I
Namibia is my most beloved country,
Like it is a marvellous Beulah land
With a mighty will, great glory
So, be glorified, my free Motherland.
From red sand deserts to the shining shores
And the sun gives me its setting,
Echoes of the seagulls melodied its choruses,
Masterpiece of Paradise is mesmerizing.
II
Wisdom of the people is ancestor-given
As whose blood waters our freedom is glorified,
Their heroism is unforgotten
And the blessing of diverse culture is bespoken.
What makes me so proud today?
Being a Namibian and free is what I cherish
My love for the Motherland is displayed everyday
May the dreams of my country flourish.
Categories:
bespoken, appreciation, independence day, patriotic,
Form: Ode
as it ticks to walk
a way goes, often in for another
rounds of bells, daring
caring as carriage
to bespoken
left wing goes
wanderers does
innocent with blames
love letters
pickup lines
campbell's soup lies, without a droopy
nothing likes hert
miss interpret that
intrepid repose cats
lakey at edminton
empty pens in his mouth
Categories:
bespoken, appreciation,
Form: Italian Sonnet
Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although it be hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
Categories:
bespoken, dark, deep, emotions, perspective,
Form: Free verse
Long ere breaths a chalice dawn, eternal
trials beleaguered gone, test the wayward course
yon distant clinks, bespoken image seized
his past governed weights in tallied journals
that time possess and nonesuch empty force
where quills and parchment favor bags clang-freed.
Light gusts midst a low mountain scroll past fish
and bread, the first author writes his new creed,
"God is Emmanuel" with us, endorse,
"Jesus is God's Messiah" ... crowds, Jewish
profit taxes, Prophet souls ... source.
Categories:
bespoken, allusion, analogy, beautiful, bible,
Form: Curtal Sonnet
I welcome the feeling
of leaving behind …
No Facebook, no Twitter
no Email to blind
Controlling the message
undigitized truth
My mind free of programs
my spirit induced
Where magic is whispered
no texting or bytes
Bespoken the voices
I hear in the night
My memory stays active
not stored in the Cloud
Rebooting what’s under
— enlightenment’s shroud
(The New Room: January, 2024)
Categories:
bespoken, computer,
Form: Rhyme
You cannot surrender
passion
Kill the seeds
of a new dawn
Silence
a word bespoken
Or finish
—what can only start
(Dreamsleep: November, 2023)
Categories:
bespoken, passion, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
The child of
a desert wind
and a mystery …
he swept across the land
Knighting each moment
with martial intent …
death
at his command
All enemies chosen
with glorious care …
each battle
zero sum
His legend immortal
written in blood …
the future bespoken
—eternity's son
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Categories:
bespoken, time, war,
Form: Rhyme
The gulf between us
is such a yawn.
It's boredom
drawn out
in endless re-runs.
Opposites are meant to
attract like magnets,
north and south.
Right!
But our chasm is abysmal.
It's a melody of maladies
and sick jokes bespoken
by a stand-up
with yawning incompetence
standing on a cliff,
shouting into the distance
while peering into the gulf
of what might have been.
No one's listening.
Right!
Categories:
bespoken, relationship,
Form: Free verse
The invasion upon us
attacked by a neighbor
no village is safe
their scourge overruns
The enemy dressed
as civilian turistas
our border wide open
and freely they come
No shots have been fired
or prisoners taken
the keys to our arsenal
willingly loaned
Our schools now infested
with quotas bespoken
surrounded and cornered
—the fault but our own
(McAllen Texas: September, 2022)
Categories:
bespoken, america,
Form: Rhyme
The world is becoming
impossible to govern
Each person that island
Donne warned us about
All sense of belonging
in mirrors bespoken
The strength of shared values
—our vanity flouts
(Dreamsleep: February, 2023)
Categories:
bespoken, vanity,
Form: Rhyme
Some were songbirds silenced
in the morning of their youth.
Frightened by night shadows
heavy droning drawing nigh,
filling eyes with longing tears
and hours of sleepless cry.
Some lived in a daydream
graced with symphonies of sound,
technicolor images, voices did
surround a head in fascination
with all the world it saw.
Call it mental streaming
without a single flaw.
People of a certain fashion,
romantics of their time,
lived in want of picket fences,
whose new dawning of a day
trimmed in daisy flowered wishes
and vowels bespoken of,
promised life’s extreme quintessence,
the character of love.
The poet's heart is viewing
fundamentals of divine.
Peeking into clouds of glory,
soul of fondness grows.
Blessed by reassurance,
old songbird's feeble praise
baptized in the spirit’s strength,
renewed voices it can raise.
10/16/2022
Categories:
bespoken, age, life, strength,
Form: Free verse
I have a beautiful garment my father gave to me
He too got it in an occasion of manumission from slavery
Beautiful garment he celebrated in remembrance of that jubilee
Before he handed it over to me as a sign of always being free
What a garment!
My fantasy lured me to sew it into an apparel of simplicity
My beautiful garment with natural colours to show my domesticity
Which I gave to my friends who claimed they know a London tailor
Was given to an unskilled cutter called Mr. Taylor
What a gaffe!
Who made patches on it like annotations made by annotator
When my reasoning compelled me to agitate the awful patches made all over the exterior
The bespoken tailor stood speechless and indifferent
While my friends request another opportunity for adjustment
What a grief!
With my assessment, can I believe such proposed resolution
When my lamentation has gotten me a better recommendation with good execution?
My heart is once again lifted by a testimonial that boost my morale
That I shall wear my apparel of simplicity for the whole world to hail.
Categories:
bespoken, political,
Form: Rhyme
Waking every day
finding part of me behind
The loom threadbare and empty
no yarn there left to find
Coming apart in pieces
stitches lose their hem
Expectations falling fast
inching toward the end
Daylight into darkness
bespoken twill in threads
Voices used to mend and fit
silenced, like the dead
Sleeping with the remnants
dreams of memories lost
Desperations patchwork quilt
—blanketing the cost
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Categories:
bespoken, dream,
Form: Rhyme
Here I am weary in my entreaties,
there’s no one here but a man and his dog
alone among my rambling reveries
and a small libation to clear its fog.
To God bespoken that I may foresay
my own confessions at the water’s edge,
where the dull debris of time ebbs away
and harbingers of death gaze from their ledge.
For here upon this cold Stygian sea
drifts a hollow vessel its depths to fade -
a broken wreckage of a lost glory
where hope is sunk and its memory laid.
Look, all I ask and all I want from you,
Lord, is to have my cake and eat it too.
Written: January 1994
Categories:
bespoken, birthday, introspection,
Form: Sonnet
Owed
to soar
in self-pride
wreck must endure.
Adored, bespoken, and kindly estranged
Written: February 11, 2022
Categories:
bespoken, analogy, courage, encouraging, endurance,
Form: Tetractys
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