Nathaniel Bacon posed vegetables artistically
alongside a 'model' so erotically
Cookmaid
Bacon's simple scullery maid
with all her beauty displayed
Pear,
cabbage
and melons-
in harvested still
life.
A
witty
juxtapose-
as her cleavage
show.
SHE WAS HER FATHER'S PRIDE
She used to be our father's pride
trained in the custom of the great land of oshimili.
enlightened by the western Encyclopedia
balance equilibrium
ADAOMA our fathers joy .
until she met Mr WHITE Master ceremony,
commander of cunningness,chief of liars
He swept her of her feet
Took her to the highest heaven
catch in the twilight of time ,lost in the moment of pleasure
divided in the concept of morality.
father wept in silence, full of regret
thought where he went wrong
consoling his pain with palm wine
searching in thought for answer
that never came.
She was a beautiful pride to the
clan ,
father would have killed thousand cows for her arrival,
the clan would have seen light at the end of the tunnel
ADAOMA left her pride and follow the price of emptiness.
Oh! sorrow full your door step
Mr White
You son of thousand fathers
She return home ,
father welcome her with a warm hug of embrace
but the pain left the wound in the old man heart.
ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
Let me tell you a story not a fairytale
Runookoro the heart bit of rivers and stars
home of men with balls and steels,
rugged entities, Serena tested, men mount.
abobi and man In green in tete-a-tete,
tete-a-tete became volcano explosion
matters turn soar, street casted ,abobi fell like tree.
Abobi live like eagle flying without wings
on that day, the heart bleed,the sky turn dark, the earth flood blood like rivers
voices echoes like ocean 'dem don kill abobi '
the tales hurt the heart,onlookers asked in silence 'na who kill abobi?
men mount in pressure,tears in the sun that never dried,Runookoro bleed in fire.
civic riot, Nepal unrest learn in silence
officials in siren ,homes on fire, street floored with graves
men run like Squirrels to no directions
the memories of the guns still leaves
Runookoro don catch fire, na who kill abobi ?
ANIEMEKA NATHANIEL
THE GREAT POET
Sitting on a long deck
At a trailer
In South Georgia
Wind in the Pine Trees
Reading Nathaniel Hawthorne
My stomach is empty
except for
this longing and guilt
A murder of Crows
loudly soar through
Creasing the boughs of the Pines
It is only
Them and I
And
Love that I left
Love that I lost
A hollow serenity settles in
I pull at the Scarlet Letter
Blazing on my chest
Hester exposed
As the Sun sets
A Possum skirts the front yard
Unnoticing me
He is my Kinfolk
An eater of ticks
An old world scavenger
Deceiving the world
Playing dead
Yet
I cannot
The blood on my hands
isn't mine
Dante Gabriel Rossetti famed for his femme fatales
some of whom were more than just his 'pals'
Frederick Leighton also adept@ art politic&diplomacy
nothwithstanding his 'ladies' portrayed so temptingly
Nathaniel Bacon posed vegetables artistically
alongside a 'model' so erotically
A cool Autumn morning we caught the bus,off at eleven without much fuss.One
and half return from 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 into the town end,crushed and crammed like cattle penned.
Mathews, Mortenson versus Nathaniel Lofthouse,a match for connoisseurs to watch. Wembly star Stan playing on at thirty eight still making inch perfect
crosses on a plate. Shimmy,side-step,feint and 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 an aged has-been but no better talent had ever been seen.
“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne
Fall
Whispers
Quietly
Playing gently
Dancing leaves, breathless
Praises singing
So calmly
Gifts of
Fall
N. Hawthorne encouraged us to do anything, something, (heroic?) even though life brings huge discouragement: "Tell me not, in mournful numbers, that life is but an empty dream ..." PSALM OF LIFE
I had to pen something like poetry today
It's World Poetry day, they say (internet ads)
Yet today is over, on its way, where we "stay"*
In South Africa. No internet on other phone
By chance I tried this (MTN service), won
A reprieve, a respite, an extension to the day
A list of best poems: Poe's Raven, Sonnet 18
By the bard (Shall I compare thee to a summers day?)
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's love poem
And Nathaniel Hawthorne's PSALM OF LIFE
So my work - brief, bearing light - is done
And off I run ... In donker** Suid Africa again
* STAY has US connotations with cohabitation and vacation. In RSA, it is used for "live" (as in, Where do you live/stay now?")
** "Donker' is dark or darkness, in Afrikaans. I used it because of loadshedding: our notoriety for electricity cuts that has business & people in "revolt" here.
“A flower of strange beauty, growing in a desolate spot, and blossoming in the wind.”
— Nathaniel Hawthorne
Blooming zinnias, swaying in the breeze,
Elegance attracting
cute little hummingbirds with ease,
Hues impacting;
Lemon yellow butterflies flit around,
Collecting sweet nectar,
Zinnias stand tall in the ground,
Sole protector;
Hearts flutter at the sight of these flowers,
Cheerfully spread good vibes,
Small, yet potent, they have powers
no tongue describes.
21st December 2022
For Constance La France's "Writing challenge - Zip, Zig, Zag, Zing" contest
Nathaniel Bacon
in still life happened upon
All manner of vegetable things
alive wih his brush did brilliantly bring
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
*Image of The Moon Looking At Full by Pixabay.
“No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.” – Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, 1850.
Pockets Of Moon and Men
Daylight is wiped away by a washcloth
transformed into a grayish dusk disguise
as an orb light removes a murky swath
its mask gone thus does the illusion dies
The facade exhibits cracked lines and holes
that crisscross its scenery seen in parts
an imperfect surface sway naught the souls
as amour captivate, affects sweethearts
It adjusts pained lives who have broken up
with all its flawed features mesmerize lives
minding trifling defects both share the cup
as keen as mustard errs also faults thrives
Opted pairs make-up after both were torn
Pocket-full-of-miracles pleased Hawthorne
2021 June 23
*1st Place*
ALL YOURS (Jun 25)
~~Brian Strand Judged 2021 June 26
*3rd Place*
Writing Prompt - Flawed
~~Constance La France: Judged 2021 June 24
Philip to Nathaniel said, “I have found
in Nazareth one foretold to be crowned.”
“From Nazareth could
come anything good?”
Nathaniel replied with sceptical frown.
“Truly here's a man without deceit,”
Jesus remarked when they came to meet.
“How come you know me?
Is surely a mystery.
You're the Son of God, and King complete!”
John 1.43-51
N-ifty
A-wesome
T-heme
H-as
A-pplied
N-ote
I-n
E-xcellent
L-ine's
B-irthday
A-crostic
L-etting
I-mportant
N-atal
D-ay
A-dvance
N-ame
Topic: Birthday of Nathaniel Balindan (October 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-ysterious
A-ilment's
R-abid
C-ontagion
N-astily
A-pplies
T-he
H-orrendous
A-ttack's
N-otorious
I-nfection
E-mploying
L-ink's
T-errible
U-nknown
T-o
A-ssault
A-ll
N-ations
Topic: Birthday of Marc Nathaniel N. Tutaan (June 03)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
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