"shineth" poems
i.
What occupies thy soul and being? Worldly knowledge, book's, gold, material thing's; Diamond's, jewelry, ring's, automobile's, weapon's that **** Poison's that we put into ourn spiritual bodies.
ii.
Where is thy heart? Into plastic, stuck in a casket, pulling apart?
Art thou striving to a life of just surviving, or actually living life;
What cometh first? God, family, friend's, or earthly trend's?
iii.
Whom doth thou serve? The thought's of the devil? The grave and the shovel? Art thou on another level? Or dying to get rich; Living as a slave? Choked in a cave? Giving all, as all the lord gaveth thee.
iv.
What doth thou fearest? Mankind? With bomb's that shineth, and gun's to smoketh? Or thy creator whom hold's the key to life and death, art thou like all the rest laying thy treasure on men's step's? Or in Jehovah's kingdom? The great architect's ringing the doorbell at thy being; ding **** Ding **** Ring. Ring!!!!
Wilt thou let him in?
Or serve the world and men?
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 7:35 AM UTC
Gone were but the Winter,
Come were but the Spring,
I would go to a covert
Where the birds sing;
Where in the white-thorn
Singeth a thrush,
And a robin sings
In the holly-bush.
Full of fresh scents
Are the budding boughs,
Arching high over
A cool green house:
Full of sweet scents,
And whispering air
Which sayeth softly:
"We spread no snare;
"Here dwell in safety,
Here dwell alone,
With a clear stream
And a mossy stone.
"Here the sun shineth
Most shadily;
Here is heard an echo
Of the far sea,
Though far off it be."
2k
God is love, His mercy brightens All the path in which we move;
Bliss He forms, and woe He lightens; God is light, and God is love.
Chance and change are busy ever; Worlds decay and ages move;
But His mercy waneth never; God is light, and God is love.
E'en the hour that darkest seemeth Will His changeless goodness prove;
From the mist His brightness streameth; God is light, and God is love.
He with earthly cares entwineth Hope and comfort from above;
Ev'rywhere His glory shineth; God is light, and God is love.
By: John Bowring
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 2:18 PM UTC
Muse of yonder laid me rapt,
faded in her nape 'twas the golden sun.
"Pull back the drapes and weave your path,
may thy wisdom reach you now and then."
Wet with sound, cosmic hum, we mapped
the rosy hills blooming from the storm.
With honeydew eyes I awoke and laughed,
dawn shineth through a window open.
- Dylan Whisman
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
i
Mother, I seeith thine pain, in thine own depression
Mother, thou hath given me life, I'm thy and God's invention;
Mother, thy halo thou weareth shineth so brightly to me
Turned fifty three yesterday, but mum, thou still looketh 23.
ii
Mother, thou art now getting in thine own golden year's
Mother, when they maketh fun of me, thou dryeth mine tear's;
Mother, I shouldst hath listened, when thou saidst I'd be hurt
Mother, thou taught me forgiving and love is what life's worth!
iii
Mother, mine best friend, and past life caregiver to me
Mother, thou was right, its mine light other's just canst not seeith;
Mother, I knoweth thou art worried for mine physical health
Mother, if something happen's, I promise to waiteth for thyself.
iv
Mother, we've cometh along way, as thou hath seen me in cell's
Mother, I've seen thou to, in pits of doom,behind glass I yelled;
Mother, hell and back we've cometh from, seeing the world end
Mother, as thou helpeth me groweth, I'll helpeth thee to friend.
v
Mother, shadow of mine, musical muse, and gods divine
Mother, we've made mistakes, with no brakes to stop the mind;
Mother, tommorrow if either of us shalt loose ourn last breathe
Mother, sorry little late on the birthday writing, but thou art best.
Love thy son
Brandon cory nagley
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Juna nagley birthday dedication
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
i.
Zoi mou, how mine nourishment
Cometh from the great I am;
As his sentience he gaveth
Thee, to breatheth life in-
to me; for before I was
Just a man.
ii.
Beforetime, mine
mien was gloom-
And doom, no albedineity whitewashed mine room,
Amorevolous was just a word to be spelt, not having it close to me; just a moment of REM sleep.
iii.
Agapi mou, now I've been broken loose,
Mine once dolor, hath formed with color;
It shineth of yellow, and angelic ivory
Pearl.
iv.
Anasa mou, I'm purring now, pofray swathes
Mine veins; Moro mou of younger shade.
Matia mou, O' Matia mou, mine Jane hath
Entered, inside mine blue's.
v.
Jane O' Jane, sayest I
Thelo to thou, thelo to thee;
Omorfia mou,
Kardia mou,
Psihi mou,
Thelo O'
Thelo.
©Brandon Nagley
©lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( àgapi mou) dedication
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
i.
Giveth respect
For the poem's
Not lit;
ii.
Those art the best
The one's
We seemeth to forget;
iii.
Giveth respect
To the back alley
Poet's.
iv.
The one's with
None likes:
And their poem's below it.
v.
Shineth a thumb's up
To the one's whom deserve
It;
vi.
To the true ancient
Poet's;
The one's we seemed to forget.
vii.
It doth not taketh mazuma
To maketh a bard
Grow;
viii.
It taketh a
Share and a like;
To maketh the unknown known.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Mankind destroyeth another
Predicted long ago;
Mankind killeth sister and brother
Predicted long ago;
Mankind plundereth the earth
Predicted long ago;
Mankind eliminates the newborn
Stained blood upon church snow;
Mankind terminates with weapon's
Predicted long ago;
Mankind to God they get angry and question
Predicted long ago;
Mankind escapeth with addiction
Predicted long ago;
Truth bringer's sit in prison
Predicted long ago;
Politicians ****** with unlawful invention's
Predicted long ago;
Immoral parading of falsehood
Predicted long ago;
Thugs and dope in the neighborhood's
Predicted long ago;
Earthquake's in diverse places
Predicted long ago;
Mankind changing natural faces
Predicted long ago;
Mankind of their father the devil
Predicted long ago;
Mankind worshipping hell's level
Predicted long ago;
War's and rumour's of war
Predicted long ago;
Syria turning to a ruinous heap
Predicted Isaiah 17:1,
For thou whom don't know.
Murderer's stealeth for keep's
Predicted long ago;
Beast's dressing up as sheep
Predicted long ago;
Hatred from their bellies
They get hired on whom they know.
Dollar bills come to naught
Whilst debt in every abode grows.
Unorthodox affection's
Like bloomed flower's show.
Sign's in the sun and moon
Predicted long ago;
Prophet's telleth truth beyond the tomb
Predicted long ago;
The world is in chaos
Predicted long ago;
Iran joining with Russia
Predicted long ago;
China practicing for war games
Predicted long ago;
Revelation 9:16, nuclear bang,
An Oriental blow;
A false prophet to bring religion's together
Predicted long ago;
With the Antichrist as his helper
Predicted long ago;
Underground shelter's
Where rich men hide their woes.
Whilst some prediction's hath happened already
Predicted long ago;
More art being fulfilled
Predicted long ago;
More to cometh
Predicted long ago;
Soon Christ's light shalt shineth
Predicted long ago;
Every man to bow their feature's
Predicted long ago;
King of king, lord of Lord's
Whom many hath rejected before all they know.
Broken glass in blown out stores
Predicted long ago;
A disappearance of many Christian's(rapture)
Predicted long ago;
World war three
At the step's of thou
And me;
Predicted long ago.......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophecy
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
Thy furry ****** fur that do not glow,
It show not social status, worth or wealth,
Upon thy lovely face thy make it grow,
Yet flatter thee it does not, bring no health.
What is the purpose of thy fuzziness?
Dost thou wish to appear more masculine?
Dost burgeoning of dark bring happiness?
Thou wishest to appear more than thy kin?
But while my dislike for thy beard is true,
Thou art a lady lovely, sweet and fair,
And while she love your eyes of green and blue,
She loveth all thine scruffy ****** hair.
So while I feel thy lookest like a ***
She still believe you shineth like the sun.
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 7:16 AM UTC
Depression at its finest,
from the darkness ever shineth.
Save me now O my God;
Jesus, my King, here I stand.
If this Your punishment be,
I willingly accept with glee.
If this be of the serpent wee,
O Lord deliver me!
God, I've sinned.
A seed has rooted deep within!
Your chastisement Lord,
of love it is; I'm in accord.
Perhaps not over but bring me through,
Up from the bottom of the cold, deep blue...
Sep 16, 2020
Sep 16, 2020 at 4:53 PM UTC
*Thee invoke Thee
The Lord God
to forge union with the Lord of Light and Darkness
Holy art Thou
The
Lord of the Universe...
the underlying emanation
animator of creation
formless, self effulgent
that i may fuse my Soul
with the Eternal Born-less One
my third eye a deafening blaze
transfixed on nuclear inner light
as my wife tries on a top at Macy's
i stand before a full length triptych mirror
entranced, scrying
staring at my reflection
an imminence white light figure
gossamer radiant expanse
emerges
and towers above my head
its feet planted
in my skull
my cranium its foot pillow
sight in its feet
my eyes its wires to the world
and the cold fields of ego
immobilized
disambiguous
thoughtless
its instrument subsumed
the voice of higher self
said unto me
*Let yourself enter the Path of Darkness
and peradventure
there shall you find the light
I am the only being in an Abyss of Darkness;
From an Abyss of Darkness came i forth
ere my birth
from the silence of a Primal Sleep*
And the voice of ages answered unto my Soul:
*I am he who formulates in Darkness
the Light that Shineth,
yet the Darkness comprehndeth it not*
as i heard my wife call out
"oh honey i like this one"
i whispered to my self
in breathlessness
*I invoke Thee,
the Terrible and Invisible God
who dwelleth in the void place of the Spirit
and in barbarous tongues of fire
i vibrated sonorous
the arcane names of The Infinite
that only initiates mouth like mad men
en-flamed
and called unto Him
make all Spirits of the firmament
and of the Ether
upon the Earth and under the Earth
on dry land and in Water,
and of Whirling Air
and of Rushing Fire
and every Spell and Scourge of God
obedient unto me*
my wife appeared
newly adorned
in a summer blouse
the color of Spanish walnut
asking hi honey
what do you think?
o yeah i nod
i love your new blouse
oh my god ,
on sale, you say
only $49. 95
such a deal.
Chinese for lunch ?
Moo goo *** pan
oh yes please
my favorite
she smiled*
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 3:42 PM UTC
My God
Whom art in Heaven
Hallowed be Your name
Your Kingdom come
and Your will be done
and as I look to the sky
I see your promise written in gold
I see the mountains and valleys
and lakes in between
I see the mansions You have built;
just for me
I see the angels standing at the top of the staircase
welcoming home new souls at the gates only read about in the written word..
and who is this God that has allowed me to see such visions?
The Father of Christ of course
The God of Abraham
the only light which shineth so bright in the darkness that not even the dark itself can comprehend
Man on earth will call me foolish,
but man of God will know what I speak is the truth
and what I've seen is
the way
and what I tell you is
the life
My God
Whom art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name
thy Kingdom come
Your will be done
on Earth as it is in Heaven
And as I walk this earth my Lord,
help me follow the footsteps of Your son
and help those souls who do not believe
to see what you have shown me
just as I've seen it
until I touch every single one
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
This wonderous light shone us bright
amongst the stars ahead be right
over the hill for all its glory
oh wonderous light
beating bright a beacons night
lighting us the way
a path to follow
a place to see
Oh wonderous light that shone us bright
a sign for all yet few did plight
a joyous day for all to follow
a day for praise ..love and sorrow
shineth light in all your glory
live enriched for all
beating heart now on this earth
crying out ..
Oh wonderous light that shone us bright
a new way on this world
this time for past and new beginings
a glory to this world
Dec 10, 2011
Dec 10, 2011 at 12:42 AM UTC
O graunt O God that when I do descryue
Lustrous Selene, Qheene of sable night,
Readers by reading sie the Qheene aliue
Shining with lighte as beautifull as bright.
God-giuen gifte of beavtie is the sight
Of her who shineth like a falling starre
Maintaining still her place in heauens height
High up aboue whair heavens orbits are.
Aboue our heads so neare and yett so farre
Shineth the goddesse faire since auld lang syne.
The troubadours melodious repertoire
He doth performe within her silver shine.
Romance doth quick the pulse and pull the tide:
The loue of God is giv'n unto his bride.
May 25, 2024
May 25, 2024 at 4:01 PM UTC
i.
Gyrating on the foam of love,
Ancient aisle's of white;
Passageway's, of midday
Blaze, mine queen and I
Art high in flight; we shalt
Maketh amour', in unknown
Door's, we entereth on inside;
We connect, on glory's speck,
In chariot's we blossom, on
Twilight rise;
ii.
Dancing gypsies, united eye's,
Cloud's with sun, rainbow shine.
Perfect harmony, O' wondrous
Heaven, she's the half of me, the
All of me, the number of God's
Daughter, the number seven;
iii.
Fulfilled I am, pleased the more-
With mine Reyna, O' Jane, O' Jane,
Mi-amour', I'll taketh that journey,
To thine Asian shore's, with a bed
Of silk, with gate's as door's; with
Pearl's that shineth, and rubies
the more- friendship, soulmateism,
On prism's that evince, who careth
Of the world mine lass, or whether
Their convinced; we shalt leaveth
Print's, of ourn hand's and feet,
They shalt discover ourn love,
In a treasure map keep. And
Whilst the globe sleepeth, we
Shalt be making amare; as newborn's
In a thunderstorm, the rain of passion
Strokes ourn hair.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 8:56 PM UTC
the subtlety
we surround the darkness with more darkness
the subtlety
the light shineth
the light shineth
the light does shine
somewhere
some say
the subtlety
speaking so truthfully
about a truth
that eludes us completely
a light that shineth
somewhere
the heart of the child is strong
i
i
dear child am strong
with
the heart of a child
with the heart of a child i am
subtly day
appears
so child-like
and strong
a light that shinneth
we
marry in this
the glorious dawn
we marry the truth
that once
eluded us
so completely
Sep 19, 2010
Sep 19, 2010 at 2:46 PM UTC
i
Mine needing just to heareth her voice
I pray may cometh soon
The needing of me being her choice
I prayeth to God's moon.
ii
The asking of ourn creator to protect her nightly
Is a must thing, praying asking he, her he might bring
In lullaby's, cry's, and screams, I'd wish she'd only see
I've been held up in the rain, waiting endlessly.
iii
Like her, I'm a foreigner to this trotting
Man showeth her naught, I giveth her mine pale skin's outting
The knitting of her love Into me, instill's me tightly buckled
If only she'd taketh all of me, I might smile a happy puddle.
iv
Though smiling only cometh when her face shineth bright
When I am assured she's safe and secure, then all is alright
Mine stitches needeth bandaged, shalt she seeith mine wounds?
The red drip canst only floweth so long, wherein song's art true.
v
Though I shalt still be here abiding, as a spawn to open water
I shalt even take men's ridicule, Ill taketh daily slaughter
Tis I shalt be a martyr, to the amour I believeth in
For I shalt tarry waiting, for that hope from mine hopelessness.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
The lilt of his laughter
the hum of his voice
a gleam in his eyes
as he smiles into my soul.
No words ever spoken
no light shineth down
in darkness we gather
our bodies unite in joy.
By the ring of a bell
my soul gathers warmth
he is craving me deeply
I am swept.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
The hour has come for us to sail
Away in the lonely sea
Fine memories replace the evident
And guilt is washed away by tears
I want to say a word that touches
Before I go to sleep
And raise a person to the level
Of the wind and the sky
To make forget one lonesome thought
Erase the fruitless years
I want to say a word that touches
The floor the earth expands
The minutes pulled the hours
Till short of time we stand
The brink is near
But, what ,the way…
Is closed today of mud….
I see the sun but shineth not
Nor rays- do they extend
Enclosed the lifeless breath
The clouds exhaled
And leaves the boat
On a standstill…
I want to say a word that touches
But words do rhymes deny
This pointless search
This mask of struggle
Have not touched a single soul
I touched today…
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
CONFIDENCE
confidence is the sun that rises early in the morning,
It's rays shining on those willing to sunbath.
Confidence is the rain that falls from the heavy clouds ,
raining down on those willing to be soaked in it.
Confidence is the moon that shineth at night,
giving light to those willing to embrace it even darkest of days.
Confidence is the breeze,
Cooling down those embracing it.
Confidence is like an old man's stuff,
Keeping your head high your spine seem to be struggling.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
oh lord
the
sun
shineth bright
and
i
kiss
the
marble wall tonight
in the light
where we meet
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC