The gigantic acacia tree would testify
Were it not for savage ravages of rot
That erase feeble living things that die
After decades under sun’s missiles hot.
And the birds that chirruped and flew
About as he trudged over hill and bend
Long went like all weak beings of flight,
And no more can lasting credence lend.
If old baobab trunks had tongues that turn
Methinks they would solid testimony avail,
Of how devoutly he toiled in dews and sun
And never refrained from heaven-sent toils.
But since baobab trunks unspeaking are
And birds such fleeting breaths have they,
Can cold unfeeling stones their version say:
Tell how over them hopped he on his way?
Though villainous eyes those labors saw,
Witnessing their tireless winds and turns;
None would ranks of vile ignominy break
And end this betrayal that achingly burns.
And for want of witness this sobbing soul
Perishes and dissolves like a soaking loaf
Amid bootless heavens’ amnesic lethargy,
As cruel decades to a rude century morph.
Beside the white oaks of the king's ferry
the heavenly princess resists control,
swatting sand flies off of her acacia crown
Night eyes will not hide a spotted sun
its oenomel translating
Tira's blessings in thorn mimosas,
vistas of aphotic and alabaster stripes,
fingerprints of virtue and violence;
—
Opposites attract
I can't look away
It’s silent on the savanna tonight
We creep toward the acacia trees
hoping to not see a lion or leopard
we have already been chased by wild dogs
the entire family is here, alert and aware
luckily we only need twenty minutes of sleep a day
this helps us survive
I BIRTHED ALONE
Twelve hours in velvet dark
I waited for your shaft
to penetrate my channel of desire
birthing purity and long lashes
You came without a doubt
Acacia branches making curtains
their feet digging deep for
numinosity of life
Wisdom of Time feeding a
penetration into waiting
moistness hidden thorns
creating circles of protection
Descent spiralled into eardrums
eyeballs, silently swirling spun
dividing space, minerals
unfolding with Earth’s rhythm
Her sister shed joyful tears
for soft arched feet
whilst pansy petals fell
for dainty fingers curling
As missionary I buried
sticky cord beneath Acacia
understood an elixir of truth
your departure
into shadows
You were gone
I birthed alone
©GhairoDanielsPoetry1997
FOG LIKE PHANTOM STREAMS
misty beauty, white ravines
make mornings meaningful
Acacia arboretum hold fast
At the breaking before breakfast
The new day, old friends, egrets
We are lost in the fog rolling over river waves, intoxicated with waters music.
I can see you only, and you can see only me,
while passion between us turns into endless blue.
*
In a flash, I can see
yours jump into the hug of insectoid past.
Dreaming fingers of mine and my long dark hair.
You are chasing your shadow while dreaming of me.
You will catch her only on the horizon.
*
The great wall protecting my soul is collapsing,
hit by your lips and words.
Frightened, my soul emerges out.
*
My flying words towards you are frozen
by dead bodies.
Our shoes are in love with the path
through the cemetery acacia.
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the big shirt jigged and flapped,
while the clothes line struggled
to gain control; wily birds
stamped their little feet to the
shirt’s sailing- ship, wild-blustered
rhythm; below, the fat garden
cat licked its lips as Mrs Bridges
prepared the evening meal, early.
The big shirt jigged and flapped,
While the clothes line…
From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed
Distinct your voice ever so grand
From the moment we shook hands
Upon your palms illusive strands
Blending with such beckoning lips
From the moment we shook hands
By subtle vibes I’d been eclipsed
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