contemporary Persian ancient
blending intro-imagery with peach
vulnerability
identity a Khoisan outpouring on fields of Skukuza healings
whilst township dancers make their rites
to bite presence on platform sites
so will Gen Z’s make their
vibrant scratches on our rock walls
for Galactics to visit tall
courage was torn with rosemary bushes like
biltong shreds
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he pierced her teenage framework newly
smoothed with rosemary
galaxies watched in horror
scratched her legs with longing paws
Gen Z’s roared their rage across
the continent
she bit her presence into his poverty
townships waited in mourning
her virginity ripped
identity equals Acturian
vulnerability is paintbrush memories
seven shadowy children
are to arrive crystal
not through her uterus
Categories:
biltong, allegory, allusion, art, change,
Form: Verse
If not the clipper in the Saharan grasslands
Then brother be the zipper to fasten the ethos
Afrika mourns of today. Lamentation the dry
Ingredient to our sorrows that craft dispare.
Look at how they fattens alike baobab fat yet
I'm proudly a street hustler, bustling trickster
Thins a biltong shred in toils for sustainance...
Categories:
biltong, allusion,
Form: Blank verse
MOTHERS:
All they ever do is raise.
And never stop to praise.
They always seem to care.
And never once you find them tear.
No matter how much we do them wrong.
They always love us as their favourite biltong.
They’ll always have golden hearts.
And make sure you miss their parts.
Never once they tell a lie.
Unless it’s to protect your eye.
You won’t need to stand in a line.
Course maybe you’re kind of pine.
I promise you once she’s ready,
She’ll be the perfect remedy
APHIWE MKHWANAZI (15)
Categories:
biltong, mother,
Form: ABC
Will you read me again?
Please read me again
And write me a reply
So I can write again...
Yes she wrote for the
Brother fattens like baobab
Fat yet she thins like biltong
At displeasure, He be wordly
Yes she wrote for the
Brother seized power but
Is it for the people by the people
Dermocratic only on manifesto.
Yes she wrote for the
Brother claim immunity when
Questioned . He is conflict with
His phrases I cant make sense out.
Yes she wrote a writ
That her indite to incite
Nitwits she engraved and post
Forth the pun in word. Dictionary.
Yes she wrote
Categories:
biltong, loneliness,
Form: Blank verse
Hate
Hate, hate, Hate
It all goes with my fate
I try to conceal it
But it starts to eat me inside
Hate is the nasty, big black color
I picture it as a burned flower
Searching for colorful things
But it just can't find the world around it
I try to eat hate
Man! It's as hard as biltong
It tastes like chewing sand
That makes me irritated!
Hate is the wild monster
Invading every red heart
Draining every blood it had
Pouring ashes onto the heart
hate smells like rotten meat
whenever a dog pass by;
It stops to smell the horrible aroma
Quickly the dog hurries away
hate is the sound of mucus
spitted on the floor, “Spurt!”
It disgusts everyone
Yuck! It makes me vomit
Hate bullies me
It forces me to be negative
with its gigantic red eyes
It frightens me
Hate refuses to have companions
To have friendly faces
Even smiles and laughter is not permitted
hate is a disastrous idol!
Hate you are nothing
But trash to anything you ever invaded
so unlock my heart
And leave me in peace
By Martha Jonas
Categories:
biltong, abuse, hate,
Form: Lyric
When I look at a old person cutting biltong with
his knife, it reminds me of the time when grandpa
was sick in hospital and he used to cut biltong like
that for me, when I see a tall, well groomed older
person walking, I see grandpa, when I smell i fresh
lovely scent I smell grandpa. When I see some one die
I see grandpa. Some of my memories of grandpa is
good memories then you get those sad memories.
But when I here the words I love you, I here grandpa's
voice and that puts a huge smile on my face, grandpa's
loving voice.
Categories:
biltong, family,
Form: I do not know?