Best Breda Poems
Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café
We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a veritable treat
Yasmin the sneak had their names withheld
we're apprehensive yet still by curiosity propelled
My fingers are crossed to meet Eileen
fave poetess mine, the Passionate Queen
dare I wish to meet hamsome Ryerson
not to mention Anne-Lise Andresen?
On first glance the café seems somewhat rowdy
from one of the corners a chorus of "Howdy!!!"
heaven help!! I'm rooted to the spot
all my fave poets from the Souper pot
The Queen of Passion, my special friend
Eileen Ghali, an angel heaven-sent
with open arms and that beguiling smile
that's touched us all over thousands of miles
I spot our Father Christmas, Jackie Ellison
Oh my, mercy me, the hamsome Tim Ryerson
then the beautiful being, Anne-Lise Andresen
and our pretty young doll, Anne Poetess Currin
Andrea, crack writer and popcorn freak
and Nette Onclaud, Madame Linguistics
the talented and sweet Leonora Galinta
oh, for a long time I've longed to meet her
There's the much-loved Reach-Out Lamoureux
a stylish gentleman, delighted to meet you
our very own Linda who happiness spreads
memorable the day as Brown Licia meets Red
He who writes poetry with a golden pen
bestest, fantasticest, hamsomest friend
Rich-Heart Seal-ed Door, my bruv from abroad
by his smile I'm bowled over; by his charm I am awed
I'm jumping with joy at my fave poets meet
befuddled, bewildered; who first to greet?
midst the mountain of talent I'm on a positive high
overwhelmed, I simply break down and cry
This one needs a whole lot of polishing and smoothing
out, but I was too excited to submit it. I'll iron out the
crinkles soon. LOVE TO YOU ALL, LICIA
THE CANDLE
candles gulp and flicker
in a new altitude
old caves of crazy
waxed out warning
stars
plummeting to their
dark new address
less stressed
than before
in absence I revolve
shrouded in my resolve
of deceitful sheets
a constellation
shattered rainbows
and chandelier
antiques
© Kim van Breda
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
"Poetry Souper Heroes: The Sequel"
by: Eric L. Boddie
As we last saw, Anita Sharma was coming in
What's that Melody Thomas, I had to ask my friend
It's called Falling Raindrops, Kim Patrice Nunez is the singer
By German composer Kim van Breda, rumor has it she's a swinger
She lives on Lin Lane in the house where there is a Mystic Rose
Tom was a country boy, but Laura? Urbaniak I suppose
Becca Teagan walked by as we heard the sound of a gun
She then fell to the ground, oh my, what has Cherl Dunn
Soon after, officers Ian Guyler and Connie Marcum Wong pull up as the scene diminishes
All we could tell them was these are simply the Remnants Of Some Silly Experiences
She lost her job as a teacher because she told the kids, on every Paige, Reed for yourself
But when the principal fired her, who would have thought she would have taken her last breath
This was all too disturbing, Andrea Dietrich said let's go to the dance
But when we got inside all it said was Charmaine Chircop vs Casarah Nance
I said where is the dance, she said welcome to the mud fight
There's a family tag team handicap main event, Terry and Chante Reeves vs Sophiya Kamil tonight
I said will this degradation of women ever cease
And that's when Robert Stoner Jr. told Stella, "Fullard is slang for obese"
That's when Kelly Deschler came in, armed to the t, and said the violence is about to increase....
to be continued....
Breaking Dawn
Night sky frays to day
Headlights make holes in the slate
Driving out the dark
© September 2013—Kim van Breda
PEOPLE WHO DON’T SAY GOODBYE
people who don’t say goodbye
are born this way and this is
how they die
keepers of promises
hearing the fake on your
take and turning it
into an original copy
a lifetime of open doors
holding on before the
letting go
strangers who need
strangers lighting
candles of loyalty
tearing clocks apart
these are the people
we meet in the dark
© Kim van Breda—18 January 2016
I look at remains of the morning craving
it deep
more time to manage my life
and complete
Can my cramped life handle one
more thing?
can the eyes of our soul see
life’s swing?
No single advantage gained
to hurry
a thousand broken things missed
to flurry
Bulls in a china shop we break
our lives
missing precious moments as
trivial thrives
Worlds addicted speed mechanics
skills maintain
blur unholy moments and smear
mercy drains
They say time is money- that is
not true
this is what God intended for us
to do:
time to breathe deeply
time to see what’s real
time to laugh longer
time to rest peacefully
time to give Him the Glory
time with Him in Eternity
“We are merely moving shadows and all our busy rushing ends in nothing” –
Psalm 39:6
©September 2013—Kim van Breda
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
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
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
CASTRATED
In ebony
air on flight
through night
nothing is
big or too
far off
figuratively
speaking streams
forgetful surf
high pitch screams
sandpits churn
tough turf
a wastage
of
egg rock
inert
© Kim van Breda—10 November 2015
RUBBISHITROCKS
rubbish bins rot their
stenchsimmers in dark
lanes
the gluttony of pots
slopslaughters of
remains
rodents hiding behind
verminrocks
stonethrowers
feeble weedywarts
carcasses fried with
flies in the heat
of stillstopping
hearts
who knock at the door with violins unstrung…
to bid enter would force a
stand before their
watercoloured
court
where writes turn
to anaemic
amoebia’s of the
fragileflopfaint
verses of yawn open doors
to drain the wounds
of weary wacko’s
in their wake
@ Kim van Breda
SUMMER FALLS
April heralds Summers March
as she leaves behind her warm glow
in blazing trail of red and orange hues
pursued by winds she trips and Falls
chastened to submit to colder paths
stormy clouds-- thunderous showers
shedding garments of leaves and color
exposes herself baring dark squall bruises
behind fragmented damp misty wisp
SUMMER FALLS AS WINTER CALLS
© Kim van Breda—April 2014
(The start of another winter here in Cape Town)
“THE GREATEST BATTLE EVER FOUGHT”
A woman dressed in sunlight- standing on the moon
Crowned with gold stars-about to birth a Son soon
Another image alongside her –fiery and fierce
A dragon, seven heads crowned, ten horns to pierce
Flicking its tail, knocking stars from the sky
Dumped them on earth—Creation, plotting to deny
To shepherd all nations the woman birthed her Son
God seized Him to safety-- a throne to be won
The dragon got angry—a huge war broke out
Michael and his Angels fought back without doubt
The dragon and his angels fought with equal effort, brutally
No match for Michael, it was thrown from heaven, ruthlessly
Enemy, serpent, the devil himself---plotted violently
To lead people astray in dubious manner... silently
A strong voice from Heaven with power rang out
The blood of the Lamb will defeat—indisputably bring about
Salvation and power inevitably dawned—it was done
Our Saviour fought, deliverance ours – Victory.... He won
(Inspired by ‘Revelation’--Chapter 12)
Copyright© 2013—Kim van Breda
ANTS HOG GLEN
Fiery red burns
Autumn orange
Army ants learn
How to hog Glen
High winged pigs
Fly blue in tune
Suctioning mouths
Pulling helium
Balloons
© Kim van Breda—18 November 2015