Hearts come and go
Under the sun’s long shadow
Thoughts and feelings beat
Where waves and wind meet
Seagulls shriek and crabs compete
A looping tender, tragic skit
Watched from a swaying seat
Where waves and wind meet
Footballs roll and laughter spills
Boards drift, then cut the sea
Sand stings hands and restless feet
Where waves and wind meet
Promises fade, and truth retreats
Beneath a painted sky
Soft echoes hum beyond sunset
Where waves and wind meet
From Makhaleng’s stone, from Thames’ steady beat,
A single rhythm stirs, a pulse grows strong—
O Sisters of the Soil and Sisters of the Street,
Your hour is come to dismantle ancient wrong.
We know the weight: the gourd, the grinding stone,
The quiet ledger balanced late alone,
The branded scars empires refuse to own.
Shall we be silent while the market’s hand
Sells childhood short and plunders every shore?
While truth is buried in the poisoned sand
And justice knocks upon a bolted door?
No. Let the kgotla’s wisdom find the air,
Let Parliament’s cold vault with echoes ring—
Two streams now rising in a single dare
To strip the armour from the faltering king.
So blend the strength—the sereto and the sonnet’s fire,
The drummer’s call, the bell from Tower’s height.
Weave from two strengths one unassailable choir
To drag this shivering century to light.
Let every cry for right, an anthem be,
A towering Baobab, a Sovereign Tree.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
the inkwell holds no holy water,
yet the quill dips deep
into a silence older than prayer.
***
words rise like incense smoke—
not doctrine, but the shape
breath takes when leaving
a body astonished by dawn.
Life’s mélange of motifs fades
as time’s wheel turns on the last lap.
Tangled hues of memory spectrum converge
while the spider crawls on the senile face.
I haven’t closed my eyes on the magic mirror.
Kaleidoscopic snapshots.
Show of polychromatic pictures;
entranced reflection flickers in the glint of eyes.
As cobweb contours the sanguine face
corridors to the past converge in nothingness.
Yonder haze shrouds the last mile trail;
twilight tinges life’s frail lattice.
There is a reported
Convergence of
Science and spirit
Seen as evidence
Of a coming
Realization of what
For the millennia
Has evaded so much
Searching..a goal
On the horizon with
A promise finally
Of felt success..
Such may seem a story
Of futility writ large
Not separated from a
Beautiful story of
Infinite expression..
At the river I flow
spirit to watery soul
upon an endless course.
I breathe evergreen illusions
I am rock and rolling stone
in harmony with Gaia
and her offspring.
I flow through lands
rich with gold,
tripping quickly where
chaos unfolds,
to glide with ease
amid jungle trees;
rest in creeks
and sail the seas;
in the moment, I am
helping shift the sands
to lands of pyramids
and diamond mines;
I am elemental so refined
to be the water
as it unfolds
I come to linger
upon distant shoals
and cast my soul-eye
to espy the gentle
creatures walking by.
At the river I flow
collecting tales that
Nature’s told.
2-24-2023
YOUR OPTION AGAIN Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
Choosing to flow
In stillness slow
Bonds untied
Energy field unified
Bliss does overspill
Spacial calm tranquil
Cognisance of presence
To inner sentience
In stillness does feel
Bliss in full appeal
Thus at ease
Duality does cease
Pulse within stillness
Radiance in fullness
Agendaless innocence
Cognises convergence
Kinetic and potential
As life hum radial
Reception of surprise
Divine currents on the rise
Emptiness vibrant
With itself content
Renewal of consciousness
In form & formlessness
As aliveness of existence
Delighting in the parlance
Of the beauteous dance
Of bliss thus in renewal
Continual
29-July-2020
in-flight convergence
by Michael R. Burch
serene, almost angelic,
the lights of the city extend
over lumbering behemoths
shrilly screeching displeasure
they say:
that nothing is certain,
that nothing man dreams or ordains
long endures his command
here the streetlights that flicker
and those blazing steadfast
seem one: from a distance;
descend?
they abruptly
part ways
so that nothing is one
which at times does not suddenly blend
into garish insignificance
in the familiar alleyways,
in the white neon flash
and the billboards of Convenience
and man seems the afterthought of his own Brilliance
as we thunder down the enlightened runways
Jupiter and Mars
Are converging together
Just as our two lives
Forever do i pretend
That my ideals need defend
Voice my opinion
With yours its bends
Into new thought
Maybe friends
Expand your mind
Or become enslaved by time
Have i got your attention
Its your soul i search to find
So i can remove the mask
no longer blind
You can see the task
in return nothing I ask
Roque roiled wave seething a destiny towards shores unseen,
Crashing unto an opposing wave with no direction,
Froth seething from such encounter that heeds convergence in mashed forces
meeting to create upheaval beneath the cresting of opulence and destiny,
Blended to one smooth splash upon the shores of where my toes' lay,
Pulling and pushing of yin and yangs meaning of loves consistent reasons.
Mental storm; lightening flashes roaring thunder conversion…
Consumerism; vehicle of desire, layered with unease illusion…
Angst lies with pride, lustful lovers breeding competition…
Nourishing egocentric acts caused by emotional delusion…
United as brothers instilling unnatural disease pollution…
Meditative barometer dissolves implanted mind confusion…
Compassion kisses kindness sharing soul healing solution…
Romantic Cherubs strumming harps creating united human conclusion…
Universal consciousness direction is the one true appellation…
On the rivers edge I stand firm to merge,
Flow in tranquility with the waves,
Entwined between the cushy lewd paddles,
As she floats her arms spread wide to my whim.
A con man to embrace wild raptures,
Digging deep within the core captures,
Playing in her total delight and desire;
Holds onto the bottom line in pleasure
Separated the bank lines rub and coax,
Wet moves defaults in the rasps and cries,
Crush integral features with raw thrust;
Promoting grand finale to ecstasy?
Ground breaking tributaries to action;
Performing within nature’s seduction?
heavenly siren, triumphant heraldry
and why not?
The earth awaits,
awakening has begun, as sleep
begins to fall
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