A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges when I see a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface of the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England, I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, but during the miners´ strike, they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, a police constable fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat, but at the station, he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours, we drank vodka with orange juice, lamenting the time we lived in. John took early retirement, and I sold my cafe.
Categories:
constables, absence, addiction, age, america,
Form: ABC
Why marrying a poor ?
It is good to ask many riches
Who fallen in love with poormen or women.
Sometimes rich
people say , "
marrying
another
rich ,
it
is
an
open
competition
in
life ,
better
a poor
who
will
need
your
help
and
respect
you."
Every person
has right to
rise up his " her"
opinions in life.
It is hard to define love
It is hard to criticise love
It is hard to impose love
I saw doctors marrying uneducated people.
I saw kings marrying commoners.
I saw generals marrying constables.
When two rich people marry ,
one must put is ego down
to live in the World of the other one.
When
the
heart
burns
by
love,
Its
only
healer
will
be
the
person
it
loves.
March 20/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris
Categories:
constables, 12th grade, black african
Form: Free verse
Constables Dogberry and Verges have Don John's cohorts that are bad.
The two men in their custody are named Borrachio and Conrad.
They confessed their involvement in the plot to shame Hero.
Don John took advantage of the gullibility of Claudio.
The friar and company spread the rumor that Hero died.
In reality, until she clears her name, Hero will merely hide.
Meanwhile, the culpable Don John has taken flight.
The enraged Benedick has challenged young Claudio to a fight.
Don't worry readers; everything will turn out right.
A happy ending to this play will soon be in sight.
Based on the play "Much Ado About Nothing" by William Shakespeare
Categories:
constables, literature, love,
Form: Rhyme
National Gallery London
I visited the National last week,
Famous gallery in Trafalgar Square,
Viewed in awe, John Constables Hay Wain
and other grand masters displayed there.
The original Sunflowers by Van Gogh.
Gainsborough and Matisse there to see.
In truth wasn’t struck by the Lily Pond,
Monet didn’t leave an impression on me.
Categories:
constables, appreciation, art, imagery, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
MOON RAKERS
The old tale goes in Wiltshire when
They wisely played the parts of fools
In deception of the Revenue men
Employed dumb faces and farming tools
The Brandy kegs you see were hid
In village pond sunk out of sight
While making retrieval from its mid
The Constables arrived in the night
These Wiltshire lads donned idiot leer
And played the role of dunce or loon
Then pointing at lake mirror clear
Averred ‘Were raking for the moon!’
An alternate allegory I perceive
The Moon and stars in water bright
May be the dreams we strive to achieve
Deceiving ourselves? or clearing sight
While others might see us as dreamers and fools
Could we maybe in spirit commune
Take up our metaphysical tools
Delve phantasy deep; rake for the moon
Categories:
constables, allegory, grandfather, inspiration,
Form: Verse
INSPECTOR ABUJA
Wonder why when abuja...
has proved over and over again..
that hes capable of just about pullin..
any stunt from his warped brain..
abuja became a police inspector
chasing thief complete with a gun..
a loaded gun.. uniform police coat..
nothin below.. just police coat..and arms
credentials of inspector Abuja..
You requires special clearance
to ascertain his authority....
did he not promote two constables...
summoned to vigilantee house
real inspector locks him up..
mysterious Abuja maintains that.. i..
i am an inspector.. high level clearance..
no one knows why the good inspector
let the fake one go.. hushes.. say the doors
refused to lock abuja up.. or may be the good
inspector lacked level 5 high security clearance
So they let abujas go
now hes claiming. hes
best by merit. based by merit
deployed policia militia generaia..dpmg..
Lewis k Nyaga
Categories:
constables, city, conflict, courage, crazy,
Form: Free verse
A misfit in Liverpool
I think of oranges saw a painting by Constable of a morning sun
that looked like blood orange dripping nectar down on some
fishermen trying to catch eels on the dark surface in the bay.
There were sail-ships too ready to hoist sail in the morning wind.
When I lived in England I met several police constables, most
of them, nice blokes, alas, during the miner´s strike they became
radicalized, they had a good talking to by those higher up and
were also promised plenty of overtime.
John, the constable, - fifteen years on the beat and no promotion-
a friend of mine refused to partake in hitting miners over the head,
he continued his lonely beat but at the station he was ostracised,
a lonely figure in need of a friend- He often came into my cafe after
hours and we drank vodka with orange juice lamenting the time we
lived in. John got an early retirement and I sold my cafe.
Categories:
constables, best friend, betrayal, judgement,
Form: Prose Poetry
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James Foley a rebelious man within his clan
Lends a hand to his neighbour's eviction and land
Decided in a church yard chat of alarm
A process served on a man is evil and darned
Evicted from thatch is fearful in that there is no where to go
They band in the mist on a boheen grass strip await the post man's right hand
The process appears the postman he nears he waits then bowls near the crowd
He fronts the large gang of vagabond brand his letter is blocked y their stand
The post bag is ripped from shoulder and quiped you go and leave this place now
The contents ransacked and process burnt black not delivered for court or for hand
Constables came one hour remains a battering ram then deployed
All scurry on out in fear from a shout leave tears in their door way a jammed
Jail of six months in Limerick they shunt assizes demand of their mane
Their women folk fear the crops needed dear the neighbours gather around in a feat
A cheer and a fire admired by a shire propaganda and telegraph sent
Fair play to those wives revolution aside that church yard endeavoured to dream
My G/Grandfather's act i 1908
Categories:
constables, family, fear,
Form: I do not know?
I met you outside a ransacked footlocker
Your fingers touched mine, entwined
As we pushed a Tesco’s trolley
Through the window
Shards of broken glass fell upon your shoulders
And into your hoodie
Like glistening amethysts
Flecked in their reflected hearts
With the blood orange glint
Of burning shops and perfect hatred
I bent down
And offered you
A single perfect red trainer
Its lace a thorned stem
We were alone on the planet in that moment
Our faces obscure behind football scarves
But our sated purpose eloquently screamed from our eyes – destruction obtuse and divine
If I had never known a love
Or known what a life with love can be
I knew it then as we were dragged away together by our hair
And smashed
By special constables
And smashed
Our landscape is empty, and we share it bitterly
But the strength of the convictions you gift us
Has led us to this demonstration of how powerfully
And how singularly
We love each other
And detest
You
Categories:
constables, love, love, planet,
Form: Prose Poetry
The fever is on now
And the constable is stuck
To watch it grow.
He watches the bed sheets
Cripple each day
And at night he can hear
The pennies weeping
As they find no eyelids to cover.
What causes this abomination
To keep growing inside of her
When the Devil himself spat it out?
To hot to swallow,
To cool to bite.
He set his soul beside the mantel piece
And sent his fingers to work,
Slid his tongue between two bitter bribes,
And sentenced himself to death.
Categories:
constables, adventure, allegory, angst,
Form: Free verse