"showeth" poems
i.
Happy birthday
To thee, dearest
Friend. Mayest
This remembrance of birth
Be another year for thou
To thinkest of none end's;
But a brighter tommorrow.
ii.
Resteth gal sarah,
Put away all of
Thine sorrow's,
Didst thou not
Knoweth; there's
A God who breaketh
The alshshayatin
Who cometh against
Thee.
iii.
Thou art not alone,
As me and mine Jane
Art alway's there to
Be, a friend in need.
Growing seed's, to
Help-another grow.
iv.
Mayest the morrow
Be for thou, as white
As snow; mayest the
Seraphim, who surround's
Thy worries and protects
Thy home, showeth
Thee the light above thine tear's.
Smile mine friend, a friend is here.
Mayest thy sight be clear, and thy crown
Be uplifted and flared. As the world's glare
Hast betrayed thine eye's. Observeth upward
Wherein paradise lies; as thou wilt hath wing's one day
O' laureate of poetry's net. O' brilliant friend; of Jane and mine.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Thepoet(Sarah Ahmed) birthday dedication.
Sorry Sarah day late on b day dedication... But a happy wonderful birthday from me a friend if you ever need one there as you have always been there for me and Jane and have always been a major blessing to me and Jane!!! May the heavens open to you, and may you overcome your battles you face in this world...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY poetic friend !!!!
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 7:32 PM UTC
Filipino immortal of time
I'm courting thee now;
And making thou mine
We both kneweth
This day wouldst arrive;
Now taketh mine hand, stand by mine side.
I hadst amour'
For thee, for so long;
Now let's maketh, the sweetest amare song.
Ourn affection, tis obvious
For all to see;
We art the real deal, not some farce dream.
As tis we shalt meet,
As thou shalt get that engineering degree;
I'll taketh a trip, or we'll meet in between.
I'm courting thee now,
Tribal of tropic's;
I'll get ****** in thy saliva, bodie's close, bliss the main topic.
None material's needed
As ourn belief's state;
Ourn devotedness, not some internet kiss, everlasting mate's.
So now thou shalt knoweth
Thou hath been courted;
To showeth thee mine love, and to me thou art more important.
Other's shalt judge
As other wilt mock;
Yet we shalt be happy, in romantic cot's
Even if we art poor
With none food on the table;
Ourn love shalt speaketh loudly, none words needed, nor label's.
We shalt write poetry
As it becometh true;
Sweetest earl Jane, just wanted to sayeth, I loveth thou more to.
Tagalog language, thou shalt teacheth me better
Queen earl Jane;
This is thine courting letter.
I'm not all the other's
As thou doth see;
I am thy Hari, thou art mine Reyna, in whom I believe.
As I knoweth thou don't feeleth
Good enough for man, nor God;
Just wanted to telleth thee, thou art mine, and God's all.
I just wanted to let thee knoweth
I looketh up to thine light;
Thou inspireth me so much, as to other's, thou art vital to life.
So when thou feeleth down
And wanting to leap out of thy brawn;
Remember tommorrow ill be here, as well as ourn own god.
This is mine courtship letter
As now I'm courting thee;
We both want it and need it, mine best friend, life, and queen...
I loveth thee so much
We both none more canst hide;
Thou art mine Earl Jane, thou art mine life....
To thee; dearest Earl Jane..................
©Brsndon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/あある じぇえん
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
526
To hear an Oriole sing
May be a common thing—
Or only a divine.
It is not of the Bird
Who sings the same, unheard,
As unto Crowd—
The Fashion of the Ear
Attireth that it hear
In Dun, or fair—
So whether it be Rune,
Or whether it be none
Is of within.
The “Tune is in the Tree—”
The Skeptic—showeth me—
“No Sir! In Thee!”
5.2k
i.
She hath given me a home
Sent by God she was;
Unearthly, to men unknown.
ii.
She hath breathed the breathe
Of life;
Wherein all is right.
iii.
She showeth me day
In mine dismay;
She's the sparkle to me, at night.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
(Earl Jane Nagley)
i.
My sweetest king,
I am here waiting for you,
I clasp on to our love.
ii.
All my life I’ve been searching for you,
Now I have you in my arms,
I’ll never let you go.
iii.
Don’t be weary my love,
Let my love kiss your fears away,
My warmth as assurance I’ll stay.
iv.
My eyes wander in the skies,
As my heart shouts your name,
I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet.
v.
Oh my darling,
No matter how long it will take,
I’ll take all risk, just to be with you.
vi.
So soon my soulmate,
Our patience in love will be rewarded,
We’ll be together, forever.
vii.
When we’ll meet,
I’ll enclose you tight,
Nothing will ever take us apart.
(Brandon Nagley)
viii.
Mine saccharine select
I'm here mine pet;
I grasp thy breath.
ix.
All mine day's
I've groaned in pains;
Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace.
x.
Now thou art here
Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's;
For comfort hast given me a home in thee.
xi.
O' love, lover, queen
O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet;
Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity.
xii.
If it takes a thousand light year's
Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near;
As tis eternity I wilt be with thou.
xiii.
On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room,
Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon.
xiv.
We shalt meeteth
O' we shalt meeteth;
And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul.
©Brandon Nagley \Earl Jane Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry \Hari-Reyna incorporated
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
School is fun and summer is fading, Fall is here and math I am hating. What to do I am debating, Why Jesus, why?.. was trigonometry worth creating. If I could i would sit and craft rhymes to slowly **** away this time. But then what would I find? School is gone and I have since wasted my mind. So as I sit and ponder life’s choices, one can’t help but recollect one’s voices. “Oh two assignments is all? I can do that later, after I make this call. Oh yeah and after I go here and there and decide what jacket to wear... next tuesday.” before I know it, my grade the teacher showeth, and henceforth the F+ floweth. Don’t cry my son, your not quite done, you’ve still got a few cards to play, a few lines to say. What will be and what may are mine to say, at the end of the day the grade reads what you really want it to say. So pick up your pencil and pick up your head, this may not be quick and this may not be easy, this may make you weary and this may make you teary, because this will take what you have and you have what it takes, so henceforth your future you makes.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 12:32 AM UTC
i.
Gramercy, it hast been one year now, one year of smiles, laugh's, cry's; growing together, growing
Wing's in ourn flight.
ii.
Fain I am, to seest thee at night, slumbering as a newborn, queen
Of orbiting light's, woman of mine
Insight; sagittiferous to mine
Burden's of life.
iii.
Let me clear away that vultuous countenance mine girl.
iv.
We art namelings, with ourn letter's hewed into the highest realm, noscible to the Angel's; we
We're recorded on God's
Film.
v.
Perantique we art, as we battle the being's that fell, they've broken their iron locked doorway's; to make their way out of hell.
vi.
Stand close to mine side, I canst heareth those wedding Bell's, I canst feeleth the earth to swell, as the labor pain's art now.
vii.
This place shalt sway and moan, like a drunkard without a home, the living in Christ shalt rise; with the dead already rose, silver an treasures shalt come to naught,
Home good's and store bought,
For men won't grasp their own
Thought's; as the misfortune
Cometh upon them. Lover's wilt
Love themselves, they'll seeketh life
In the devil's Lip's; for the lies he speaks art quick, powerful,
Deceiving, cunning.
viii.
Look on high mine Jane, ourn lord is coming, the globe is spinning to the drum of celestial prophecy;
None stopping wilt be, yet we art free, a king and queen with a heavenly home, with mansion's
To roam, streets followed with
Gold, with like-minded souls;
Awaiting ourn entrance.
This one year wilt lead
To an eternal precipice,
In which we shan't miss,
As all wilt take focus;
For we hath life, mine Jane
Ourn hope is this;
One son of God
Who goes by the name
Jesus; ourn hope and ourn
Reason even more to be one,
To showeth another and all
The Savior's dying love, and in him
Salvation alone, fret not mine lass, soon we shalt go home, soon all ourn waiting wilt be gone, and ourn hand's shalt hold.
Two spirit's to be;
One love,
One soul.
look up
Look up
The time is now close......
©Brandon Nagley
©Earl Jane sardua Nagley dedication ( agapi mou)
© Lonesome poets poetry
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
Reno, if a troll messeth with thee, forgiveth them
Their bound not free.
Reno, when the clown's maketh bad choices
Silence them with silence, not voices.
Reno, thou art a dear friend to me, so I thank thou
For always caring, and sharing what tis I believe.
Reno, thou art a being with class, and hopes art high,
Be thyself girl, let the poetry like bullet's fly.
Reno, we've been through this same type of hell,
Yet we don't quit do we? We're not trapped in some cell.
Reno, child of the lighter side,
Open thy mind, continue to expand, taketh that freak poet ride.
Reno, west coast poetic, like medicine thy word's art alphabetic
To soothe a person's bad day, into happiness in cool shade.
Reno, I shalt continue to back thine wonderful work's
And even whilst its us others do hurt, showeth them love always!
Reno,
What a blessing to all of us thou art
Reno,
Poetess by birth
Californian muse heart.....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Reno dedication/friendship dedication
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
She feeleth and thinketh she hast none worth,
If only I couldst showeth her the truth.....
That there is no Ruby
Nor gem,
Nor diamond,
Nor any brick of laden gold,
Nor any treasure chest,
Nor any amount of the worthless dollar bill,
That couldst buyeth who she is
Physically,
Spiritually,
Mentally,
Emotionally,
In all way's.....
No other reserve of this carnal world shalt showeth her the worth she hath....
She is an upper galaxy divine messenger,
Not to just me
But to others;
As her worth isn't measured by earth-like standard.....
No material canst measure up to her merit........
She cometh from her luna,
The one wherein the seraph's wander.....
And art caregivers
And helper's
And they art the true hopeless romantic's of the blue orb air....
She is worth more, than anything to God,
Yet,
She doesn't quite fully understand yet......
But to me,
She's worth living for.
She's worth dying for,
She's worth this life.
As the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
Then the next
Then the next
Then the next
Then the next
Then the next.........
As she's worth it so much to me I shalt wait a million more next's just for her to be with me.....as she's worth more than anything!!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 6:04 PM UTC
In thine aromatic causeway,
I wilt peregrinate thine
Soul, which is a hallway
That leads me to a railway
Of amour's finest tastes;
If tonight's the last night
Of mine, I seek to seest thy
Face, hold hand's, with
Grand plan's shaking
Rhymes as cosmos
Trace. Doing mine all to please thee-
To showeth thee mine many reasons;
With thee I am so graced.
I'm sorrowful mine dear,
Mine tears as year's stack dust to
Bones that waste.
I feelest out of place; out of thy arms.
I need thine enjoin, bring me close that I may feel thee, a warmth of charm. I want to be sent to heaven's stars, a place to fly and float, no devils or ghosts; nor any drunkard's bar's. Fain wilt I be to hold thy arm,
As the burn burns hard, and nothing negative may enter in. Babes of old, washed clean of sin, nothing to loose-all to gain and security to win. Making music with the sound's of ourn snoring.................
Under mystical spiritual willow trees. Heads aside another, connected brains of information-
Souls alike, forever a blessing. Love to flow wild, from the celestial beyond's dressing.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC
i.
Yeshua Ha'Mashiach, enlighten me and Jane's way,
For the juncture through the gunchern
Is wailing, therein the opening of the seal's
Art displaying their stage.
ii.
O' cornerstone, which the builder's hath refused, I beseech thee, and thy protection, sendeth me and jane thy perfect correction;
Fixing ourn sight's on thee.
iii.
O' heavenly dayspring, we seeith the harbinger's of the time's, in the great high blue, underneath the crumbling glue, of planet earth's loam confine.
iv.
O' door to everlasting life, showeth thine light betwixt me and Jane's life. Helpeth us to showeth other's what's right; in the midst of this global panic. Helpeth us to show thou art the one and only way, the path narrow, not broad, the road to Paradise wherein prophecies art coming reality, from the word's of thine father God.
v.
O' king of king's, and Lord of lord's, mayest thou maketh a way for me and mine lass, showeth Jane we hath a bigger purpose. Not just to love eachother, but to showeth Thine amour to one another, to Christian sister's and brother's, and those with no vision, and with none hope. Worketh through us, to be thine cloud's that float- to sprinkle promise; to those without.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry \prophetic poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC
.
(Earl Jane Nagley)
*i.
My sweetest king,
I am here waiting for you,
I clasp on to our love.
ii.
All my life I’ve been searching for you,
Now I have you in my arms,
I’ll never let you go.
iii.
Don’t be weary my love,
Let my love kiss your fears away,
My warmth as assurance I’ll stay.
iv.
My eyes wander in the skies,
As my heart shouts your name,
I’ll wait, I knew we’ll meet.
v.
Oh my darling,
No matter how long it will take,
I’ll take all risk, just to be with you.
vi.
So soon my soulmate,
Our patience in love will be rewarded,
We’ll be together, forever.
vii.
When we’ll meet,
I’ll enclose you tight,
Nothing will ever take us apart.*
(Brandon Nagley)
**viii.
Mine saccharine select
I'm here mine pet;
I grasp thy breath.
ix.
All mine day's
I've groaned in pains;
Now thou art mine, a meteoric grace.
x.
Now thou art here
Mine eye's hath dried, I'm over mine tear's;
For comfort hast given me a home in thee.
xi.
O' love, lover, queen
O' verily we shalt, we shalt meet;
Whilst conquering the demonic beast's, with armour divinity.
xii.
If it takes a thousand light year's
Please knoweth mine soul, mine spirit is near;
As tis eternity I wilt be with thou.
xiii.
On the many moon's, in a kingdom high room,
Where there's no need for a tomb, nor the news, no deathly hellion there, Mocker's nor baboon's; just ourn swoon.
xiv.
We shalt meeteth
O' we shalt meeteth;
And when we do, may the heaven's open and the ark showeth it's gold, mine queen Jane, mine soul.**
© Earl Jane - Brandon Collaborations
♥ Lovers Incorporated
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
Traveling through the dusk tunnel
A pinpoint of light at the end;
Warmth overtaketh me
The beginning of life's around the bend.
One hundred kin
Waiting to greet me in;
All smiling, all radiating
Ages range from five to one-hundred and nine,
Some looketh old, though all's young: no age existeth, time here is not told. Age only existeth back on earth, though here; all age's art the same, no one is special by their birth.
Betwixt mine family standeth tall mine savior and lord
Jesus Christ the king; with angel's whom standeth beside him, as tis they speaketh together telepathically. In Christ's hand's he reacheth out to me- as whilst I looketh at his eye's aqua green, the universe showeth itself in a way to Man unseen; and whilst at that moment clearly I hadst seen the hole's in his Palm's and feet, his word's " cometh hither mine son" I bowed in front of mine kin to him instantaneously.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
Welsh translation -Os byddaf yn marw, gan fy mod i'n blasu gwaed, cofiwch penillion fy, sut yr wyf yn eu dysgu iti garu, felly lledaenu'r *** cariad, fel y llefaru duw geisio, maddau gilydd, mewn amser o wan, yn mynegi dy gariad, yn ei rhoddi dy enaid, gwna dy gwragedd a gŵr, breninesau a brenhinoedd fel aur !!
ac ag ar gyfer frenhines fy, byth fy fyddi!!!
English translated-
if I die, since I'm tasting blood, remember mine verses, how I taught thee love, so spread that love, as god doth seek, forgive one another , in time of weak, showeth thine love, giveth thine soul, make thy wives and husband's, queens and kings as gold!!
and as for mine queen, forever mine thou shalt be..
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
Mine Jane
O' mine jane;
How I canst not waiteth
To seeith thine face.
Mine Jane
O' godly jane;
Ourn bones shalt locketh
Inside, between ourn hand's.
Mine Jane
O' darling jane;
When we do meeteth
I shalt removeth thine old stain's.
Mine Jane
O' angelic jane;
Douse me in thy slaver
Showeth me that amour, thou hath written on paper.
Mine Jane
O' **** Jane;
Bringeth thine leg's closer
Maketh me beg, pull the blonde on mine head, be the chauffeur.
Mine Jane
O' goddess jane;
Throweth me down, back to the ground
Jump on me, childplay.
Mine jane
O' Filipino Jane;
Calleth mine name
I'll yet back louder, us both bursting in hott flame's.
Mine Jane
O' masterpiece jane;
No word's, hush love
Taketh me again.
Mine Jane
O' mine Filipino rose;
Who careth what other's think
The whole world already knoweth.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
Bon anniversaire, brother Eddie,
Continue in fondness;
To those in hurt
And blood
Shedding.
Felix natalis, compeer in Christ,
Showeth his mercy, love,
Sacrifice.
eyd mawlid saeid, man of God,
Like the Messiah hadst died
For thee; dieth for other's,
Spread the gospel as seed.
Charoúmena genéthlia, Edward
The star, a light amongst the darkness,
The soul to those lost to death's kiss;
Teacheth who the man was who hadst
Come in the flesh, to hath his hand's
Nailed, and head crowned with thorn's;
Mocked and scorned, his heart
Didst mourn, giving up his
Holy ghost, for thou and me.
Penblwydd hapus, disciple
For Yeshua, mayest another
Year of thy birth bringeth
beatitude not curse, as
Yahweh is thine church,
As the spirit is thine weapon.
Against Satan's doubting's
And question's, against the
Lonesomeness and heaviness,
Against the sin's and burden,
Against those who know thee
Not, whom hath not loved thee,
But thee they forgot, remembereth
Dearest saint, one day thou shalt
Hath a Robe pearlescent colored
White as snow, knowing heaven
Is thine place and home. Happy
Birthday O' happy blessed birthday:
To thee man of Yeshua ha'mashiach.
Man of the creator, creation and rock,
Wherein thine foundation is built
Upon stone and not sand...
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Edward star birthday dedication
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Elsa,
This is a tribute to thee
If it wasn't for thyself helping me
I don't knoweth where I'd be!!!!
See everyone,
If it wasn't for elsa angelica sharing all mine works
Since I first came here,
I'd be a nobody poet!!!!
But out of her angel unearthly ways
She's madeth me a star for the hopeless!!!!
She's given us all a light
As tis lately she's been down and feels no worth,
Everyone should write elsa
And showeth her she's a poetic angel of gods work!!!
She wasn't sculpted here by mere creatures
The stars of ourn creator madeth her to be,
She's not any of us!!!
Canst thou see?
don't thou seeith?
She's been here for all of us,
Especially me....
She's a king's fantasy
And every real man's dream!!!
She may haveth her haters
Yet don't we all!!!
Yet we need to remind her
She's a seraphim we look to for her love...
Though she's struggling much
Why else art we here?
To help one another
As we shalt help her in these evil year's....
Giveth her notice,
Because angels cometh and goeth
She's a friend here to so many
As her affections to us she showeth...
She's an astronaut cherub from her moon
Yet she shalt return soon.
So whilst she's here HP,
Showeth her love
Respect,
And let her know she's a true queen!!!!!
And she doesn't feel so beautiful inside
So I make a command to tell her different,
Because she's fulfilled all of ourn happiness
She's the serpahim of poet's wishes.
( this is a thank you elsa) when I first got here you showed all me work to the world)
If it wasn't for you alot of us would be nothing!!!!!
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
I seeith soo many Wisemen here
Yet doth thou follow thine own teaching?
I seeith soo many lovers here
Yet doth thou showeth that other half love?
I seeith soo many hurt ones here
Yet doth thou not know somebody loveth thou?
I seeith soo much hate here
Yet doth thou knoweth loves the answer?
I seeith soo much cutting another down here
Yet doth thou even want to listen to one? Not just heareth!!!
I seeith soo many complaints here
Yet doth thou tryeth to do anything about it?
I seeith so much shame here
Doth thou not knoweth God forgiveth all?
I seeith soo much guilt here
We only haveth today,
Not tommorrow reader of awee.
I seeith soo much
Yet soo little truthful love
I seeith
Through a prophetic crystal ball!!!
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
Craving one's cinnamon zest
To pull mine hair
To showeth me to her caress
To maketh amare in moonlight crescent
To whirl the fellow sun
To steameth up the castle window's
On telephone drenchy fun
To walketh in lost forest's
To Mardi gra's brine soaking,
Of ourn brim to floweth over by the ounce!!!!
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
i.
Mine Filipino rose
Didst thou knoweth;
When thou art gone
Mine worry doth showeth.
ii.
Mine Filipino rose
Doth thou understand;
I'll waiteth for thee
Forever to be, in thine arm's and hand's.
iii.
Mine Filipino rose
Mine angelic being of glow;
Meeteth me at the show
In the kingdom of ourn endearment abode.
iv.
Mine Filipino rose
When thou art not near;
Mine stresses and mine fear's
Bringeth sorrow and tear's.
v.
Mine Filipino rose
As thou knoweth, we aren't an illusion;
We art conspicuous in ourn fusion
Forgiveth the jealous one's of their intrusion's.
Mine Filipino rose..........................
I loveth thee more, mine Reyna......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
I remember
As a boy,
Being with mine father's mother...
Also known as grandma or ( Golden gram's) nagley...
Having her sit me on her lap
Or alot of times her being mine guide,
Holding mine hand taking me places....
Well
I went and saw mine ( Golden gram's) today
And as I saw her
Oldened in year's,
I saw how much grandma wanted me to go out and see her rose garden out in her back yard....
As she showed me it first in her kitchen window....
I couldst telleth she was dying to go out, like a puppy...
Because looking out the window to see her purple rose,
Wasn't quite the same as being next to it...
And I remembered me being a boy at that moment..
Because grandma nagley wanted to go outside
Because mine father
And auntie was in the basement...
I was there to help her go outside...
To guide her as she used to me as a boy,
So she went looking for her shoes
( here's the part where I remember I used to be the child to her
Now she was to me in a cute way....
She went looking for her shoes
( due to her Alzheimer's)
Couldn't find them...
So I found them for her,
As I saw her struggle to get those shoes on her frail feet.
I told her
( grams)
Let me get those for thee....
I got on mine hand's and knees taking her slippers
Putting them on her feet one by one....
I felt like she used to,
As she used to do that for me...
As I knew she more than appreciated it.
Though I don't expect her to appreciate it...
It's just something a grandson shouldst do without having to think... Because she used to for me without thinking...
So me and her walked outside, I held her hand as she used to do me, as I was a guide for her to her rose garden. Her special place........ She stood by the garden with me showing me her little heaven, and with her still little girl smile, she glanced at me with all the world in mine gram's eye's... And I felt as a baby again, in the comfort of a familiar spirit I kneweth at a young age... As tis a few minutes later mine auntie Sandy told me to taketh her for a walk down the street and back... So I tooketh grandma's hand, as she did me as a boy. And walked down the street to the fire hydrant, and walked on back... And as I looked at her, she still had the ***** of a young teen she once was, though her age hit me when I asked her... If mine uncle hath been over lately... She couldn't remember who mine uncle was... She was just in the moment .. Living, breathing. Yet knowing who I was... How couldst she forget me, golden gram's is one of mine guide's, as I knoweth the next life, ( Golden gram's) wilt be awaiting me,
Wanting to showeth me heavens rose garden....
As tis
Today
Was a precious moment I wouldn't giveth up for nothing!!!!
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
i.
Atop of Mount Sinai
Pious place noone goeth;
Sentinel's keepeth watch
Just in case the Devil showeth.
ii.
I came to an emanation
As the lambent dreweth me near;
She was wearing islander garb
She cometh from afar, not from here.
iii
She explained she was visiting
With the other angelic's inside;
I dropped and I fainted
From tis her beauty I didst cry.
iv.
As tis the squamous underworld master's
Came up from their woeful sleeping;
Mine luminescence bearer held them back
I couldst heareth them yelp, mine body began shaking.
v.
And whilst I was quivering
The rock's began to shaketh;
I kneweth mine queen was unearthly
For tis she saved me, and she fleweth me off, as hell quaketh.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 5:56 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
Mount Malindang calleth me, it showeth me mine queen is there
She resteth up upon the greenery, picturesque perfect, I stare;
Inside the emulsion picture, her smile paint's the walls with red
Red for the love she engulf's me in, as roses align her sloped bed.
ii
Sketched on is her hairdo, beehive swathed, fairy tale written
Her wing's hath Baguette's, as tis the Baguette's art from heaven;
Comely she supplyeth, a king's every need's, as tis amour' we feed
Companied she warm's me, swarms me, ourn amare to all leak's.
iii
Concourse of the multitude, gathering beneathe ourn sloped hut
Ourn roof may be a little leaky, though ourn affection wilt fill up;
As tis we our a abode to ourselves, no straw mansion needed
A Convocation of cheribum watcher's, protect us in rainy season.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©,あある じぇえん
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
Oh Ireland,
Calleth me home to thy green speculate tops!!!
Oh native Cherokee,
Calleth me home to thy sublime spiritual crops!!!
Oh native Scotsman,
Showeth me where William Wallace once conquered!!!
Oh Greece,
Take me where the statues breathe, where the poet's stay intrigued, by the white duned Villa's!!!
Oh France,
Ablige me with thy romantic of stories
Oh Switzerland,
Overcome me with thy natural serene stream's!!!
Oh England,
Take me to thy castles, ones of king's and thy Queen's!!!
Showeth me mine old ancestry's past
Infect me with thy knowledge
Oldened of years last..
Thy blood
Tis
Mine blood
Thy appendage is mine own
Thy home thou hast made me
Thy cloud's gloat the bloom!!!
I'm coming back
Oh lands of mine
Where stories of old
Doth mix with wine
So divine
Oh beautiful terrace,
Wherein thy fable's are mantra's
None to compare us!!!
I'm coming in
By sailor's ship
On skyfall dim
A massive blimp
I'm coming back
Lineage of aisle's
Where golden dream's
Run many miles!!!!
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC