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South Africa
The rainbow paled in South Africa
the end of apartheid has ended, freedom for all.
Not quite, the poor in Soweto are getting poorer.
The difference it now consists of white poor as well.
The new leadership behave like the old one corruption
and shade dealings.
South Africa is practically a democratic one-party state.
Or was democracy and equality brought on too early?
It takes time.
What is there to say when people riot and burn down
the places where they buy their daily bread and have to walk for miles
to buy milk for their children, other than an act of despair.
Big business is doing well, thank you.
But nothing has been done to alleviate the suffering of the poor.
The rainbow state has lost its lustre.
If you wonder why the poor ran amok was the jailing of Jacob Zuma
Despite his failings, he has an African heart, which the new elite, dipped in white culture,
failed to see.
He is the chieftain dethroned and Africa bleeds.
The Northern Lights have always been associated
with myths - fairy tale - mystery and legends
One of these is that the Northern Lights
are light that dances in the sky
together with the goblins and trolls
A dance of the polar sky
In Northern Norway you can experience
Northern Lights from ringside seat
The Northern Lights consists of geomagnetic activity
It is also called winter heaven light organ
Nature's most magnificent phenomena
A party in many different beautiful colors
03.08.2014
A-L Andresen :)
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Holidays have a way
Of turning, all my highs into lows
I can't help but window shop for
Those that I miss so
Like tears in fallen snow
I somehow got lost along the way
I'm hopin' I can find my smile again
Before its Christmas day
Cause I can't hug a memory
Or look into its eyes
And the only gift I wish for
Wears angel wings tonight
Even though I've lost the spirit
You can bet that I believe
It's just hard being happy
Cause you can't hug a memory
I hope heaven has a snow globe
That you could look into
And see all your family
That's still crying over you
If the water was our teardrops
We'd fill it to the top a hundred times
Our Christmas wish consists of
You being by our sides
Cause we can't hug a memory
Or look into its eyes
And the only gift we wish for
Wears angel wings tonight
Even though we've lost the spirit
You can bet that we believe
It's just hard being happy
Cause you cant hug a memory
It's so hard being happy.....
Cause you can't hug a memory
an Oviellejo*
A quiet explosion of joy today
a bursting bouquet,
your old smile a comforting reminder
of a much kinder
time when life was just beginning to bloom;
ingenuous loom
just beginning to weave life’s droll costume,
the facade we learn to wear as disguise,
but for now your smile is a nice surprise ~
a bursting bouquet of a much kinder ingenious loom.
*An Old Spanish verse form (derived from ovillo, a ball of yarn). A stanza consists of 10 lines, with a rhyme scheme of AABBCCCDDC. The second line of each rhyme scheme, Line 2,4,6, is short line up to 5 syllables. The last line is a "redondilla," a "little round" that collects all three of the short lines.
Give me an idea that I can use
and built on for the future.
Run through my mind and find something kind
overlooked to help me to endure.
Give me fables and legends of old;
all the enchanted stories.
Find something kind and run through my mind
supplanting negative memories.
Give me not only wisdom to see,
also the courage to lead.
Run through my mind and find something kind
to say to my fellow man in need.
Give me all your sorrows and the pain
that you’ve saved from your brothers.
Find something kind and run through my mind
with the hope that I can bring others.
POETIC FORM: ZaniLa Rhyme
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ZaniLa Rhyme
The following is an invented poetic form for which I have written several examples over the years. The ZaniLa Rhyme is a repeating form with an inverted refrain. It is, in essence, a syllabic form created by poet, Jan Turner. It consists of at least three 4-line stanzas; or six per the original design. It has 9 syllables per line in lines 1, 3 & 4, with the 2nd line having 7 syllables. The rhyme scheme: ab (c¹.c² –Internal Rhyme) b. The metre for L3 is: /**/ … /**/
Line three is a repeating line throughout. It contains leonine verse, divided into equal portions (syllable count), separated by a conjunction (which might remain static), resulting in the nine-syllable count. The title is derived from the first half of this line. The same line is repeated as the third line in each stanza, but the two sections of the internal rhyme are switched around in each following stanza. Thus, the line is repeated identically in each uneven numbered stanza, and the turned line, in each even number stanza. In the example, I have written it in italics and boldface for ease of reference.
Each stanza starts with the same opening words (underlined for ease of reference) but continues with a different ending which is unrhymed with any part of the stanzas—it is progressive in its statement and carries the momentum of the poem forward.
far from wintry England
into caressing warmth of a tropical beach
sun and sand
fun and frolick
in a lazy temperate breach
uptick
recoup
recharge, wild peach
sloop
far from wintry England
in a lazy temperate breach
sloop
4.1.2021
Note:
Format of the New form of Rhyme named MlNICHU is as follows:
1. Total12 lines (4 stanzas of 3 lines each)
2. Rhyme scheme: Aba, cBc, dbD, ABD.
3. 4th stanza consists of repeat of 1st line of stanza1, 2nd line of stanza 2, and 3rd line of stanza 3.
4. Poem should stick to a chosen theme through all stanzas. A twist can be introduced in third stanza, if required by the theme, to make it more interesting.
5. Syllable count :
Stanza 1: 6,12,3
Stanza 2: 4,8,2
Stanza 3: 2,4,1
Stanza 4: 6,8,1.
The person you care for is yourself
What? Don't believe me?
Of course you care for your family
your children, your loved ones
But ultimately that person is yourself
So don't talk about put others before you
That's a bunch of baloney
You can't put others before you
That's backward
And that's only getting you in trouble
When did you ever do that?
Don't
Life consists of only you
And God
And nobody else
Yeah
Comprehend?
God puts people in your path
to empower you, to develop you
But ultimately the person He wants to use is you
He will develop you, train you
And envelope you
He will do whatever needed to get you going
God concerns only you
And that you take care of yourself
And let others take care of you
Haha not
The Life Is …
The Life Is …
When I was young, there was no pain,
The only pain was to complain.
When I was young, I did not care,
Just as long as my love was there.
When I was young, my life was great.
But I was there a bit too late.
A bit too late to know life was,
being young and having no flaws.
A bit too late to celebrate,
What I had then was called my fate.
Now it’s different, weather is cold,
I turned into a man that’s old.
The spring has passed, summer is gone,
Autumn at rest, winter is on.
I am too old and know it’s gone.
It is too dark to hope for dawn.
Now I know that a part of life,
It is old age and lives with strife.
Now I know that my life is not,
The perfect plan when I had thought.
The life is not the silken dress,
Unmarked from flaws, full of success.
My life is just a song I sing,
It is winter chasing the spring.
It is sorrow, it is laughter,
It is hope for morning after.
My life is just a long poem,
Had a young star; none would know him.
The life is just a shooting star,
It is so bright but can’t go far.
Blink your eyes; it’s all be gone,
I played this game like a faceless pawn.
I played so well; somehow, I lost.
You don’t want me to count my cost.
My life is like a field of dream,
Or maybe like a moonlit stream.
My life is like a drop of dew,
Waiting the Sun to say adieu.
My life is like the dew at dawn,
The sun will kiss; it will be gone.
My life is not to be just young,
It is okay to be unsung.
My life is like the morning breeze,
It can bring storms or bring you ease.
You are hoping for one more dream,
That wakes you up in golden gleam.
The life is like a candle’s flame,
It lights up love or burns to blame.
The games are on, and the moves are fast.
I do not know how long they last.
For some, it’s short; for some, it’s long.
Go have more fun; it is not wrong.
Remember now, it might get late,
Go play your move before checkmate.
10/2/2019
Haloo
Note: The painting is called “A reminder”; it’s acrylic on wood.
Note: This style of poetry is called "Masnavi"; it is the spiritual couplets. This particular masnavi consists of eight syllables in each line. Poetrysoup has a great explanation and example of this form of poetry.
like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge
the primeval stone held fast the blade
proud and righteous Caliburn
its hilt pointed to the stars
the enchanted issue of Merlin's resolve
and steadfast keeper of the kingdom
thankless was the old tree's post
none would e'er recall its name
no eye would shed a salty drip to its end
nay an honored oath spoken to its passing
still it stood
through the countless sad losses
when the Wee Ones would die in autumn
such beautiful quiet deaths
falling in color to the forest carpet
one soft exquisite flight to their end
each one by itself
each one dear to the old tree
still it stood fearless and proud
for it alone would be the first to witness
it alone would hear the whisper of the wind
when it breathed the name of the new king
when it heralded the name of freedom to the world
when The One slipped the blade from its surly bonds
and the ancient stone split in righteous temper
knife and knight
blade and banneret
Caliburn and king!
like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree
stood guard
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Unsheathe Your Sword" Poetry Contest
John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
* This poem is written in "Suzette Prime", (created by a PS member), which consists of lines of prime number syllable counts ONLY, no punctuation or capitalizations, and only of topics which lend themselves to a philosophical statement. *
Life consists of a happy youth
The beginning of a lifelong arc
Then a dear dear family comes next
Life is like a day in the park
Joy and laughter are number one
We just can't believe our luck
Then we notice our first grey hair
And panic begins to erupt
Must be a mistake, it can't be true
I'm right at the top of the curve
Perhaps a grave error has just occurred
Now “grave” that ain't a good word
Still very vibrant and filled with pizzaz
I'm much too young to get old
However I do feel a chill, it just can't be
This body's starting to feel cold
Imagination is running away with me
Still got lotsa gas in the tank
Just hit the ancient age of eighty-three
Guess I've got good genes to thank!