SIX WOMEN PATIENTS
Six broken women lay down to rest
brown bodies all in a row
six long stories to tell with jest
six smiles with a million tears
race around ward releasing fears
just so
Six windows uncurtained offers
six sunny acacias buffered
trolleys reel, pills and bottles steep
surgeon makes his rounds with a nod
six students in tow
asking six silly questions to know
just so
Six hard beds high, sigh-slept many
linen stiff as a new penny
squishy meal of mieliepap mixed veggies
making six quite edgy
whose next for operation table no-one knows
they can though still touch their toes
just so
six sets of eyes close for night
dream of kids, chicken pie, golden flights
needles, nurses, morphine gone
no slips on escalator or hip joint pain
they reconnect their own wires, abiding fires
flowing into Aegian sea as African queens
awake back in ward, still here
wee patients not free, see ?
Matron says ‘Go pee’
just so
Categories:
acacias, character, emotions, environment, feelings,
Form: Couplet
Like a lighthouse defying the darkness with an unwavering light,
I've grown accustomed to sleeping with my eyes open, watching the edge of dreams,
afraid of being surprised by the veil of silence that falls unexpectedly,
seeking to hold the reins of this ephemeral world between my fingers,
until the final blink whispers a call toward unknown realms.
Like a lighthouse that refuses to fade at the break of day,
I keep the horizon of the sea captured in the enchantment of a desperate gaze,
I ask you to gently close my eyelids with the softness of a calm sunset,
for what was to be seen is already written on the canvas of time,
carefully draw these fine shutters over my eyes weary from watchfulness.
I hope the end comes late, in a night with a sky full of stars,
when the acacias shake their blossoms in a dance of scent and memories,
and silence settles gently, like a wave kissing the shore,
wrapping the story of life in a dream that will never be lost,
a dream in which the lighthouse's light will guide the soul toward eternity.
Categories:
acacias, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
On this day when
One walks outside
The fumes are coming off the roads
The mountains appear full of smoke
Dust is flying around seeking relief
Many seek for shade but none found
Oh, ye clouds that look promising
But they pass by
The earth is in thirst
Suffering for the sins of man
But for those which seek
Beyond their horizon
The living water is found within
Springing forth new life
No longer seeking outwardly
But inwardly to manifest
The Lord's unseen fountain
That is in our midst
Producing fruit of the spirit
“In that day the mountains will drip new wine, and the hills will flow with milk; all the ravines of Judah will run with water. A fountain will flow out of the Lord’s house and will water the valley of acacias.
Joel 3:18 NIV
“On that day a fountain will be opened to the house of David and the inhabitants of Jerusalem, to cleanse them from sin and impurity.
Zechariah 13:1 NIV
Whoever believes in me, as Scripture has said, rivers of living water will flow from within them.”
John 7:38 NIV
Categories:
acacias, fate,
Form: I do not know?
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
Categories:
acacias, celebration, christian,
Form: Free verse
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
Categories:
acacias, christian, word play,
Form: Didactic
clothed in drama
a pentecost poetic
chiastic
three stanzas long
the Spirit outpoured
in the Day of the Lord
portents predicted&
prescribed
called out
not cast out
the
ultimate reality
sealed&consumated
an atoning sacrifice
saving mercies
grace given
an expectation
engrained
in penitence& prayer
a focus fixated
cause with effect
in awareness of worship
interlocked
in perspective
the faithful restored
fresh
with abundance
of spiritual joy
affirmed
in a unique reality
of
deliverance&due reward
where acacias abound
before the Lord's overflowing
waters of life
a reasoned restoration
seasoned
in the coming of His day
in the midst of His people
inescapable
irresistible
an inheritance
to claim&
enjoy
Categories:
acacias, anniversary, birthday, christian,
Form: Verse
“SILENT ONE” – inspired poem
I
Musicians unite for a cause, no cause celebre
But small nursing homes not on maps, or Frail Care facilities -
Magically coaxing ancient responses and memories,
Ancient civilizations, loves village by village, bequeathing antiquities
II
Once, at a prayer meeting, in a troubled land
Four races came praying for rain, their drought’s end
To save quaint farms, healthy habits, good food, the Rand …
Oupa, Gogo, pundits under acacias, teaching a man to be a man
Categories:
acacias, appreciation, care, caregiving, earth,
Form: Alliteration
Weaver birds near Escombe, where I was raised ...
Doing their weaving with palm leaves, cut precisely
With little beaks, for bare Acacias across the yard ...
Now nests like fruit: wide downturned mouths - not for hospitality -
But for raising another free generation in RSA
RSA: Republic of South Africa, changing while not!
The more it changes, the more it stays the same
Only the desire for dollars & MacDonalds are taught and caught
Not America's law and order, creativity & efficiency -
We forgive ourselves ... as pastor Anil Kant (YouTube) sings to me
The life of the Spirit speaks loudly, yet without language
"Live for things above, not merely for those on earth;
Whom do you really serve? With equal zeal for Jesus?"
All the wealth - of old the gold, diamonds - of Africa
Won't ever save one human. Hark angels sing to us ....
Categories:
acacias, appreciation, atheist, faith, fate,
Form: Blank verse
I
The rains have washed the air
and landscapes glow in a soothing summer green
that perfectly tints the blue skies.
Grasses are dancing a samba of love and country,
Woodpeckers are flocking with a music of timber,
Beetles have tinged the acacias in a mating fashion,
Blooming Barbertons have leaned their hue towards the sun,
While earthworms are steadfast to till the land;
Creation seems to celebrate the communion of souls,
The lines in the palm of the creator are subtle
Yet, the emptiness of my heart is filled with nature's muse.
II
Boughs seek the next wind to rustle a new song;
I sit in this fluttering shade
and sing a poem of a better man than me.
There's so much to feel in this life,
And a whole lot to give to this world,
I have spent my years learning what
and what not to feel and a whole lot to give,
The conflict within a man seeking purpose
is but a river seeking the blue of the sea.
I don't question why it has taken so long to come here;
This is where fate brings me, a hermitage of peace.
08/06/17
Categories:
acacias, beauty, cheer up, color,
Form: Ode
There is a rocky path,
small fields on the left
and a mysterious forest on the right,
a fairyland.
Cold creek among the trees
running towards the lake.
A red short wall decorated with nettles
and a gate at the end of the road.
Winding hill, red brick steps on the side
with cones spread all around,
just like if someone dropped them in a hurry.
At the top of the hill, right behind the bushes
a castle surrounded by acacias.
In front of the entrance a nut-tree.
Further, rabbits, swings, a sandpit and a slide.
Flowers everywhere.
A small beach at the bottom of the hill
with a thick chain at the entrance
and a leaning willow at the bank,
next to a rusty, creaky pier.
Warm raindrops dripping from the sun,
air filled with whispers, magic and wild mint.
Black night sprinkled with stars
mirrored in the surface of the lake.
Categories:
acacias, childhood, magic,
Form: Free verse
When the sun goes down bleeding
beyond the hills yonder,
I will meet you under
the acacias.
As a souvenir I will keep
your lips in my books for history.
As a gift I will give you
my tears.
This desert of hate has bleached
my fingers, bone white.
I cannot write a monologue
of death in waning light.
I wake to sleep in blasts.
My palms hold out the great silence.
Satish Verma
Categories:
acacias, art,
Form: ABC
A frog overhead
the blossom acacias ?
only a kite....
Categories:
acacias, nature,
Form: Haiku
Our love isn’t at ease,
just like the wind in white acacias
and like a bead on child’s hand,
it’s not at ease.
In it they miss – wonderlands,
delights, flame and solace.
And none of us will call it my own
before it passes us on slightly.
And it will stay somewhere – far away,
unapproachable, uneasy.
And yellow leaves will whisper in snows.
Our love isn’t at ease.
It isn’t at ease.
Categories:
acacias, lovelove,
Form: Free verse