"meaneth" poems
i.
Her affection I needeth
To sustain mine living's;
ii.
Her smile I beseecheth
Which is vital to mine breathing;
iii.
Her laughter is mine medication
The herb to mine being;
iv.
Her blood everafter
Is lifeforce, is life to mine eyesight and seeing;
v.
Her loyalty meaneth the world
O' how perfect she is a woman, the image of a queen, a real girl;
vi.
Her amour' is the path on which I abode
O' mine wife, mine soulmate and life, without thee I wouldst not be whole;
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane Nagley-Filipino rose dedication
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
I know wot steps not to take caused in me the previous mistakes
I have driven swiftly down memory lane, I have now misled the old habits of incompetence, incompleteness and intolerance into isolation.
I have now become a thing of substance ready to be filled again but this time around I take responsibility for my choices.
In my head is the lyllaby of SPECIAL FRIEND singing
I oppose the feeling of remorse and hug tight love and self forgiveness.
U HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DIS MEANETH COS U HUNGERETH TO LEAD NOT
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 6:57 AM 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
i.
Last eve', whilst mine Filipino rose
Was falling deep into her slumber;
I started to doze off, into hypnagogic state
I wasn't sleeping, nor was I fully awake.
ii.
In the midst of this hallucinatory reality
I couldst discern a tender mild voice, betwixt this actuality;
The strong yet forward word's spoke as this to me
Brandon, "doth thou want to cometh home to JESUS CHRIST" ?
iii.
As tis the word's JESUS CHRIST were in italic bold font
From the way it was saidst, it was sung as an angel wouldst singeth his name up in heaven; someone, not knowing whom, asked if I wanted to cometh home, was this an angel, or a dream?
iv.
Ive hadst encounter's with demonic being's daily, as tis I've had angelic encounter's as well, wouldst twenty seven be mine last;
As I've thought of this a many whilst's, as tis every musician of mine I've loved died at this age, as two plus seven equal's nine.
v.
Nine, mine favorite number, mine sport's digit always chosen as a boy, nine, the number meaning completion in all religion's;
The figure representing the completion of life's own cycle, as tis so many star's completed their journey at 27, was I being called?
Ivi.
Didst someone asketh me to cometh home? Back where I belong? To the star's? To God's son? Number's alway's meaneth something; in mine bible, in all religion's, in all thing's, as tis angel's speaketh in front of thee or in dream's, was that mine angel? Calling me?
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 9:44 AM UTC
i.
Within the oven
Wherein the thirst is never quenched;
Mine sweet Jane cooleth me
With her word's, and love to me meant.
ii.
I liveth for her the morrow
I liveth for her sunder the eve';
Her everything to me meaneth all thing's
She's the lifeblood, whom I need.
iii.
Mine aching body needeth her
Mine hand's, they needeth her feel;
A birthgiver to mine happiness
Mine gosh, her amour's so real.
iv.
**** beautiful, masterpiece of God
For her mine soul, belongeth to, and throb's;
I'll seeith her soon, in the Asian fogged dawn
I'll seeith mine muse, the pure one of God.
v.
She's all I desire, when the flood's do rain
She's the glory in sadness, in mine pain;
She's whom I liveth, when mine blood leak's
I canst sayeth none more, I'll let mine love speak.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/mine Reyna/soul
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
The day of Pentecost had fully come, as they met in one accord
A sudden sound, a mighty wind, a token of the Lord
Cloven flames, tongues of fire, as thy sprit thus descent
Prepareth the soul for gentle gales, yet convicted to repent
A miracle yet of the mind, upon prophets of old
To preach to nations intelligibly, effects to thus unfold
Perplexed and thus bewildered, as languages be spake
Other tongues of utterance, the faith of Christ awake
A solemn feast brought to a halt, a mighty great concourse
To hear the good news of the Lord, observed with some remorse
To meaneth truth and yet be mocked, to claim they’re full of wine
God chose the weak to confound the wise, as branches of the vine
The day hereby thus prophesied, by Joel of centuries past
The miracles, signs and wonders, fulfillment brought to last
Peter’s message communicated restoreth divine favour
The fruit of Christ resurrection, he ascended our great saviour
Fully clothed with power, his rising yet not disproved
The supernatural phenomena, his word shall not be moved
The same Jesus who was crucified is both our Christ and Lord
As still proclaimed amongst the earth, which we could not afford
Allegiance owed to he who reigns, who sat on David’s throne
The highest honour in heaven, our hope in Christ alone
A sense of awe, an awesome joy, others joined to listen
As the multitudes were saved and to see the Lord’s love glisten
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC