These poems were composed by means of a deterministic process called Natafero. Birth/death dates are used to create a number sequence which is used to read through a source text in which words, and or phrases, are extracted, creating a found-text poem.
delacroix
France,
settings,
saw brushstrokes
looked for
restrained Romanticists
turbulent contemporary
Flemish
The Greek’s Romantic movement :
painting.”
was he
the enduring Delacroix
vivid lasting proud
the lions almost decorative
well
lived
hopper
had study
Although
styles effect
was began to
who of work
Railroad,
From whether New
even all-
night own
by example
suffused dark
despite
palette,
o’keeffe
O’Keeffe
individ-
ual child
York.
of ideas friend
Alfred
influential
seen later,
that personal
promoter
O’Keeffe stark
of there
inspiration
close-
ups compel
new the shadow.
the simple austere
Monthly Archives: July 2022
Poetry from John Edward Culp
HOCUS SCOTUS
I'll Ride that
Kangaroo with or without the
Gavel.
EASE UP and JUSTICE is
NATURAL with
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
Poetry from Sayani Mukherjee
Hibiscus By Sayani Mukherjee A yellow blur. The sea swans forth The home saddles with Moon thistle and silver spread gleam. A token of nudge at the door A little grief over lost poems Of losing a decades high A family of past remembrance Locked up in acrylics of Pomegranate smudged souls; A lace curled up Full of feminine rhymes. It's my penmanship to own Loose disjointed freestyles Like a dove, an alcove, a pine tree. The untrodden nudges At the peak end A forest full of mystery A theatrical stance Over the old bright city A fancy out of space and while Casually misfit, a tropical cloud. Too much showers drown the island in me Then suck with Pansies and whims Two poles of wide apart In the middle, a threadbare silence A red string of millions Footsteps, raspy echoes, an old lane Illicit with bright red longing. I clasp a hibiscus In the middle a bright ruby red The house clasps knot A light within A full moon fall A yellowed red dance.
Poetry from Ridwanullah Solahudeen
THE NIGHT BOAT If anyone asks, I will say it is not an adventure Setting a boat in an evening tide, But on a misty morning With agile waves With no clear figure What the day holds in her folded hands is This is to say that, It's better to travel at night than in the day Because, that was how my grandmother was taken ashore And she didn't return And when I will visit the Island in the future, I pray that I row in a night boat too Without our soul sitting in the dock, a leg in, a leg out For that costs twice To put both legs to sea at once.
Poetry from Aisha MLabo
BLUSHING BRIDE By Aisha MLabo She is like a star to the world Darling to all center of attraction The prettiest piece of flesh Cynosure of all eyes Glowing in her cocktail outfit Her veil falls soft over her curly hair And her skin is a wintry cream With her velvet high heels Adorned with hearts walkable and pretty Holding amaryllis in her hands That brings her splendid beauty She have a euphonious voice Oh black beautiful blushing bride! After the twenty four hours period, she was getting hitched. Short Bio Aisha MLabo writes from Katsina state and she is currently studying at Umaru Musa Yar'adua University,Katsina.
Poetry from Muhammed Sinan
IN-SIGHT The tiny virus locked her on a smelly hospital bed Alone as deserted in sand dunes No one to talk to and take care of I saw her screaming with pain and losing her mind A mother of two smart offsprings Sometimes she laid like the dead The ventilator looks like a new organ Nurses in astronaut dress trying their best to save her life I can sense my heart weeping On the plight of that lonely grandma
Collaboration between artist Thomas Fink and poet Mark Young
from 100 Titles from Tom Beckett:
#84: Whose Skin Might This Be?
To be comfortable in your own skin is the beginning of strength.
Charles Handy
Alcohol acts as a sedative. Hormones
die down, dopamine starts to fire. I am
more relaxed, sorting out in my mind
the more meaningful aspects of my life
by writing down notes about them even
though I do not process language by an
analysis of its grammatical categories.
Our personalities, the environments
that nurture us, make us who we are.
Character has an inherently moral cast.
That an assassin has their own moral
code is something few people talk about.
To be comfortable in someone else’s
skin is the beginning of compassion.
#85: Scanning Barcodes
starts a new life of piety & righteousness
can put a child in serious danger of injury or unnecessary medical care
sometimes makes an individual decide to perpetrate a sexual crime on another person
makes some people say they feel exhausted & sad after doing it
makes other people turn to pornography to self soothe their anxiety or depression
is generally associated in the Western world with Right-wing populism
can cause your body to release a number of hormones
may cause inflammation of the pancreas
is a pejorative label used to discriminate against “new religious movements”
helps dogs to develop patience
causes your tyres to wear down more quickly
kills more than 480,000 people in the U.S. each year
will not lead to blindness
Note: The poem ‘Scanning Barcodes’ has appeared previously in Scud. Our thanks for permission to include it here.