Soft and feathery and illusive
Each word a woven world of fantasy
An artistic lair for the lunacy of emotion
Musical, distant and serene
Aesthetic shelters like seashells
Cast by the angst of the ocean
I feel the futility
after decades
of my fingers flitting
like dragonflies
over the keys
my once hopeful heart
shriveled and shrunken
as a plum into a prune
Shakespeare and Miller
Marlowe and Pinter
will never again
pick up the plume
to pen another
poem or play
yet they live on today
while my words
wither in the womb
Stillborn they are silently
whisked away unread
without a funeral
to the tomb
Translated from the Slovakian
I enlisted with the god of second chances
Knowing my chances were second to none.
I surrendered my soul and my passport
When I entered my new life’s routine
In service to the colors of France.
I’d pledged my honor and fidelity,
Or whatever romantic sh*te was required,
When I’d earned my coveted ticket
For the train ride from Marseilles to Toulouse.
A sheep that's learned to fill itself on meat.
The training was tough, but the treatment humane.
Not like the nonsense portrayed in the movies.
But I was prepared to march or die
On the day I was given my name,
Vojak Bojovnik, Légion étrangère.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
DIEN BIEN PHU
It’s important
what you get called
has a name,
one you can take
to the ivory
border
It’s important
what you’re called
is remembered the same,
today recollected
tomorrow
reordered
A mark on the stone
no longer
unknown,
your history and
legacy
rendered
Sapphire crystal
overlord set,
the past
eponymous
the future
—kismet
(The New Room: February, 2021)
Alias
Also known as (A.K.A)....
No judgment
No regrets
I hate with fury
I love like no other
I have been called a bastard & S.O.B
Every name in the book
My mind travels to undiscovered places
My words most likely will offend
My choices aren't always right
I will own any of those choices if asked
No explanations given
Ryan is the first
de Rossi is the last
That is me!
6/25/20
You earned it
The right to
Stand out
To show your true colors
To go by the name
That best represents
The real authentic you
The you you’ve grown into
Select your pen name
With utmost care
Flaunt your uniqueness
Divulge your true colors
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on March 11, 2019
Last Name, First Name (Nom Prénom)
To address a person by their surname,
Rather than their given shows disrespect,
Attests, this is vulgar and profane
To the individual referenced.
If the intent is to use the latter,
Say Mr., Mrs., Miss or Ms. prior,
Be courteous and display good manners;
Refined behaviours will take you further.
Given names are chosen and assigned at birth,
To human beings for distinction with class,
It’s polite to address people by their first,
With a salutation before their last.
Though the use of surnames is prevalent,
It’s an unpolished cultural etiquette.
Nakameche, my nom de plume, born on the 17th day in the month after June, a typhoon, tycoon, a disastrous, resplendent, handsome, rich dude, nothing mendacious or fictitious, a poetic bishop, an inheritance of God’s bonafide boon, the stars watch me as I watch them, they whisper graphic symbols that only Nakameche can translate with a pen, thy felt tip double dipped in Eve-n-Adam’s blood, on glazed onion skin, written in love, rainbows, waterfalls -n- warbling doves, colored in passion, sketched with graphic symbols in a design fashion, to love me is all I’m asking, Nakameche, my nom de plume, born on the 17th day in the month after June, Nakameche possess his own galaxy, his own sun, his own stars -n- his own moons, born Nakym Sheffield on the 17th day in the month after June, Nakameche, my nom de plume.
Be on the look
Out my new book
Admire My Style
By: Nakym Sheffield
Coming soon, Barnes
And Noble, Amazon
-N- Apple iTunes
Or a store near you
Sign nothing here with cursive strokes;
Attend your craft with profound mood;
You word to steer what thought provokes;
See to fine draft that flavours food.
Note what you say as meaning shows;
Opt for a voice that calmly speaks;
Meet need to play with touchy flow.
Do prime a poise without a leak;
Embark on lines that create form;
Piquant to taste that sanguine feel;
Litter is fine for lousy norms;
Urge goes to waste in rancid deal;
Mull over stuff that touch forfeits;
Enthuse enough anon receipt.
Leon Enriquez
03 July 2014
Singapore
Step by step I entered a room...
Step by step I approached my chair...
Slowly, people entered the same room...
Slowly, they approached their own chairs...
As the room was filled,
the lights dimmed out...
As the people quieted down,
curtains at the end of the room slowly opened...
Step by Step I entered a room...
Step by step I approached my chair...
Slowly, people entered the same room...
Slowly, they approached their own chairs...
Silence was embedded across the room,
as music was displayed....
Lights exhibited the whole stage behind the curtains, except....
a single spot at the front....
As the music began to fade away,
A spot light sparkled that single spot....
and the people in that room....
stood in applause to what was revealed....
Fairouz was the one standing in that spot
ready to perform....
Ready to sing and act...
As the audience calmed down and watched...
Sah El Nom, an Arabic word which means "Good Morning", was the name of that play...