Cape Poems - Poems about Cape

You love the Ocean as it comes I love the Ocean as it goes Caught in its tide of becoming Washed in the change — of its flow (Yarmouth Massachusetts: September, 1974)...

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Native Americans call me 'Paleface' 'Roundeye' say the Chinese race to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales altho' a 'Limey' in New York I answer to none such hails once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom' you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone) he may even be your (best) 'Pal'...

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So, maybe you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from rain, a day full of pain. Can you trade a walk in the park for a glimpse of the dark? We are the captured souls, like fish in bowls. Do you want to exchange, from living in chains? Beating around the bush is not of any use, in the blink of an...

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Murder and mayhem on the Cape Flats. This is life and that is that. From the youngest to the oldest, the murderers are bold. Murderers kill at random. On their heads should be a ransom. Every day is a killing season, killing for no reason. Children cry and mothers die, living by the sword. The murderers must be caught. Gangs for whom killing is a must, mothers...

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Thirty-four people killed in a week. The Cape Flats gangs are not weak. They shoot to kill and maim, to them, it’s all the same. Let’s be real, the gangs are a bad deal. In them, there is no good. To them, death is like food. You must fight to live, every day. Being bad is the only way. They rule the street and the...

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In the Cape flats the bullets are flying Today people are dying The gangs are killing To them it is fulfilling It is a deed so sad It can only be done by the bad The gangs don’t feel a thing They love the sting. The gangs are like wild animals Like real damn cannibals Running in the street Wanting...

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beware of black death africa’s cape buffalo they even charge cars...

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Imaginary fictional seaside village mystery writer sleuth...

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Quote:"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin". Mother Teresa Long awaited birtday arrives, Best wishes, cakes and flowers from social media thrives, I feel haapy, did not know I had so many friends, Wish I could smell the flowers and taste a piece from the cakes. The joy of real birtday touches...

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FEAR NOT TO VISION Fear not to vision Trust to catch stardust from Whence we came Create a new World, woven With Peace and Patience Fear not the glaring blaze of Light It dazzles us with lucid eyes To clarify the vision Brighter than newborn blood Tastier than marula fruit Smelling of cinnamon and rubies A father sails the seven seas Luminous guides smile In...

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SOUL BIRTH : 71 HORSTLEY STREET, DISTRICT SIX Swathed in golden fleece White light dancing Cigarette smoke twirls Waters break and gush Bright as the nearby ocean To say hello to the midwife Preparing the birthing table A violet spirit comes A birthing through channels and layers The room becomes vast Souls linger about Radiant and receiving Onto the Earth Dimension Task complete Melancholy...

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Cape Mendocino The westernmost tip of California hard to reach except by Google earth the usual method of exploration these days. The Point Arena Library where I hung my words upon the Poet Tree growing in the entrance hardly noticed. A fellow down on his luck the beloved companion of a wire haired dog with bad breath and crooked teeth Both sitting beneath a leaf of William Carlos Williams. So much depends upon this...

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I Delicious evening Furtive moon, modest stars 2023 but ancient Sky II Cooler, Eastern Cape evenings - delicious Blazing hot days, 40 degrees Celsius Give way to ancient ways, in the stars Only a few tonight (why?) And Venus perhaps? Two of the four stars in a box, outshone the rest - when Moon escaped the cloudy hedge A few belts with triune stars consoled...

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Crimson red braces a snowy dreamscape Huddled in dense twigs, dons a showy cape Plumage a bold rich scarlet, an exuberance Nay can’t hide its immaculate beauty’s trance Christians believe you symbolize the blood of Christ Christmas bird who’s remained in...

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Do gooders are hard to escape. They're addicted to wearing the cape. With less than a clue Of what's good for you, They insert then deny it's a rape!...

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