It is national learn what your name means day.
I would like for you to share what your name means with us.
If you know just soupmail me with it, if you don't look it up and soupmail me. Or share it in the comments. I will try to over the next few days to add them all to the list. Also, if there is sentimental meaning add that.
Sarah/Sara=princess, woman of high rank, noblewoman, lady, or happy. Sara no h gives a modern, airy feel to the name. The sentimental part is that I was adopted (they did not change my name) therefore, I believe that I was named for my biological father's mother whose name was Sarah Alma but was called Alma. She may have been called Alma because she was named for someone in the family named Sarah as well. Please share with us your name's meaning.
A governess, a guardian of the young, so known and dear as to be called “Mother” and a noblewoman, just barely 12 by age, named Portia, sit talking as the sun sets the stage for a cool, cloudless night.
“Mother, who invented candlelight and the slow, delicate brush of lips?”
“Some rakish boy, pawning his experience for present pleasure, no doubt.”
“Say true, Mother. If you were a man, would you find this common body worthy of love?”
“You show no blemish child, and display a certain bony voluptuousness - I should think.”
The governess begins to comb and braid Portia’s hair for sleep.
“I saw Portincio this morning, in the courtyard.”
“The boy from Padua?”
“He’s a man Mother, and his cast portents a passion so sweet - it shakes my very frame.”
Mother chuckles, “Even hopeless birds sing in cages.”
“I am not hopeless!” Portia writhes angrily, like a snake about to strike but mother calms her.
“Shoo, shoo, now,” Mother purrs, brushing all the more gently, “I meant nothing of it.” After a moment, she continues, “Love is more than coquetry, little one, and it soon passes - like a parade, or a rash. For now, be happy, you are like the chaste stars - unreachable.”
PATIENCE AND IMPATIENCE.
Patience is morality they say,
That: does not function with a noblewoman whose man is far away.
Won't she alleviate her fever with another man?
Perhaps the one who is not apt of being with her.
Impatience they say wrecks commodity
Not when they slap your father in your presence
And you say, patience is life.
You shall be tagged a bastard.
This life has its own vices.
Patience works when needed
Yet, impatience complements your patience when you are off guard.
For, the world is filled with evildoers.
Patience cools things down
While uncertainty makes things aggravate.
Yet, Impatience solves a case in the court
For when an attorney is too cool, he is tagged as a lout.
©Fawass Olalekan Adelabu
Oh my brother Sebastian, where can he be?
I lost sight of him after our ship was sunk in the sea.
His death seems now like a great possibility.
However captain, his clinging to a floating mast did you see?
Captain, what is this land called? I must know.
You say that it is Illyria, and its duke is Orsino?
Well, to the door of his palace I must go
and seek work and refuge as a man named Cesario.
I dare not reveal my true identity as Viola.
Duke Orsino is in love with a noblewoman named Olivia.
Olivia has recently lost both her father and brother.
Deeply in mourning, she won't be visited by another.
If you are curious about this story and the situation,
I will write some more and describe its continuation.
based on the play "Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare
See the snapping of love,
I think he's angry at the metal glove.
He finds it hard to see the queen,
Overshadowed by the ornamental screen.
Who is that stinging near the pen?
I think she'd like to eat the Plzen.
She is but a little woman,
Admired as she sits upon a noblewoman.
Steady arms wide just like an eagle,
Love needs no flight, it flows like the seagull.
She's not alone she brings a bird,
a pet bee, and lots of cowherds.
The bee likes to chase a girlfriend,
Especially one that's in the carrick bend.
The love shudders at the scary flower
He wants to leave but she wants the meteor shower.
6/13/19
written by
James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Your nature is a painting that gives birth to each warm hue.
My nightingales are free among your clouds and skies.
Your sweet soul and my brother: I live only for these two.
And thoughts of your kind kiss, no earthly thing defies.
I have grown to be a spearman
Of your right hand, noblewoman.
Wife or maiden; your grace will gain my servitude
Because your understanding warmth's a rose skirt
Of soft and chaste loving that I couldn't hurt,
Where beasts yearn to give your heart due gratitude.
Sandro
Mastering his skill of painting, diligent to detail, color, and Frescos (Sistine Chapel)
Born in Florence, Italy, apprenticed as a goldsmith, then later with a master painter
By 1472, he had his own workshop where he created most of his works
Painting his Early Renaissance and Gothic Realism art plus doing church Frescos
He feared marriage saying it gave him nightmares, so he never married or had children
However he did love a married noblewoman and asked to be buried at her feet and was
In his later life, he was accused of "keeping a boy" but he was dismissed of charges
Yet he died in disgrace. His art remains in churches and galleries forever beloved
Botticelli
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April 3, 2016
Poetry/Bio/Sandro Botticello
Copyright Protected, ID 16-774-483-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
(Real name - Alessandro di Mariano Filipepe)
tiny wings flutter
rainbows appear, enchanting
noblewoman nods