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LOVE LETTER
My letter of love speak,
My angel, daughter of the morning sun.
My flower shining without condition,
Looking beautiful with a blue eye
Like the cloud.
Your beauty radiate like the sun,
Kind like mother Theresa.
Let the daughter of the earth praise thee
Because you are not be compare.
Your voice, like the angels,
Your melodious voice heal the soul,
Your sweet voice sound sweet
like birds of nature.
“sing my love”
Your voice waken the dead soldiers
“sing my love”
Your song calm the angrily soul
“love my love”
For your love bring peace
To my soul.
BY ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
Van Gogh colour https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_sty-eye-lised_impression_921575
Pollock expressions https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/pollock_chances_1145547
Hopper enigma https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/hopper_metaphors_of_silence_1145757
Pointillism Seurat https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/symbols_of_sunday_recited_489054
Klee modern haiga https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/once_emerged_from_the_grey_of_night_902905
Lichtenstein https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/shipboard_girl_78036
Macke https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/mirrors_of_the_soul_recited_475860
Matisse cutouts https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/a_matisse_melange_1146030
Archimboldo surreal https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/soliloquy_143748
Nathaniel Bacon Still life https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_cookmaid__still_life_80170
...Through the woodlands the riflemen did steam,
reinforcing General Greene’s second line,
the British pressed on, still on the attack,
but they had quite the devil of a time.
Marching through forest that broke up their ranks,
while Americans poured on musket balls,
the dead and wounded kept piling up,
they paid dearly just to advance at all.
When the British threatened to turn the flank,
the patriots all fell back to the main force,
the Redcoats were bleeding from the losses,
and now only faced the prospect of more.
But onwards still they pushed the assault,
with their artillery joining the fray,
then in the chaos some guns were misaimed,
and blew some of their own soldiers away.
Forwards and back the two sides kept surging,
dragoons dismounting to fight on their feet,
but Nathaniel Greene was a thinking man,
and ordered his soldiers to all retreat.
He knew as long as his army survived
the King would have no victory in the south,
so he marched away, and Cornwallis faced
some big questions about what to do now?
Because as he counted up his losses
more than five hundred were wounded, or dead,
a quarter of his entire force…
the realization echoed in his head.
He had not the numbers to go on offense,
and the rebels had escaped mostly unscathed,
Nathaniel Greene’s army was still intact,
could still attack and devastate large swathes.
Cornwallis moved his men to Wilmington,
to resupply, reinforce, and fit out,
but the ‘beaten’ Greene did not wait for him,
in fact his army reinvaded the south!
One-by-one they picked off the garrisons,
freeing both Carolinas’ back-country,
driving forth until the British were left
holding just some small cities by the sea.
Cornwallis had not the numbers to challenge,
like Pyrrhus he had ground his army down,
so he march north to await his comrades,
at a small, seaside village called Yorktown…
AFRICAN STORY(SLAVE IN OUR FATHERLAND)
Our story! Our story! Never change
We are lost in the dark,
Not seen the light,
The stranger takes our home,
Make order,change our thought
They enslave us with change of suffering,
They took us from our fatherland,
They took away our fathers,
And turn they to cow in the field,
No water in the field,
To wet their tongue.
They become a native dog,
In their watch post,
Our women are left to suffer,
Our children are train has slave,
Our women are turn to sex machine.
Although we loss things,
But our colour remain .
B ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
BIRTH TODAY CARLIN NATHANIEL AUGUSTUS WILLIAMS
Carlin Nathaniel Augustus Williams
Has not yet had his first dinner
God had a angel planned
By His hands He molded and shape him
God a human father and mother all co created
Five pounds fourteen and a half ounces, ago
Monday, March twelth two thousand eighteen
This wasn't a dream
God releases a new birth boy, named Carlin
At two-fourteen PM
And no God is not done with him
Here's another souls chance for redemption
Welcome to the world this day
Carlin Nathaniel Augustus Williams
Little two year-old toddler LeiNah is big sister
to new born little brother Carlin Nathaniel Augustus Williams
The Grandson of James Edward Lee Sr.
3/12/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
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PETER or SIMON the YOUNGER
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slower
lower
grower
thrower
Christ calls~"Have faith,"~slower~lower~rock
Build church~confuse~grower~thrower~flock
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ANDREW the ELDER
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netter
better
petter
getter
Catch fish~Greek~Saint~netter~better~first
Bonds~apprise Christ~petter~getter~versed
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JAMES of ZEBEDEE the GREATER
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marvelled
compelled
upheld
rebelled
Wonder~victim~marvelled~compelled~zeal
Witness~fiery~upheld~rebelled~peal
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JOHN of ZEBEDEE
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observed
deserved
conserved
unnerved
Flux~beloved~observed~deserved~great
Cross Christ foot~zeal~conserved~unnerved~trait
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PHILIP
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willing
filling
quilling
spilling
Holy Ghost fronts~willing~filling~yearn
Guides Divine Truth~quilling~spilling~learn
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BARTHOLOMEW or NATHANIEL
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sincere
adhere
severe
revere
Gospel~devout~sincere~adhere~true
Exquisite pain~severe~revere~blue
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THOMAS the TWIN
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blow out
misdoubt
set out
spread out
Abrupt~doubter~blow out~misdoubt~Word
Farthest preacher~set out~spread out~heard
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MATTHEW
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trolling
goading
probing
coping
Tax collector~trolling~goading~tax
Redirector~probing~coping~ex
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JAMES of ALPHAEUS the LESSER
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minor
signer
shiner
liner
Two James~tax ex~minor~signer~yes
Matthew's brother?~shiner~liner~bless
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JUDE or THADDEUS or LEBBAEUS
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abstract
retract
enact
in fact
Birth name~given~abstract~retract~seal
Early church ruled~enact~in fact~deal
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SIMON the ZEALOT or the CANAANITE
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belies
implies
rabbis
revise
Gentiles~Christians~belies~implies~wise
Law of Moses~rabbis~revise~guys
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JUDAS ISCARIOT
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doomsday
betray
convey
dismay
Thirty pieces~doomsday~betray~spell
Kiss~Judas Tree~convey~dismay~hell
Joy Luv!
Joy love;
On July 14th afternoon,
at 1:14 p.m. a special delivery was made;
An angel came down from heaven;
God has released another one of his daughters
Lovejoy
Joy Of Love
Nathania Augustine
Sheerah
JoyLuv Williams
A new birth,
new granddaughter of James Edward Lee Sr.
And how is my demeanor;
Haven't been so proud I have yet to have seen her;
What is 8 lb 1 oz bundle of joy;
See who have left God and the Lord;
She not a Covid baby but a Christ child;
We thank you upfront God for what's your done;
One who was socializing with angels
And her grandmother spiritually sound
Fleshly, earthly bound birth;
on this Earth;
For what it's worth;
We thank God for her;
Her name patronymic;
Originated;
Of medieval England, Wales, France;
O' Italy also deriving Ole French;
With Germanic elements;
Ok! Girl will=desire;
Will and helm=helmet;
Last named of the family Williams;
Sister of oldest sister LeiNah;
Sister of middle child brother Carlin
Hallelujah!
Father Nathaniel Williams;
Mother Carshra Lee-
Grandfather James Edward Lee Sr.
Once again yet have I've seen her;
Hallelujah!
JoyLuv!!!
A dedicated verse;
We welcome this baby girl;
To this world this Earth;
Sunrise hello little one we welcome Nathania Augustine Sarah Lovejoy Williams;
Can't wait ta finally see ya;
She will come;
In the still comes;
Still I'm numb;
She's one of a billion;
So unfamiliar;
Dear mum,
in heaven
We thank you Lord God for my new granddaughter!
We welcome...
~
"Nathania Augustine Sheerah JoyLuv Williams"
~
-Blessed Happy birthday-
7/15/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A cool Autumn morning
we caught the bus
off at eleven
.without much fuss.
One & half return
our village Croft to Leigh
a birthday treat
from Dad to me.
Hopped on a
tram to Burden park
to see Stan Mathews
make his mark
Through the turnstile
at the town end
crushed &crammed
like cattle penned.
Mathews& Mortenson
versus Nathaniel Lofthouse
a joust no connoisseurs
could never grouse.
Wembly star Stan
still playing on at thirty eight
still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate.
Shimmy side-step
feint & dazzle
leaving the defenders
in a right frazzle
Our ageing hero
displayed all his twinkling skills
the complete pro
without modern-day frills
Most pundits considered
Stan as aged has-been
but no better talent
had ever been seen
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
You can never really grasp that you’re going to lose your parent, in my case, my Dad.
Even though he mentioned it many times he wouldn't be with us long. He had had a defibrillator implant.. and he had had several heart attacks. But we were just getting to know him, being estranged from him since our childhood, my siblings and I. Watching him one day ... made me realize that my tall invincible Daddy wasn’t the same; but to imagine life without him, or imagine him actually dying was unconscionable. When it happened, I thought I would never stop crying or mourning his loss... until this message from his heart to mine, “Daughter Cry No More.”
Daughter, Cry No More
In Loving Memory of my Father, James Nathaniel Gelsey 04/22/33-1/21/13
It was the day before Thanksgiving,
a day with you like no other—
a day I will treasure forever,
more than words can utter.
Though tired, you hid it well,
giving me such a golden day.
If I had known it was our last together,
There would've been more I had to say.
We spent such precious time together,
You played our daughter's piano and sang,
precious hymns I remembered
when I was little,
Like church bells my memories rang.
You let me make you my best meal yet,
With biscuits taught by Mom's own hand,
You seemed well pleased and before you left,
The final look you gave, I did not understand.
With a stern look you asked me to tell Mom,
You wished to see her again,
It was the last time we would be together,
the last father daughter time we'd spend.
My grief was unspeakable, tears nonstopped,
It didn't feel right or fair,
That the father I longed to know my whole life,
For me, would never again be there.
The day you would be laid to rest,
I sat up weeping more and more on my bed,
I suddenly saw you waiting to get my attention,
With your feathered hat sitting upon your head.
With your handsome smile,
and wink of your eye,
one final gift you gave forevermore—
the gesture you gave, clearly in vision,
“My darling daughter, cry no more.”
Copyright © Lovie Divine | Year Posted 2018
I, cold ... cold as stone ...
But is that not befitting such as I?
Once, merely common, hidden deep in the earth,
Still, my quality made itself known ... my porcelain perfection
Shone in the sun, and I was freed from Terra's grasp ...
Across a great sea I was rocked, carried in care
To finally, joyfully, go under The Master's hand.
I slowly, agonizingly, emerged from the cloud-white slab, pure ...
Brought forth into all glory and consummation!
Stone saw, chisel, rasp, cloth, and paper ... I stretched my limbs, reached my
Fingers and toes to the ether ... arched my back in a repose of death,
Laid upon an altar of mocked coral, draped only in my net -
The Pearl Diver's repository of all things glistening and wondrous!
Oh, what exquisite orbs, those that grace the net's seam!
White, pink, and black opaline gems - iridescent ocean treasures!
Miraculous drops of milky, nacreous moonlight, hidden in Neptune's gullet,
Awaiting their emancipation ... finally freed at the edge of the diver's blade!
But that, for me, is yet a dream ... I am but stone, after all ...
Be content, instead, to gaze upon my keen beauty,
I, the polished progeny of a sculptor's acumen,
I, the refined, glorious bloom of stone,
I, the ivory issue of marble elegance,
I, the bairn of a master ...
The Dead Pearl Diver.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the " ... And Now For Something Completely Different" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
~ Honorable Mention ~ in the "Brian's Choice Q, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
( This is about the sculpture "The Dead Pearl Diver" by Benjamin Paul Akers 1858, currently on display at The Portland Museum of Fine Art in Portland, ME ... this was a personal favorite of Nathaniel Hawthorne, and he wrote about it more than once. This is an incredible sculpture, especially in person )