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Whisper

There’s an odd creature on my shoulder
that whispers when my head tilts right. 
When I am quiet it gets bolder,
when I’m bolder it gets a fright. 

More often than not 
it lies when it speaks,
and the almost-truths that it tell
have the most danger to wreak. 

You should see how it grins
when I’ve done what it said. 
Or how the grin gives way to teeth,
when I’m slow to be led. 

Yet not always bad,
it comforts me at times.
It reminds me of happy things
when I’ve committed its crimes. 

Night-whispers, like old folktales,
bring dread to my mind. 
When it makes even small shadows
into monstrous shades maligned.  

This creature on my shoulder,
so odd and so small, 
brings me troubles and terror 
when its whispers into my ear starts to crawl.

Copyright © Simeon Labuschagne | Year Posted 2024



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The Sound of a Poem

The sound of a good poem;
words that roll over the tongue
fall into the ear
ricochet off the mind
and berth at the heart.

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The Forgotten Child of the Four Seasons

Winter slowly wakes with an ice-cold nose.
Spends much of its time sneezy winds it blows. 

Spring’s wardrobe full of floral foulard feigns change.
Dresses then frolics in daydreams of blue-sky mountain range. 

Summer stands tall at the peak of its height.
Glistening body, warm bright smile, and remains everyone’s delight. 

Autumn, the forgotten child of the four seasons,
hides behind Summer, always runs to Winter, and envies Spring without reason.

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Ruach

They freely live in Darkened Pass
with feet down chained
and hands held fast
to gods of sand and glass.

For in the shadow of Darkened Pass
no life can hold its own and last.
With passion each gasping for air, but
breath has no Breath.

In the light of Heaven's Pass
where feet run free
and hands held high to
the Son Of God leaves His seat

To go down to Darkened Pass
to lose His life to bring to life
and give Spirit to the air,
so that breath may have its Breath.

Copyright © Simeon Labuschagne | Year Posted 2024


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