Long Candyfloss Poems

Mamma, what a lovely angel you are
Before I came into this world you carried
Me for nine gruelling months,
Morning sickness and throw-ups
Is what I gave when you conceived me
And innumerable kicks from within
Unmindful of your pain
You...

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Remember remember Mum when we were small.
Holding hands as we learnt to walk,
Teaching us how to talk.
On the swing you'd push us high
Till our feet could touch the sky.
A magic rub when we had a...

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Washed and smartly dressed in school uniform
Judy tucks into her healthy breakfast
while watching cartoons on television.
Her mother smiles. Outside the sun shines bright.
 
     Rami wakes to sounds of jets overhead.
...

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Why can't you like me?
Asked Life as it glared at me
With icy eyes
As if, 
It could read my face
As if,
It saw in me,
A disgusting creature with
Vile intentions!

Why should I even like you,
Said I to it...

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RED-
Pillar boxes that stand open-mouthed
Waiting to be fed.
And plump ripe strawberries,
Dipped in sugar,
Smothered in cream.
Or just popped in your mouth
And squashed between your teeth

YELLOW-
Buttercups that shine under your chin
To give away your secrets.
And hot corn...

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When I was just a little girl
I painted soaring seagulls
in a dawning sky of duck-egg blue
I painted ladybirds and whimsical butterflies
A red cottage with square-shaped windows
A misty mountain with a purple hue.
All my fields were...

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The summer fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my...

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Every now and then ,everyone is an island

and every now and then, I am an island too

Till,I see the first pink iris blooming in my garden

and one little bluebird singing on my porch

Till,I feel ...

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Everyone is an island everynow and then

and everynow and then I am an island too

till... I see the first flower of Spring blooming in my garden

I hear the  little bluebird singing on my porch

I...

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Is this life in full color and clarity?
why did i yearn for the unknown? 
Now biting back chunks of regrets and no thank you's! 
I am no snow white and this no fairy tale love...

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The whiskers on a spotty dog are often akin to the stripes on blankets. And don't let it be said that onion peel is best served in a mustard bath with banana slices. Oh wow...

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‘PINK CRAYON LINK’

A circle of pink—frightened at six, the commencement of the school system link
Classroom allocations and trepidation cleverly disguised by colour location
Dolls rosy cheeks and freedom to play, all disappear—dissipate remote foldaway 
A shrill...

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Timothy Dimwit


Timothy Dimwit would not go to school
And all of his mates considered that cool
But Timothy Dimwit was never in school
And as a result he knew nothing at all

Timothy Dimwit couldn't spell bat
He couldn't spell...

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Saw the 'Windswept Man' on Market Street
The scene wrapped up in reggae sounds
Moments became magical
Existence happened briefly, I felt there
As a student I'd walk that street daily
If I cut across town my bus was 20...

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In the bleeding shadows threading queer and deft
Along and above corridors painted white and green,
Fluorescents flickered in their moth-brushed bowls,
And the madness and sweet anguish seethed unseen.
It was felt in the bones of the new...

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“CAROUSELS AND CANDYFLOSS’

Childhood memories cherished and remote recollections
Emerging in magnified clarity encourage renewed perceptions
Open air big screen films referred to as “Drive-Ins”
A regular Saturday night treat -- family car, excitement within

After eating our packed picnic...

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Ah fish tails. Surely an apex of thought on a circular run. Home spun then. Bandy bringing braking balls. Throw then. Whirl then. Spun like a wobbly flan. Candyfloss hair in a breeze. Bending like...

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Foetal feet kicked fortresses releasing archaic tome's of reason. Would one really laugh at a painted toenail? Dusty Devine knowledge occurs in every era. But swept by caretakers whose bodies like caterpillars adjust machinery dutifully....

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Riotous warblings of a very vivacious swan is often evenly placed in a bread basket. Behaviour of classical clams can be seen to be barbaric and dotting a chair is not patented. Ok. Interested in...

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The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes beckoning him to come, come to me 
And pay your dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of...

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The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes touching his inner being, his soul;
Beckoning him to come, come to me and pay your
Dues at my feet. So your messages sing...

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I walk on blue and smell of white
Dressed by the setting sun
I run into orange melting 
into marigolds a blooming interlude
I float on speeds depending on my mood
Purple and pink is a melody I sing
Orchids...

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Spinning rope and skimming stones games we played before we got old.
Hide and seek and jumping hoop mores games played in or youth.
Lemon drops and red shoe laces sugary things to stuff our faces.

Sweet cream...

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Poetry by Numbers

I got an email naming the best poets from poetry site
 ...As expected they were love stories,
About loneliness and the mixed bags of
The poet’s monotonous candyfloss of anguish. 
All poems looked worked- shopped,...

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you sang to us, spontaneous
and smiles grew like candyfloss
the air awoke with quaver notes
your words coiled in the sky like smoke
i try to catch them in my hand
but they shatter into dust and sand
and sprinkle...

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