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WRITTEN IN THE SAND

WRITTEN IN THE SAND The Big Five—Africa’s pride in the vast open wild Buffalo, Rhinoceros, Elephant, Leopard and Lion Their prey—scattered Impala, Kudu and Waterbuck On hardened dust… their footprints prevail and stand WRITTEN IN THE SAND The proposal day--- carefully planned- a beautiful beach Red Roses, a Picnic, Sunrise and Diamond ring The petals—scattered on the soft damp sea tabloid Lover’s plea….a stick his pen, “Marry me—take my hand” WRITTEN IN THE SAND Early one morning--- He entered the dusty temple to teach Scribes and Pharisees brought her in—an adulterous Large stones…scattered for all to throw and accuse Jesus bent down… wrote with His finger on condemning land What was His message…..? WRITTEN IN THE SAND


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ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN

ANOTHER AFRICAN DAWN

The silence of the dawn even before
the first bird sings its unique little composition to the world
crispness of the previous night fills the air
encouraging a deep breath of purity before daily issues pollute 
how easy it is to replace this beautiful time of the day 
perceived importance of one or two extra hours of slumber
only the wisdom of an Omniscient Creator could perfect this orchestration 
each new day with such peace and promise-
the Eternal assurance of a new beginning

Dry, dusty, icy, bouncy, luxurious….. Land Rover 
morning expectancy contrasting half awake awareness
novelty of a time spent inconsistent with the predictability of standard sunrise routine
a contemplative- life assessment at break of day
wrapped up in awareness of the cold beauty and African spaces


Red Sun Competition    
 March 2013


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CUT THROAT

CUT THROAT

A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER--AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER

My son attended play-school three mornings a week
his sister still at home had just turned one
she loved her big brother—her hero and friend
strapped in her car seat-- a restriction she hated
we did the short trip to fetch him from ‘school’

The 5 minute drive home –full of his morning news
pictures created and people he had played with
pulled into our drive- way in no time at all
lunch time preparation as they watched cartoons on TV

Placing my purse in the room on my bed
I turned and was grabbed around the neck
sharp knife he held the steel tip close--cut throat
threatening to kill me if I struggled or shouted

Locking the bedroom door he commanded I hand over
anything valuable—demanding to know—where I kept a gun?
he pulled off my wedding band and helped himself liberally 
still holding the knife at my throat – precious sentimental things he stole

Comprehending the fact I was no longer in sight 
my baby’s stood at the door-- banged and cried
pleading with my assailant to do them no harm
he tied me up, cut the phone cord-- just laughed

Allowing my children into the room
locking us up from the outside within
my daughter was screaming, my son acting brave
trying to cut my  constraints with a nail file

With no phone connection trapped in my room
he boldly climbed out the window taking action
three blocks down the road—  only three years old
running to my sister’s home—screaming ‘call the police’

The trauma ended as we were finally set free
continued relentless, far beyond that day— constantly
this man who attacked causing extensive terror-- fear
was never located, escaping his crime-- forever free

A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER—AT HOME WITH MY BABY GIRL AND HER THREE YEAR OLD BROTHER

This happened to us in July 1991—since then crime has escalated out of control in South Africa… many not fortunate enough to tell the tale


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POETRY HEAVEN

oh what a wonderful group we make as we pen our poems and take a break our traits range from weird to strange in all probability certifiably deranged leaving legacies of genius in our wake


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ESCAPE INTO REALITY

ESCAPE INTO REALITY

Escapists---fantasizing about worthless things
Well trained in our worldly ways and feelings
Struggling to visualize our predestined callings
Escapists—fantasizing about worthless things

Reality-- disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings
Pursuing false perspectives and earthly inklings
Mistaking Believers as fake brainwashed beings
Reality—disregarding Eternal majestic dwellings


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BREAKING DAWN

Breaking Dawn Night sky frays to day Headlights make holes in the slate Driving out the dark © September 2013—Kim van Breda


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OBSESSIVE COMPULSIVE POET


insomnia night after night restlessness tense & disturbed lying awake the mind modifies mutates preceding delusional dreams consciousness remains alert creative and mindful words emerge falling like puzzle pieces perfectly clear brain on the ball title transparent insomnia creates another verse and so it continues.. imagination inspired though sleepless despair bedside lamps beam gentle glow ingenious words emerge and flow finally... morning light sets insomniacs free another poem is shaped fashioned—complete elated euphoria compulsive fixation communicating another verse Copyright-- Kim van Breda


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TROPHY TEARS


waking to timidity of the psyche the day feels doomed not right push through it all till night fall arriving home he seems so tall sensing weakness starts a fight pushing all buttons with insight trying to remain calm and strong he wins- trophy tears torch-song © October 2013—Kim van Breda


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BEAUTY


Beauty So exquisite Mirrored wrong perceptions Disguising hidden reflections Of past hurts and life’s cruel condemnation Lies beneath the surface Obscured mask of Beauty © Kim van Breda- 20 October 2014


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DESIRE

Desire His wide shoulders Flowed to narrowed waist Her eyes locked on his vast manhood Muscled sculpture captured smooth perfection Her tongue caressed his lower lip Spreading thighs he entered Fulfilling her Desire © Kim van Breda – 22 October 2014


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