A hummingbirds whizz
   Special delivery from Mom
       Her love calms my heart


©js, 2015

poetry flowing
scattering its joy
and sorrows.

as dark eyes close
the harbour
waits for the moon
to unlock
its hidden silence.

wrapped beneath
september stars
a ghost that watches
where the water
drifts.

When poets die
It's sad and true,
It matters not
What their bodies do,
The spirit flies
To Poet's Corner,
In Westminster Abbey.
You'll not see
Busts or inscriptions
For all the poets
Whose spirits linger
Alongside Chaucer, Browning, Spencer,
And a myriad of authors.
Dead Poet you have earned your share;
Dead Poet I will know you're there,
Composing in the Laureate's lair.

father said
try to see the good in people
not so easy father
not so easy

men are mean,
their world atrocious
can't u see father?
deceit, grief, pain
is what they give

war is everywhere
war at home,
war among friends
war over bread
war over love

your little girl, father
she is lost
nowhere to run
life broke her
can't you see father?

forgive your child
for the world -
they robbed her
of all the good
you instilled in her

Let's dance the next dance
like it's the last dance,
like we know
that it's our last chance
to dance and when
the band begin to slow
hold me like smoke,
there is a flame inside my soul
burning the dancefloor,
let's dance before it goes...

He died late last night,
I held him in my arms so tight
until the morning came.
I pleaded with time to freeze,
I didn't want him to leave,
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Sweet husband of mine.

We had twenty-seven years,
Two children dear,
You held us together my love,
When the wars came to tear us asunder,
You never quit on our lives.

Our life it was so complex,
A thousand moments of joys and distress,
We walked in high desert valleys,
Wild mustangs grazed on our front yard,
Really a lifetime spent so charmed,
Goodbye goodbye goodbye
Dear husband of mine.

Sleep on my dear in this peace,
I know you have found relief,
The troubled genius,
The poet's dance,
You gave love where you could,
You always tried to be so good.

We had our ups and downs
ins and outs,
The tides may have rolled out,
But we always rolled back in.

Now all I have is this empty space,
A few clothes to carry out,
Details to figure out.

Memories will forever stay,
The light of day before my eyes.
goodbye goodbye goodbye
sweet husband of mine.

This house, it does not speak of me
I am unknown to these adobe walls
these cool clay floors
I press my feet against
wanderlust, I dance
through desert nights I roam
these sands to drink the moon
and follow stars toward home.
I travel endless nights
painted blue with black
wait for sunlight
once again to warm my room.
Nights I dream to be
in wild fields
with you.

Sɦɛs ռօʋɛʟ
                   Sɦɛ's ʄʀօʍ tɦɛ ʊռɛxքʟօʀɛɖ;
                                    Aռ ɛռɢɨռɛɛʀ, օʄ օtɦɛʀ աօʀʟɖ's.






©Brandon Nagley
©Earl jane nagley dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry

i.

The breadth of her aura
Stretcheth like a veil;
From the philippines, she was created of tropical tree detail.

ii.

As one entereth her extrasolar city
Thou shalt findeth there's no need for the sun or the moon;
She is the light, the scintillate of star clustered room's.

iii.

Just beyond the river Jordan
Where stream's of heaven tint;
She's not for sale, she's the grail of the gate's of holiness.



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose