It seems like aeons since as a boy I climbed a tree
life of simplicity a sense of feeling free
No invasive cameras hiding in the tree I would climb
Meditation it just happened daydreaming a life sublime
No compulsion to vote or fill out a census (senseless) form
Many years I avoid it all I have no desire to conform
If but nights, which fateful day
A dream wanderer, longs for
To melt as to meet
Hot fleshed, with its twin
Or yet birthed, and named yet
Holds tight to God's hem
One, of whose concept
Alone does swoon in!
To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
Souls trapped in form, live by instinct,
nurturing self-esteem
but being not by bliss mists inked,
God’s light do not redeem.
Without employing force,
shedding lower mind coarse,
we can change our life’s course.
Lost in lust’s storm ~
Souls trapped in form
All men marked by a Redeemer risen
gain the King’s key to living life now with purpose.
Not doomed, nor driven, but by chance, choice…
rogues repent, generate goodwill day by day,
finding forgiveness through God's grace.
Previous lives lost to selfish struggling
hold heaven as their future hope’s harbor.
Open Mind Words
In this year through my poem,
with truth, my friend —
Viewer,
you who respect a picture that heals,
look.
Reflect the appearance of a mirror.
The explanation of a step
brings the face forward.
You resemble good news
of humanity.
Stand still.
STOP.
An example of doing like that —
reflect so I can look.
You turn around
so I face backwards
to find for myself
the feeling
that I am a real person.
These are my open mind words.
Nna le wena, mogwera,
O tsweletseng Seiponeng
Mantšu a gago a
Ke eme ka maoto bjale.
I am not ashamed.this trembling body is not to be shaken,
Compromised and body not to regret oneself.
Have a friction.be someone who is intense.
To be points to the person and fierce.
Refusing to ask for forgiveness,
And I refuse to ask for forgiveness.
Colour my world
Asher chipu
26/09/2026
O be a sa bonale
O nnyame o sa
Tsammae
ducked away out of sight
Sitting In a hidden corner
Fifi se kukutweng
Gongwalo
O kga utama
Unnoticed
done with a little trickery
In pure deceit is manyami
a secret i fihlilwe
Shadow like,hangs a
heavy presence
drifting like smoke
Trapped in the untangible
O sa kwamegeng
A magical thing
TSA maselawatana
Encountering Of the divine realm
Seeing A ghost is sethotsela
Beholding wonders of great Is mabohlokoa,
And that is tangible and touched is se swaregang
until Is finally revealed
disclosed as se utollwago
The dipole-hook of the stage
of echoes has rung.
The section of the third movement.
A distance
and a void.
is shaped like a semi circle.
Leveling the dew.
Above the threshold's gate
And the scaffolding is fragile.
my face is bound to the poles.
Against the walls.
The place for rest is but a sliver.
Greetings to the end.
a step is time.
Fom a ruptured voive
write thd words herr
crushed words come out
squeezed
flattened
desyroyed by heavy depression
broken
fall apartito tiny pieces of dust
severely twisted
violently
like smashed glass
broke down
into fragmenred face
with thin linrs
falleb apart
, - ~ ~ ~ - ,
, ' . - ' - . ' ,
/ / dust \ \ \
| | (pushed) | | |
| | apart | | |
\ \ ______ / / /
. ' \ / ' .
, - ~ ~ ~ - ,
Morning Routines KOTABA KOKORO
2/6/7/6/8
coffee
drinking first thing in the morning
while watching the daily news show
the news depressing me
turning it off, drinking coffee
Far simpler to pray the older one gets,
the awareness of little time left wraps your mind
and thoughts and regrets flood your inner being.
How sad that I cannot relate this age-old wisdom,
this depth of tranquility, to those that have years to squander.
I wonder if the feeling of remorse and the worth of a prayer
is only revealed to us when we can almost touch
the gates of the great here after.
Flowing river, pooling puddles, sloppy drip.
Hold me warm
until I’m nothing but water.
Caress me, and I will give life to your earth.
Seeping blood into your veins
and rejuvenating your soul.
Then leave.
Because one day I will wake
without you beside me,
and the world will be so cold.
My rains will hail,
my lakes will freeze.
I will be ice
just to survive.
My winter will kill the life sowed.
I am only hard for so long,
until Spring springs,
as she does.
Her sweet charm
breaks me, soothing me back.
I will be a flowing river again.
Tien a Christian Couplet Version
Where to go from here, when Truth is so near?
We all,may find the Son ,to light our way!
Put me to sleep, O little god,
spirit of the ancient, healing tree—
a beautiful rustling brewing within the ancestors' plant,
emerging from captivating redness.
Invisible as a shadow, leaving only gleaming, shining bones behind,
the unseen one remains hidden from my eyes.
Yet, it is a tree of lush, vibrant green,
fragrant and sweet-smelling, bearing soft flowers and a hidden thorn.
Your humming sound—a silencing rustle in the night,
in the deep gloom, in the gathering dark—
becomes a dirge for the dead, a hymn of my final rest.
With windows wide open on every side,
I am dangerous and lost,
without origin or protection,
I am weeping,
unveiling a pain of finding the courage
to sleep facing the solitude rather than
hiding from it
Kulmann Linked Form variation
(First posted 2009,)
From Dark
angst.shame.
comes Pain
From Light
warmth.peace.
with Joy
From Night
sleep.relax.
in Ease
From Day
pluck.praise.
to Please
From God
faith.love
with Grace
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