throats parched as the desert sand
eyes blistered by the heat
dunes rise higher, wind’s illusions
oases shimmer in minds’ delusions
camels perfume the air, left and right
50 degrees centigrade, even at night
welcome to the Kalahari or the Sahara
deep discounts available on gypsy mascara
Gerry leading the weekly walk*
if only giraffe's could talk
' I could show you where to see me'
& 'in which hide to be'
A mermaid fresh from the ocean
Found Kalahari Rose Lotion*
On her treasure chest
It brought out the best
For seamen second the motion
* developed by Soup Poet
Susan Lawrence
Uncle was a stout version of dad
Which I found quite interesting.
And a very different lifestyle he led.
Dad was a fastidious medical guy
But uncle just a farm worker
Content just to get by.
He lived on a white man's farm
Amidst the kalahari desert thickets
Where jackals often brought harm.
Their abode was a land of milk
Although the flies were everywhere.
But against hunger they had a shield!
I’ve asked you for love, but my heart
Is a playground of pains like matchsticks & veld,
I’m a broken-pieced soul.
I prayed for success, instead all I see
Is them whammies in numbers of mega bus,
All tight up blocking every hole to breathe.
I asked for this dear life but in it I see tears pinning my cheeks.
I’m inches away from crying such blood left in me,
Momma is with no degrees,
Father left in the ages of storm
And the shelter I have pours water when it rains.
My friends, the ones I grew up with, changed with lanes ‘cause
I fail to even get handwork to make a living in me.
My hair is greyish not by mistake,
The world I live in favours the sons and daughters of the rich,
Without connections I’m just moss in the middle of the Kalahari.
When I try to keep up, they are dragging me down
Like a prey impala on the canines of lion, why me?!
Why do I have to feel pain all emotionally, physically
Like I was bred with it hereditarily?
Why can’t I just get a hold of myself once?!
Guide me please!! I haven’t lost faith in you.
The Kalahari
Kneaded clay
Form creases
The thirst of desert
blinding dust and wind
Collide of wave and tide
Females carry the tribe
Their large flappy ears
Fan them cool
Muddy pools
Their sunshade and lemonade
Their long trunk, their utensil and instrument
The herd graze on green bushes
Barge their way through thick trees and weeds
Making way
For grand and small
Giant footprints and dung mark their tracks
It’s dung a beetle’s nest and feast
The labor of a mother’s womb
Trumpets sound to celebrate
Prey to an open field
Darkness cast upon its young
For it is done
Hearts pump and
Trunks join to commemorate
Rumblings from afar detect danger
They form a protective block around the calves
Their ears on alert
Their trunk and feet test the waters
They wait til it passes
They lock trunks to bond
At the patience of the lions
A son grieves it’s mom
Guards over her corpse
And leaves with the survived
Blazing fires rise
The earth crack
The land is barren
The river is drenched
An underground stream arise
They find relief
All come to drink
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
07/28/19
The sun rose that morning like a freshly baked pie
Warm and golden
Its purpose prepared for the day ahead
To torch the bald and hat less heads
Its was time to take its place in dust clogged sky
Its barely 6 am when the sounds
of the first cow bells ring
as the beasts of burden make their way
to find the last remnants of the dry brown hay
the grasses thirst for that first rain
and the cattle search and search in vain
oh where are you black clouds and thunder
its been a long long and warm dry winter
as the day progresses the hope of rain dismisses
oh if only that storm front from the north
would makes its way and come forth
you can even smell the air its sweet aroma
as the sound of thunder gets ever nearer
the anticipation of all of nature fills the air
every creature
and when that ferocious downpour is at its finish
you think to yourself why so quick and why did you punish
but at least it has given you strength
to face another day, to go the length
to put up with the heat and to say I’m sorry
for ever wanting to leave this beautiful Kalahari
a deep ancient sea
hush of the Kalahari
lost in the desert
***
The Kalahari Desert has a secret
Whispered upon Dragon's Breath
With an ear to the cave
tightly lipped
You can hear it
Rising on vapour
Mouthed by a sea of imperceptible depth
The treasure of fossil water
Where Gaia's gold fish are kept
May 11 2018
Catfish Poetry Contest
N/A
I thought FOR SURE I had a winner with this one. Sponsor said look it up.
Turns out, not I, nor my search engine, had a clue what Catfish meant.
The N/A sting, with a dose of 'old' feeling.
You watched the eagles
Reach for the stars.
They had scars
From duels
Against all odds
And winning made them bubble gods.
You were a carmel
Ridden by an Arab in you.
Your dreams were few
You sought for a way through the eye of the needle
You chose the way of a fool
You followed on like a tail.
You've seen stars fall.
You've seen star dust
You fought noisy Lust -
To refuse the glory hidden in a fool.
Through the hot Kalahari
Your feet trod
Without a word.
The vultures that thought you were dreamy.
They called you a dumb ass
You were a potenial carcass.
You found the one-eyed gate;
A portal Wisdom waits at the banquet.
Your mad pursuit climaxed with more mockery
But you were too frigid to fall for the seduction of misery.
Here you are
Where stars
Are soap bubbles
Children play with.
Now the eagles
Cover their faces
Praying for the carmel's dreams.
You were a fool for a night
Squeezing through the needle's eye.
Charlie clark.
Huron high school has Randy as a coach.
Animal. What my dogs are.
Randy, the coach for huron.
Lebanon is a country.
I like pizza.
Eat pizza everyday.
Charlie Clark
Live everyday. Die.
ABT’s are food I like
Rabies is a disease
Kalahari is a place I go
Thank you
-Charlie Clark.
I'll bring the avocados
And feed you as you come for safaris
Like my mother did, further beyond the Kalahari
And we can share the dips, the spreads and the shakes with all kind of stories
In the sunny and in the starry
Or you can plant one seed at a time like Johnny Appleseed
Or bring flowers from continent to continent and let them breed
Export that rare plant so I can also see
With your love and my love, we can feed so many, just with our deeds
Come to my garden, plant something and let's watch it grow
Spread the seeds or put them in rows
It can be free style and freely can flow
No rules, no limits and it can even be slow
Just bring the sweet love mango in you and let it glow
Characterized by the early settlement
of the San Bushmen of the Kalahari.
Its patriotic sentiments of profound bravery
echos the nation’s long struggle for independence
well articulated and expressed in the psalm of Axali Doeseb.
This second to the least overpopulated territory
is home to the continent’s tallest elephants
and the endangered black rhino.
It houses the world’s oldest desert
with a display of the globe’s highest sand-dunes.
Quadruple medals from Frankie Fredericks,
remarkable atmospheric space for astronomers and star gazers,
spectacular deserts in the Kalahari and Namib
and the emanating awe from the Namib-Naukluft park
are national prides fixed into global glories.
Next after the Grand canyon is the Fish river counterpart
but the Dragon’s breath stands tall in the globe’s underground lakes.
Populates the most in free-roaming Cheetahs,
accepts nature’s curse of the historic Northern coast
and the sun’s blessing in over three hundred days every year.
‘peace be still’ is the definition of its pride
but still not exempted from the painful whip
afflicted by the demon enslaving its mother- region.
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From the “jungles” of Soweto
To the “lakes” of Kalahari
Come!
Let us adopt grey children
Call them Mogadishu or Benghazi.
Donate your second hand underwear
To the west
Stand up! Let’s go
Attack undemocratic countries
Beyond the Mediterranean
Let us go monitor
Their elections and
Determine who wins or just
Declare rebels the rightful
Leaders of a country.
Let us go buy some humans
From across the Atlantic,
Chain them and make them
Work on our plantations.
If not, let’s go buy land in the isles
Start up banks in that land
And make the Afro world currency
Let us hold
Charity walks for sick
Hollywood stars
Along the streets of New York
Also rear goats as Pets
And hold tomato fights at Buckingham palace.
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