"liveth" 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
i.
Mine artistry inamorata
Airburshed on tapestry upon;
Fernando Amorsolo canvas.
ii.
Thou art mine Atlantis
The air I sucketh in;
Mine piece of God, timeless.
iii.
What id do without thee?
I couldst not liveth;
I'll giveth thee mine last drop, of blood mine dear.
iv.
Cometh near
Shadow's dance with us;
Filipino perfume's, ancient dusk.
v.
In the negrito of Luzon
Bead's shalt bounce ourn neck's;
Red one's, yellow one's, tribal seed connect.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
The GLOBE hath gone infected
Media mobs
MOGUL infected
Bilderberg GODS!!!
Mother's shalt turneth against daughter's
And father against son
RISE of thine technology oh man
For thou shalt looseth by thine own guns
Thou shalt SCREAM PEACE...
Ourn savior hath come
ANTICHRIST beast
To the one's who chooseth dumb
CHIPS in thy hand's
Shackled at the feet
BURIED in sand
Defecation SECRETE
Babies shalt HOWL
No **** to be given
I bet I'll be gone
This time
By THANKSGIVING
Liveth out thy life,
PAY presidential bills
Down thy DRINK
Swallow thine pills
Mocketh me if thou WILT
Awaketh human slave
The CHAPTER is coming
To the end of thine DAY'S!!!!
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
i
This is for thou both miss Vicki, and miss Beth Stclair, true poet's
Miss Beth StClair, thy sonnet style, brings back the old smile I see;
Miss Vicki, writing of love so quickly, so beautifully inspiring
Miss beth, thy word's got me flying I'll buyeth thy book real soon.
ii
Miss Vicki, thou art an old soul made of gold, a home amongst homes, as thou liveth in mine state, miss beth, I'd seeith thee if I go to England, amongst the Beatle street's we'll speaketh of ourn living's, and reciteth sonnet's of Shakespearian knowledge.
iii
Miss Vicki, thy jargon is wrapped like a bouquet, glazed with honey, thine words art displayed, people in this world like Thee I do prayeth, that thine life wilt be joyful, and harmonious in thy tommorrow, beth, I feeleth thine wild's, as the sixties thou hadst.
iv
Beth StClair, if it was back in the day, we'd be wonderful friend's, thou wouldst hath watched me on a stage, singing poetic thunder, miss Vicki, when thou feeleth down and under, continue to write thy creator in thy works, and I promise thou both, thou both hath
A friend in me......
©Brandon nagley
©Miss Vicki/miss Beth StClair dedication for both of you (:::::
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:02 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
Queen;
This is a gratitude letter, to telleth thee, I'm blessed with thou,
Mine beloved, mine cherub, mine lifeblood;
Mine queen.
Sovereign;
God hath given me a ladder, I've climbed high past upward lantern's, past the entryway of spiritual pattern's;
Mine amour'.
Empress;
Stop thinking that I wilt leaveth, thou art more worthy than thou believeth, don't let the devil to thee deceiveth, this soul to thee I giveth.
Monarch;
On the street's, or in the park, in the shade, day, night and dark, in me thou liveth, in me thou lighteth a spark, forever, eternal.....
Love.............
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
Brittle as glass
Strong as steel
Truth is powerful
So keep it real
The beach is dry
The sea appears green
The sun light blazing
On a sky so clean
We seek it and love it
Hold it so near
Like a bell ringing
Sweetly and clear
Sweetened and pure
The water overfloweth;
The truth separates
The liars and the voiceless
As tis we hath choices
To settle the scene;
Some seeketh reality
Others liveth in dreams
And between these things
We keep our head's topped;
Speaking honesty in mantra
Wherein one's ears shalt pop
And aloft the floss
Of the sky that is greyish blue;
We shalt travel by wingspan
Showing amour so true
*In depths we dive
The sun we trust
Till we hit the* rocks
And get shattered to dust
*Holding our breath
The pressure gets worse
This mighty* sea *has never
Quenched anyone's thirst*
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
Protestant stand,
pick up your cross and liveth -
in the East.
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
An airgonaut, verily she is,
Hovering in time, healing
Mine mind; O'er the
luminaries, stationary,
Freely emissaries, of
The water of life on-
Which we liveth.
We shalt famigerate the copybook of god;
Sprinkling seed's, O'er the demonic breed's,
Stomping out the hatred, anger, a lightning bolt of peace to overcometh the ghost's of bad nature, with Jane's sceptering rod. Virtuous applause, as a wraparound stairway, leadeth us to the Almighty; thundering awe.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley ( Filipino rose) dedicated
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
i.
Without her I
Am naught;
With her
I am all.
ii.
Without her I
Am lost;
With her
I am found.
iii.
Without her I
Am in mine grave;
With her, I am free
Not a slave.
iv.
Without her I
Am in peril;
With her
I canst seeith, speaketh, breatheth, liveth on her holy water.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:13 PM UTC
Some swain art twain
Though we art sole;
Some liveth on sand,
Ourn foundation's
Whole.
Some swain art lost
To temporal sight;
Though ourn birth's
Were matched, to
Meeteth in light.
Burst's that trickled,
Out from divinity,
Christ's foreordained-
Eachother to greet.
Strap's upon toes
Dirt to ourn feet;
Off the planet-
démodé; to
Those who
Hath gold
For safe
Keeps.
Remote from another,
By the blue polluted
Welkin; thus one day
We knoweth, ourn
Pinion's shalt be
As falcon's.
Splitting general edicts,
Trusting in God's rule;
Dying to the globe-
Blithe and mellow
Fool's.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 8:08 PM UTC
i.
Ernesto L. Gonzales
Aka "DedPoet";
A prayer up to heaven
As the angel's awaiteth and knoweth.
ii.
Thou hath blessed us all
With thy beauty and difference;
Not like the rest, one of the great's, the best
A man, a king, an angel amongst the innocent.
iii.
This is not thine death
This is thy new birth;
Put thy faith in god, not creature's nor human facade's
For seraph's and cherub's awaiteth thee,in the creator's church.
iv.
This is for thee, one of mine dearest supporter's
Thou art a friend, though didst not talk much;
I still felt thine pen, thine hand of gratitude
Thine family is blessed, to hath known a being of beatitude.
v.
Thy word's shalt liveth on, thither the great paradise
Thou shalt not be forgotten, thou art worth more in ourn eye's;
As thy life, is not worth material money nor gem's
Thy life is priceless, because it's from God, awaiting thee friend.
vi.
Ernesto L. Gonzales, a Godsend to Hellopoetry
Ernesto L. Gonzales, half divine messenger, part mortal breed;
Ernesto L. Gonzales, I thanketh thee for all thou hath done
Ernesto L. Gonzales, Jehovah's eternal poet, a chosen one.
May god bless you and your family ernesto, as remember poet friend Ernest, what a doctor said isn't always a death sentence, only Christ and god the father is your doctor, Christ heals ernesto all!!! Though if he does take you friend, may your soul rest in heaven, may the angel's bless you on your journey, and may you continue to speak your poetry in soul and spirit form,
May God bless you dedpoet, and have faith,
Your friend.
Brandon Cory Nagley...
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Ernesto L. Gonzales[aka DedPoet) dedication
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Shalt I sing a song for thee?
To maketh thee feeleth like heaven
shalt I maketh the world quite quaint for thee
To sense thee the serenity!
Oh divine soul!
Thee art an angel on the earth.
I knoweth no lovely verses.
Spread thy wings in the ope sky
Its for thee. For thee to fly!
Quite quaint moon in the silent night
Its for thee for dreams of thy eyes!
Adorable and greatest worth
Oh divine soul
Thee art an angel on earth.
Most precious is thy smileth
I'd capture still to liveth mine life.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:13 AM UTC
Ourn silhouette's to tail us
Afoot aboriginal Knoll's;
Her brilliance, imminent
Untold story of love;
Appertaining in her contemplate
Mediterranean, upon ourn plate's;
Barefoot meandering to ourn date
Relaxed and high, none debate's;
She's the apothecary who Selleth me philter's
She allureth me in, and mine soul stretcheth longer;
When I falleth down, her young age maketh me stronger
When I cometh around, her word's art charmer's;
Comely is her impetus
Cometh hither mine lad, she's the amour' seamstress;
Companied, I shalt hold mine lass
Companied, I shalt liveth with her, in ourn nest...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ soulmate mienne
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
From whence art thou cometh,
Oh, beautiful gazelle?
For since mine soul hath liveth,
Never before, set eyes, on such a belle.
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
i.
Mine forefinger is tapping the olden transelic piano Key's,
The room Grecian white, with an oriental shorite; her voice
Is soft, her halo's aloft the lid of mine musical box. As tis I playeth "Unchained Melody"'by the Righteous Brothers, ourn pupil's art jubilant; soulmates igniting together. Brandon! Brandon!
ii.
She calleth out mine name.
The aria gets louder,
The habitation wherein we liveth,
Smileth upon us;
As affections groweth fonder.
iii.
Ourn flesh wrapped like nests,
Of a bird's home in wonder.
Gazing up into the the hereafter,
One day happiness there we to shalt
Conquer.
iv.
As mine angelic host
Lift's me up to the celestial yonder;
I heareth her feather's flapping with the cherub's,
Ourn amour splitting sky's, as lightning with the thunder.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( agapi mou) dedication
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
She on the Twentieth
Street liveth
In a plush penthouse;
And I in my own rustic crib
Live by my ancient nib;
And for love, I'm no mouse.
The dollybird useth iThings
Those by Apple made,
While I by my little things
Run my blessed trade.
Though no kingly life
I do presently live
Nor have now fortune and fame
Great, high queenly dame;
And I mayn't a costly gadget
At the moment avoid
Like that dear iPhone or tablet;
Yet make not my affection void:
I can be a commoner,
But do need nay a coroner.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 1:36 AM UTC
In these closely quarter's called apartments....
There's a porch right next to me
Third floor
There is a man named Anthony
Thirties in age or so,
Mine neighbor girl is who he's friends with
Yet friends he doth not seeketh....
He doth not liveth here
Yet myswell sayeth he doth...
The girl next to me
Dallas ( her name)
Isn't with Anthony
( as I said) just friends....
But I just saw Dallas bring over a guy friend...
As Anthony's outside taking a hit of his light drag in hurtful motion....
I canst seeith the pain that holds his face up
Like a lantern to a flame....
I seeith his hearts enflamed...
Though knowing him and Dallas art ust friend's..
What canst the man do?
As I seeith him take a heavied puff
Blowing out all of his pains through the tobacco misty....
I seeith he dreaded going back inside
As his heart was screaming
( GET OUT, SHES MINE *****
He kept his head hung low
As if going to the gallows.....
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Abroad the mystical veil, neath me and mine queen's feet, firmament of wonder, a singing Nightingale. The Ring nebula, an escort in the ample ether; none weather, to defeat ourn handheld excursion. Across we cameth, to an unlikely diversion; a black hole ******* the innard's of anything to it's course. Nothing couldst escape it, I hadst to saveth mine Reyna; I threweth mine rose to the side; the whirl pool galaxy, I jumped inside the abyss, none remorse. Tis, I hadst to protect her, from the unholy beast, it needed sacrifice, I Gaveth it mine life; so mine empress couldst liveth in peace. Though the end didst not draweth near, as the Stygian cavity sought; I Gaveth mine blood, for mine amare and wife, as the gloomy pit didst not realize, I was already a spirit. A spirit of love.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 2:29 PM UTC
i.
A degree unlike any to mankind
O lord, thou hath sent me a goddess;
Teeth, pearlied whitened, hair black
Tagalog golden parlance, gem strapped.
ii.
Felicity hath abducted me
Into mine Jane's melting heat;
Her fire is as if the burning bush
Whence back when God didst to Moses speak.
iii.
Mine creator created her
And saweth it was good;
He stitched her from mine rib
As mine heart, molded in her ladyhood.
iv.
Commandment's he hath layed out
To be endowed to mine empress queen;
Ourn endearment contracted on blood moon's
Saturn's color's to write out, the many year's to be the ring's.
v.
As time wilt passeth on
Mine needing for her shalt get bigger;
I canst liveth without mine Filipino rose
She's mine lover, soulmate, angelic figure.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/Reyna/soulmate
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
she's the homily accolade by which i liveth,
Idyllic radiance tis she doth giveth.
I am servile to her every needs and wants.
I Shalt tout her,
an implement daily her mine shakespearian vows. . . . . .
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 8:09 PM UTC
I may still prefer death to loving him,
For ‘till death itself cometh, he may only live in my dream;
His eyes are a pair of panoramic twin oceans;
Too vengeful for poems, too tactful for words.
The owner of a heart I’th never seen;
But watched only t’is morning, as we sauntered along his roads.
Ah, he might be possess not a calm universe;
But still too solemn for a song-swift as he is, in my very verse!
I am a little butterfly trapped between his fair worlds,
I am his sunny heat, and my blood his chilly colds;
And as I strolled by him in t’is summer breeze,
All I ever wanted was to share his kiss;
For whenst he is upon me, all I duly feelest is mighty bliss;
I am deaf as a dead thorn-which liveth again, as he cometh again.
Yet as I'th said, all shall but fade in a blurred gasp;
For he is mine not, and might never dwell, within my weak grasp.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 5:08 AM UTC
i.
I saidst "I do" beloved Jane
Before thou was born;
I watched thee at creation
Next to the Creator I was allured.
ii.
He asked me if I liked
The soulmate he hadst picked;
He saidst is an autochthonous alright?
He saidst thou were queen, a piece of heaven, the angelic mix.
iii.
God questioned me, is dusk hair fine with thee?
What about her diamond chocolate eye's, and her body from the sea; is tan sand skin OK? And is her frame just as thou wilt like? Wilt thou desire to liveth with her the rest of day's, eternal life?
iv.
At that moment I fell upon mine knee's, because everything was alright as I've seen, inside and out I loved all, tis I was more than pleased: the lord hadst given me the third heaven's cherub, the other half to the missing piece, thou art happiness, thou art peace.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication ( Filipino rose)
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 9:35 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