands
you can hardly hide your smiles
“i’d rather see the frown torn from your mouth,
than ever think i’d let you down”
friends from above, keeping me from looking up
i can’t ever be like them if i don’t learn to stomach blood
“you could be happy, smiling with all your teeth -
but then why would you need me?”
May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 11:16 AM UTC
i heard your clear deep
voice (singin’)
last year in
evening san antone
bleeding from truckstop P.A.
where i bought cactus burritos &
1 basket
heavensent peaches &
thanked you
for ev’ry one b/c only
someone like you could send a gift
so humble
.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder I told her
As her knees trembled from the weight of the compliment I bestowed her
Often benevolent
Clearly Heavensent
If God truly has say in the matter
Awkwardly eloquent
She reflected pretentiousness
Yet never projected the latter
Her eyes luminescent
Her body quintessence
To a hedonist, a lover, or sculptor
She beared the essence of loathsome life lessons
So there lay apprehension
When I vowed to properly love her
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 6:39 PM UTC
•
*
The heaven open it's window,
An angel descended slowly with glory,
It's luminescence struck me,
I could hardly see his visage for it's radiance shine in it's utmost state,
He landed upon me with his palms on my shoulder,
Then he enfold me tightly as my shoulders dampen,
His tears gush through his eyes,
As a sudden bright light shine extremely to his whole body,
It's too enormous that I fell on my knees with my eyes close,
The light gradually disappear after awhile,
I opened my eyes and there right in front of me,
The angel disappear but an ethereal being stood by,
He looks so perfect and as he start talking,
It mend my lacerations, it calms my soul,
He said God sends him, to be here for me, to protect me,
To make me happy and to forever love me,
As those words penetrated to my soul,
My tears fell down,
My elation extended widely throughout the universes,
I am beyond happy,
Days are brightest when he came,
All excruciation are easy to carry for he is there always, all the way,
He is my happiness, my best friend, my peace and comfort,
My all.
I lifted my thanks & praises daily to God,
For he had given me the one preordained for me
*
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
(Greek translation \version)
i.
Ischyró, sígoura
tha aposvestoún
pétra.
ii.
Parelthóntos, en afthonía,
lefkí stefáni tou
xediplotheí.
iii.
paratiritís kípou
Pýli tou katóchou;
Chrónos ágnosto.
iv.
Ékti aísthisi, Pra shatrent,
Eyne tis astrapís;
theóstaltos.
v.
Ái tis pragmatikó, ái
tis símaine. Pántote
i feeleth; zontanós
kai to periechómeno.
(English translation)
i.
Puissant, certes
whittled on
stone.
ii.
Yore, galore,
white corolla's
unfold.
iii.
Garden watcher's
Gate keeper's;
Time unknown.
iv.
Sixth sense, Pra shatrent,
eyne of lightning;
heavensent.
v.
Aye tis real, Aye
tis meant. Aye
i feeleth; alive
and content.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou)
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC
Anodyne eye's
Narcotic lip's;
Analgesic kisses
Tranquilizer hip's.
Soporific eyebrow's
Lashes Heavensent;
Skin anesthetic,
Relieving me of
Death. Morphine
Amour', ***** bliss,
Painkiller door's; to
Thine soul I feedeth.
Thy voice a sedative,
Thine hair calmative,
As thy nose maketh
Me warm when I'm cold,
As an expensive wine, or
neuroleptic. I'm higher then
The universe, inside of thy
psyche; it's cozy there, none
Place to compare, I'm at home,
Simply: wherein all is right.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley (Filipino rose) dedication
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
**** being an example, I'd rather be a warning
Because while you're bored in Heaven I'll be in Hell burning
While you're growing up I'm just a punk forming
so I can join in on the rioting and storming
**** the government
and tell them they can get bent
just because I'm not Heavensent
and I don't believe
don't pray for me or grieve
because I'm not just an average steve
or Adam
Christians are just members of a huge fandom
God didn't do **** everything is random
For respect I won't ask, but I'll demand them
give it to me
and let me free
unlike you
but I can be a decent human being too
I'm not a sheep or fat cow so I won't baa or moo
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
A hazy morning light drifts lonely through branches
Shadows of silence cower undertow
Wilted flowers whose beauty lingers,
Rocky soil.
A thought of the past pulls at me.
Rivers of hot wind push me further away
Like breath, stolen
Lifeless and unending it finds me
The scent of flames
Charred thoughts linger
Hot futures come
Silent shadows scream
Cloudy skies ****
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC
Blade in hand the heavensent
Inches closer to her face
"I've been counting down the days"
Says he.
Further down the hole he went
Losing races in a maze
Wide awake inside his craze,
Crazy.
He moves in silence
Lurking between venues
Welcome and adieu
He comes and goes
In skies and ink injections
In rejections of her heart
In breaking silence,
In his art
Of knives to Faces.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
I waited for the green line,
To dance and dance in time.
I waited for a smile to show,
Above the cold stethoscope.
I waited for the white cloth,
To rise and fly like a newborn moth.
I waited for this coffin to move,
And dance to our favorite tune.
I waited for the headstone to be a prank,
Of your imaginative think tank.
I waited for the reverie of your voice,
To tease me for staring out of the window,
So much so that it's the only thing I do,
To wait for you is all I know
All lifelong I waited for you to be heavensent,
Waiting for you is all I know now,
Who saw that in the end,
It would be you waiting for me somehow.
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
i.
Sacred art ourn vow's, forever I wilt be thine cloud,
To soak the rainstorm's up when they cometh;
I wilt forevermore be thine hari,
We shalt maketh a distant story,
On the patience we do hath.
ii.
We shalt showeth ourn children
The merriment of ourn smile's;
Being parent's of better style;
Freedom paint's us as the wild,
Godly carved into the rock's.
iii.
Husband and wife
Connecting bones,
Ourn abode, just
One stone's throw;
A castle of kingdom's,
With a yellow rose;
Laughter echoes, ourn
Warming nose, touching
As primal kitten's.
iv.
History remembered,
Amour' notes written;
Jewel's around thine neck,
Tenderness, with full respects,
Thanksgiving given,
Alive, once dead
Blossom's risen,
From ourn tomb's,
We serenade in-
tranquil invention,
Didst I mention?
This troth is infinite;
Surely soon, mine queen
Of soothe, we shalt meet-
In a Heavensent.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose dedicated)
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:44 PM UTC
i.
Into her boudoir I went,
A queen, staring into her mirror;
Heavensent.
ii.
Her chamber Perfumed
With frankincense and myrrh;
All of her I yearned.
iii.
Wearing around her neck
Lapis lazuli metamorphic;
An angel, purely historic.
iv.
Garbing her seductive body
Yellow maria clara terno;
Her cat eyeliner, lit me as an inferno.
v.
Taper's were held in place
By screw's in the wall's;
Fire sparked ourn taste's, for eachother we longed.
vi.
Now in eachother's arm's
Never to let go, or goeth away;
Ourn love's eternal, tis preordained.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl jane Nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
how awe inspiring
a love derived from love
a love derived from fear
everything i ever felt
has led me to this wretched "here"
pull my hair like you pull my heartstrings
im sure we'll do just fine
everything i have ever known about you
has made me want to call you "mine"
you are strong in more ways than one
a lover has not needed to commit such felonies as me
"well... that was fun"
and
"i cant believe how long that took you to see"
rattling keys doused in ivory peace
lovely lovely souls masked by a need to feel first at least
at last
i have longed for a day of fulfillment
yet today i am met with nothing but turmoil
this hellbound love does not feel heavensent
but this day is the day in which i refuse to recoil
i would not be the same without you
R
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
When the magic fades,
And the winds stop howling,
A question occurs with yourself growling,
As shooting stars have granted no more wishes,
What you believed to be true proved itself malicious,
When sound melts into beautiful, yet resentless stillness,
Worry not, just as you are, faith is transient,
Even if this world might not be heavensent,
Do your best, live your life with no regret,
You may be faithless, but please..
Do not lose the faith in yourself.
~ Umi
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
i.
Fauna to surround
the flower built fence.
ii.
Nature aloft
to the ground;
an abode heavensent.
iii.
We shalt combine
as star's;
from the cumulus.
iv.
I shalt dress thee
in Yellow daisies;
when we meeteth at Yahweh's bench.
v.
As tis we were meant
for ourn eye's to connect only;
As children we shalt loveth, as babes we shalt be.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl jane Nagley Dedication-Filipino rose
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
I am the worst nightmare
Something you don't want to see in your dreams
The taste of blood gets me exciting
I am the worst baby, I swear
Come on, Come all
Lets see a show
Full of misfits, big and small
I've got a secret
Oh, something you've just got to know
We'll all join hands and spin
This is all just for fun
Come along with me
Nighttime is all that you will see
We come alive when you say goodbye to the sun
You're a fun-house
I'm a freak
Can't I just play with your bones
Unbutton your blouse
And play in the sheets
There will be bright lights and deaf noise
This is a paradise that I desire
A place with no such thing as restrictions
You can now play with all of the toys
COME AND SEE
I must be talking about only one thing
Something that is by no means, heavensent
I am sick
I am aroused with excitement
This is the death of you and me
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 8:11 PM UTC
Your are an occult soul
within your resplendent
and impeccable anatomy
that Heaven has bequeathed me.
You have revealed all those
mysteries of love to me,
that I was incognisant of.
Now tell me, O Master of love;
What love shall I veil to you?
And what love shall I not ask for?
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Diminutive inherent, lost to all cost where thine bloodless are apparent. Individualist, laryngitis to spread the lasses pantomime mind in pallid peal revertists!!!!!
Guillotine's to cut dreams where the wearer's don't do their jobs,
No guideline's,
His his nor hers,
Just the impatient of informal mobs!!!!!
Nuptial contracts,
Some go forward,
Others move back for their dreamists of Escapist's,
Slavists,
To ordainists!!!!
What a morn to waken to,
Ourselves are now, tomorrow's Now, yesterdays you!!!
Periscopes swoped of pervading snippets,
Gas to wettened grass,
Cool it's to gas-leaked whipits!!
Sorties of emotional spate,
Youngest of lovers split,
I still haven't a date!!!!!!
Terrestrial angelic one, for where art thou sanhedrin prints?
Where heavenly carpets line your drive........
Where thine words are frankincense ,
Where your satisfying to high drug mind!!!
Thoroughfare to GOD ,
Where's thine throttled chariot?
Where glider's art heavensent,
And undaunted soldiers do protect you.....
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC
I just want to be
significant.
In a month or two, to you,
relevant.
In three months would you be
hesitant?
Four months since the first message
ever sent.
Five months isn't much but still
I've went
Onto a six month journey I'm so
hellbent.
Seven months your seven wonders ever elegant.
Eight months I've ate the words I wish I never meant.
Nine months naive that I thought you were heavensent
and onto ten I've given up like an early Lent.
Eleven maybe easier
when the dent
in my heart is healing but I hoped
in a year I'd be more significant.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
I think about her every night.
Certainly she was Heavensent.
She struck all of my nerves.
She gave me everything.
She let me steal her breaths,
she even let me taste us.
Then she told me to get bent,
more or less.
I must confess,
sometimes
I don't speak right.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
The heavensent
Never went
No room for intent
A promise bent
I lie
I couldn't fly
Like there's a tie
Beneath my eye
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC
The ones I can't seem to remember are the ones that are so clear in trance that it can convince you that the mare was a vision of a past that it conceded to be an afterthought not the preceding so to no fancy did it seem impossible only an illusion that did not die when casted to the bottomless thought that recurred on an everlasting image that it wasn't a dream more by fantasy that I couldn't help but to cancel the metal pictures that made the movie of a cunning defeat to be outdone by treasonous treasure obliging to the dismay of her that would awaken my spawn to HeavenSent that the more was not far from conclusion
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 1:21 AM UTC