Warm is a log fire Soft is milk with cream Gentle is a butterfly’s broad wings
Haiku XXIV
Category: Poetry
my lake to ocean grown
I stand before you – bare my soul – Arms open yet afraid To invite is to declare – Life’s closure is to stay And know the world outside my window Is my world and mine alone Where magpies sit on paled fence And after noon they’ve flown To feel is to extend and seek … Continue reading my lake to ocean grown
Haiku XXIII
the bubbling brook bristles frustration builds inside popping air from an ever natural stream
Freedom II
Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun That day he felt happy walking tall and straight The sun brought warmth to the travails of his fight A fight he’d surely ne’er for granted take Freedom looked down upon the villagers Within their village many roamed carefree But unlike Freedom they were unaware What they … Continue reading Freedom II
down the barrel
Black, white or brindle - oh, what do I care All living together - we breathe the same air Now old men with money raise protests with cunning What of the outcome? Down the barrel we stare Down the barrel we stare yet cannot see a thing Except for the throng - danger in story … Continue reading down the barrel
Limerick XXII
There was an adventurous fellow called Willy He hiked a mountain he felt way too hilly He got to the top Thought; shit, what a drop What an old silly-billy was Willy
Limerick XXI
Militants have a mindset they follow There is one truth – opinion is hollow Newspeak* is the way Free thought so passé In their own limited language they wallow *In George Orwell's dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four Newspeak was the fictional language used by the ruling party to limit freedom of thought. It is now recognised … Continue reading Limerick XXI
Limerick XX
Colour – it’s time to reflect On what defines us and the goals that we set Apartheid once ruled ‘Baasskap’* was the tool We are better, much better, than that *'Baasskap' was the Afrikaans term used to describe white supremacy in South Africa during Apartheid rule.
Limerick XIX
She gave a press conference on broadcast TV She checked the journos to make sure they could see The look on her face Faking compassion and grace Oh how self-righteous our leaders can be
Angst
No longer do I travel far Or shed the world I stood to view No longer do I move outside The land I yearned and crooned and streamed No longer do I love for sake (True love found in inner feeling) No longer do I seek success Or look to sunshine’s inner glow For it … Continue reading Angst
