my ostrich shell painted with
springbok and entangled daisies
blowing in icy wind
I drink yolk and albuminous
whisperings along rushing waves
we are soft dreams where
a fishing boat stood
buildings now deserted
¥
storehouse freshly painted in ochre
fishing nets drawn alleluia
dreams float with the sardines
drinking coke we celebrate catch
wind skips along Hout Bay shore
daisies clap wild petals yellow
shells smashed we eat boiled yolk
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No glamour here in the South Bay
where function and industry reign
just an occasional seagull is seen
gliding over the steel grid power lines.
The daily westerly winds whistle
swaying a small fleet of sailboats
buoys bob along a mariner’s course
as he navigates the currents.
Ships of all shapes and sizes
quietly line the edges of the bay
docked or moored in place
patiently waiting their turn at sea.
An unearthly silence lingers
around the salt flats that arise
staking their claim at the south shore
a monument to the “bitter end”.
It is peaceful here…without pretense
where the hum of traffic is heard
endlessly moving along an offramp
while the random seagull flies above.
What is the water of the Bay?
Is it the water that gives life to others?
Is it more than that?
As I look from atop the mountain I see beauty in the bay.
The water around her feet makes her seem like she is walking across the waterline.
As she sings with no one around I hear beauty in her voice.
If only she knew that she had beauty in voice, heart, and vision.
At least I know the truth of her love as I can see the vision of perfection.
Of course, my vision of perfection is when the person does not see themselves as more than humble.
That is the concept of true beauty when they realize that the quality of being humble is beautiful. It is only one concept, but it is the most important.
It is Destiny as her voice sings it proudly!
Those we love don’t go away
They walk beside us every day
All acts of ours, they okay not
They set us right on the spot
Extra attention towards us they pay
Like guards, they keep our foes at bay
All kinds of issues, with us they discuss
Thus, save us from all forms of fuss
For us, they lay roads full of flowers
In our distress, counsel us for hours
It matters not, whether they are near or far
They come to our rescue, wherever they are
Say goodbye to May, Don't stay on the warm way, Bay sun emits warmer ray, Hot day makes grass as hay, And even clay becomes decay.
12k, 7.46 mile race from the SF Bay to the Pacific Ocean
They start at the Bay near downtown San Francisco,
And they 'Break" at the great highway by the sea
Oftentimes, exiting my front door was just a notion
The ocean was blocks from where they started,
And the chilly waters of the Pacific never departed
May times we would simply sit in the sand and stare
Sometimes, the kids played in the sand in the cool air
The 'Breakers' broke near my door steps
and headed East, North, and South.
Oh what relief they always felt
with the increase of their self-worth
And I was pleased that they had ran
and finished their 12K race
Sunset in Manila Bay
is like a knocked over palette,
soft reddish night pollution
stains the sea
surface waves
are too romantic
over dolomite sands.
The sun beat down on a languid sea as a million diamonds danced and sparkled
on the surface of the water.
The red-tinged cliff hung over the beach, threatening to envelop an unwary walker.
Above, the sky was so bright and blue, whilst on the horizon a misty hue.
The rolling hills are so verdant yet bleak, with small cumulus clouds atop the peaks.
Have you heard the story,
in all of it's fun and glory.
It is about a young girl named Lori,
she went with a boy named John Dory.
She went running to the lavatory,
was this going to become inflammatory?
Eating blue cheese and old pickles each day,
sitting by the bay.
Her boyfriend John Dory just wanted to play,
she kept saying no way.
Now on her birthday,
she is getting a baby not a blue jay.
Sea’s green water gleams
Warm wind massages the sand
Sun’s inviting smile
The mystic bay channels my
every emotion moving slowing
throughout tunnels and vessels
of my mind tampering with
my infamous glow my tangible
smile gathering mirth as i am
quite taken with self the heart
of my magnificent being tasting
the glamorous hues of heavenly
bliss coasting daintiness balanced
so well embracing thoughtful
interludes chastised mannerism
created just so as i continue
flowing between this galaxy of
stars twinkling magnitude offering
nothing an yet so glorified, fulfilled
with every inch of the fine wonders
of enduring this wide open grandeur
beyond a whisper blindly heard
bravely singing my own masterpieces
the notion a fine rapture of proses
carried out across the mystic bay
I was sitting on the dock of the bay listening to a song
when Otis Redding happened to come walking along.
He said, "You watching the ships roll in?"
I said, "Yeah, and then watching ‘em roll away again."
He said, "That stuff's really dug by some,
but I think it’s all pretty much ho-hum."
A learned man in his discourse once said,
Fear sin, fight with and save from sin your skin,
To which a long silent sage objected:
Stop this slaughter of self, sink in your sin.
The learned man looked up from his discourse
To say, what a fine mantra: Sink in sin!
And asked: I’ve got the cart, pray, where’s the horse?
Here ‘tis: Seek thy solace from what has been,
Beware, never to think of mind’s monkey.
It’s hard still to keep one’s monkey at bay,
More ye try to miss, more it gets naughty,
An humble man from crowd had this to say:
Fight nor fear sin, nor run away from scene,
As witness watch from wings— involved, nor keen.
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Sonnet | 05.02.14, revised Jan 2025| humour, mind
Poet’s note: One’s true Self is atman, body nor mind, nor intellect. Atman is an enabler and never acts, but merely watches as a witness. If you try to keep mind away from sin, the mind will think all the more of sin. So, watch the mind’s monkey as a witness.
I sold you, you sold me
There's no more bargain.
Eyes don't lie,
You saw me as just an emotional guy
Now you are thinking
Where all the emotions got drained.
Emotions are bound to come and go
After a decade of silence don't you think so?
Dr Bay reinstated but hey.' Did he commit some crime?
Is that on our minds.? Well he had argued for medical
Discretion in the matter of that dratted injection.' A body
Known as A H P R A not in government ranks.' Acted real
Ilegal just slapping in bans, hounding and harrasing good
Practitioners who showed any impartiality ! And their hubris arose, they banned coreners from publishing results
Of deaths..' no stoop was too lowley, no remorse no
Regret, yet now have lost a court ruling Dr Bay is now free
To discourse to warn others, this sounds good to me.'
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