I misseth her in daylight
I misseth her beneathe thy moon
I misseth her at dusk
Buried in ourn tomb
Misseth her in voice talk
Wherein us two did laugh
I misseth her sensual voice
To make angel trumpets blast
I misseth her caressing
The way she made me smile
The way she showed me heaven
An unborn unearhtly child
I misseth her lifeform
Not d.n.a to any men
A seraphim and cheribum
A lifeblood
Mine kin
I misseth her funny ways
How she doth make me chuckle
Now she's gone forevermore
And this heart is broken buckled
Maby she won't forget me
Maby tis
She'll cometh back
I'll forever Love mine baby
Tis
That's a fact!!!

I canst lie
I misseth her to mine core
When shalt she showeth me
All of her amour'???
):

( french version)

Accentuer me reine de l'amour
Marquez-moi avec ton accent bonheur
Je suis nerveux jusqu'à
Traîné
Il est tu vraiment que je misseth

Atedly Je suis folle lonesomely
Mourir pour maudire mes
Souhaitant que je ne suis jamais né
Voler de la poignée à la naissance

Soulevée par celestials
Et la déesse étoiles
Rédaction sur tablette par le doigt
Mourir pour les planet mars

Un chanteur universelle
Chantez pour les anges
Et les hommes gais,

Mine de Blae yeux
Besoin conviction
Ils needeth car tu
Pour moi, dans letteth

Je suis à ta porte
Bangin dur ****
Laissez-moi en reine de ce soir
Tommorrow si tu, veux laisser moi vient à nouveau !!!

Genoux mines sont fatigués
Ma tête a besoin de repos
Est ton épaule libre pour moi maintenant?
As-je te donne tout le mien meilleur?

Pas dur
Tout simplement
Je suis un séraphin dans l'amour,
Prenant la patience
Alors patiemment
Attente autour avec les colombes,

Je traîne avec apparitions
Pour faciliter cette douleur de l'esprit mienne
Certains sont des êtres de Hellion
Leur cruel pour moi et méchant

Un black-jack puis-je pauvre sur ce fer dans
Un cabas d'Amare mienne,
Il est plein et lourd à
Doth tu exauce comment je suis effrayé?

Car je peux te délie
Je délie ma propre âme,
Je l'ai trouvé la seule reine
Tis celui que je me sens à la maison,

Une cabane, im suspendus à l'écart
Nu à ton monde,
Je veux juste le seul
Qui peux résoudre tous ces tourbillons,

Les temps d'art courte
Jours mines ne durera pas
Toujours
nous ne haveth pas longtemps pour vivant!
Je voudrais que tu donne tout
Et tout
Rêve mine, reine
Et celui à qui je respire

Je suis maintenant un caseworm
Mineself Protection de ne pas être laisser entrer,
Oter ton clypeate
Et lâché tout pour ta parenté

Je suis ton moitié Kindred
Je suis ton romeo à ta vie
Maby un jour tu seras donne tout .....

Un roi une reine,
Mari et femme !!!!          




( English version)

Accentuate me queen of love
Mark me with thy accent bliss
I'm strung up
Hung out
It's thou I truly misseth

Atedly I'm lonesomely mad
Dying to mine curse
Wishing I was never born
Flying off the handle at birth

Raised by celestials
And goddess stars
Writing on tablet by finger
Dying to the planet mars

A universal singer

Sing for angels
And merry men,

Mine blae eyes
Need conviction
They needeth for thou
To letteth me in

I'm at thy door
Bangin hard away
Let me in queen of tonight
Tommorrow if thou, wilt let me cometh again!!!

Mine knees are wearied
Mine head needs rest
Is thy shoulder free for me now?
Didst I giveth thee all of mine best?

Not to hard
Quite simply
I'm a seraphim in love,
Taking patience
So patiently
Waiting around with the doves,

I hang with apparitions
To ease this pain from mine mind
Some are hellion beings
Their cruel to me and unkind

A black-jack do I poor this iron out into
A cabas of mine amare,
It's full and heavy to
Doth thou heareth how I'm scared?

For I canst looseth thee
I'd looseth mine own soul,
I've found the only queen
Tis the one I feel at home,

A cabane, im hanging aloof
**** to thy world,
Just want the only one
Who canst fix all of these whirls,

The times art short
Mine days won't last
Forever
we don't haveth long to liveth
I'd giveth thou all
And anything
Mine dream, queen
And one to whom I breatheth

I'm now a caseworm
Protecting mineself from not being let in,
Taketh off thy clypeate
And let loose all for thy kin

I'm thy Kindred half
I'm thy romeo to thine life
Maby one day thou shalt giveth all.....

A king a queen,
Husband and wife!!!!

Fresh Spring, the herald of loves mighty king,
In whose cote-armour richly are displayd
All sorts of flowers, the which on earth do spring,
In goodly colours gloriously arrayd—
Goe to my love, where she is carelesse layd,
Yet in her winters bowre not well awake;
Tell her the joyous time wil not be staid,
Unlesse she doe him by the forelock take;
Bid her therefore her selfe soone ready make,
To wayt on Love amongst his lovely crew;
Where every one, that misseth then her make,
Shall be by him amearst with penance dew.
    Make hast, therefore, sweet love, whilest it is prime;
    For none can call againe the passèd time.

i.

Skaidrum, we art lost in the whirlpool galaxy
Thou art far-flung from thy king, me from mine queen;
We hath not much time to get back to planet earth
A black holes in the distance, a new star's birth.

ii.

Skaidrum, friend; no sunlight is to surround us
This place is dusk, how I misseth mine sweet jane;
We hath enough food for a week, and one day's gain
If I were thou, I'd telleth thy king thou loveth him again.

iii.

Mine lass wilt be looking for me, how cold I feeleth
In this spaceship were in, I need Jane's warmth, her tint;
Skaidrum, the nebula's art all around, though no portal to get back home, I prayeth we seeith ourn love's soon.

iv.

Dear Poet, Sir Brandon, Sharpen thy tongue for war
Vigilant stars harbor no pity for separated lovers liketh us,
Lady Jane's lamentation becomes mournful gravity to thee;
Darkness swallows the four corners of mine heart.

v.

Pay no heed to the distances, death; how certainly welcome
As we rideth greek constellations, legends, and vagabonds.
I will bid thou safe travels, poetic wishes, universal footprints;
As thee descend upon the sky ladder to thou's lover.

vi.

I shall followeth in due time, I hear not mine king calling.
Patience goes hand n' hand with deliverance,
In our path of starlit misery; we embarked together as poets
Adieu for now sir Brandon, part with nightsong wings.

©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets Poetry
©Duo poem by me brandon nagley and Skaidrum
©Skaidrum

The Mademoiselle I saw in the sea
Her dress impersonating the rhythm of the air
Her messy mahogany hair impersonating the rhythm of the dress.

The waves had their own cadence
just like how her tresses would cover her all of her face but her eyes
the waves would cover all of her body but her face
She was pretty tall. Even for the waves. Out of their reach.

She had the fingers of an artist. Shy and beautiful.
And every time they made way through her hair to her ears
Her beauty unfolded a little more.

Contemplating the sunset, she’d wrap her arms around her shoulders
I realized it isn’t everyday that you behold such magic when
the glowing sun, a crisp circle in the ****** sky
revealed a path in the meek waves that led directly to her

Impulses to take the initiative, capering all over me without fail
Though completely stupefied by her beauty, I could still remember every detail
Whether it was her eyes that gazed upon the horizon
or her toes that twitched under the water owing to the cold.

The interspace between us. A little extra than I asked for
Her silhouette against the subduing sky. I knew I was falling for her
Dear Mademoiselle I saw in the sea
Though enamored by all, you’re something more to me.
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, I fancy you to set me free
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, agree to receive my apology.
Wasn’t undaunted enough to talk to you then,
but I bespeak if I ever see you again
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, I wouldn’t just let you be
Mademoiselle I saw in the sea, I’d tell you
I’d tell you, you feel like home to me.
Mademoiselle, I saw in the sea, i’m not lying when I say I misseth thee

Oh How I loveth thee
A quite quaint angel in my own eyes.
With dark and white broken wings.
Und'r ****** falls.

I shall waiteth, and comf'rt thee.
Liekth thee loveth thy beareth.
Until the endeth of p'riod.
A hoarse voice with angelic tone.
Haer like the colours of my chameleon.

The tend tender lips of loveth.
A smileth and mind of ambivalence.
I shall loveth with nay judgment.
A halo as bright as the mistress
Possesseth in humans death's-head.

The lukewarm blue chopt lips.
The sleep chamber the lady did lie upon.
H'r ilness, but I accepteth death.
I can kisseth with green valor breath.
The strength of a giant.
The nimbleness of a lilliputian fairy.
Thee can doth aught.

Yon can crustheth and slipeth.
Through the cracks of timeth.
Thee can beest fell'r joyous.
Liketh the visage of a monst'r
I loveth thee f'r who is't thou art.

Thee can beest the wild animal with scars.
mine own canine ears ope to hark.
Thee can has't warts liketh a toad.
A belly as big as the univ'rse.
I shalt beest a fath'r.
thee can has't barb'd wire on thy corse.
My chivalrous armour does not mind thy pain.

Thee believeth chivalry is gone.
Somewh're on the planet, 'r in the heavens above.
Sickl'd by the grim reap'rs ploy.
The apparition 'r man you love.
I'm the pap'r thee loveth at which hour thy depress'd
The smileth thee misseth.
I am thy sir'r knave at heart.
I'm the knight thee wanteth me to best.
The lasteth sir standing at the edge of the w'rld with thee.
Thy the only ***** I protecteth, and loveth f'rev'r.
I give you can seeth how I loveth thee.





This poem was written by Shane Michael Cleary at 12:42 2017 on June 30th.

Where didst mi amour' go?
Tis
I don't know
Tis
I misseth her so
So
So much
Tis
Doth mine heart groan
):

This palace is not meant for boys, no place for toys where thy young and free minded may roam!!
Just anger stacked upon years, dream turned to fears,
Where thy counties finest are booked into every room.
No hotel mantra here,
Just walkways ,
No grass to be stepped upon!!!
All windows to be looked out on rainy and Sunshine's missed days!!!
Open thine eyes young inmate soldier,
You might misseth the marijuana extorted haze!!!!

Drug infested ways at its final content,
All stories told,
Some middle aged,
Young and old,
All money talks to pay thy hellish rent!!!

Murderees seemeth to smile here,
Sometimes even a grin!
Laughter still goes far beyond these white laced bars ,
Now its you who pays for sin!!!!

Grey boxes to keep thy finest of goods,
Nightsticks to giveth you good beatings on every corner,
Some fools get aroused, while others cry misunderstood!!!!

Surely medicate thineself here all you will,
Dining will delute you,
The speech here will pollute you,
From your own self ,
Thou might be killed!!!

Self will,

Doth thy have it old time crook?

No watery brooks awaiting us for now,


Freedom is there , I smell it!!
I taste its share,
We all will strive to fight this government stained beast!!!!

We will be free!!!!
We will once again be free...........

I misseth mine own loveth. I wisheth f'r h'r to beest in mine own arms. To has't the warmth of h'r corpse. H'r soft toucheth and coequal softer gazeth.