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Some people still call me, “Dot.”
Some laugh and label me, “Spot.”
Let them have a silly jest
For when they need the very best,
They’ll no longer think me weird,
But remember I am Mr. Period.
I’ve been ‘round longer than comma
Who pauses to stir up drama.
We hang out, just not as friends,
But to support alphabet blends.
To rile up comma, call him coma.
He’ll run for his diploma.
I am speck, small, dark and round.
I possess the power of sound;
I say stop, be still and breathe.
I fulfill this need for free.
Make no mistake, it is my job
To seek and maim worded blob.
Not only am I the rarity
Who gives sentences clarity;
I show my generosity
To non-profit emphasis charity
And anyone who has a need
To nurse sentences that bleed.
That first lone leaf twirling slowly to the ground
The first casualty in the war of this season.
One swallow does not a summer make
That one leaf shows what is to come.
Soon it will joined by so many of its comrades
Victims of the insidious sniper of the fall.
The scalpel of the East wind cuts through
The softness summer supplied.
Flowers fading, the absence of bird song
Both signalling the entombment on the way.
Hills cleanly etched against a pale blue sky
Coldly carved in the brittle brightness
Sunlight with all the warmth of a stepmother's smile
Draining the goodness of the moment
The chill of decay portends death
In that illusory cheating glint
Skeletal trees, bare fields, lowering skies
Icy frost and thick blankets of snow.
Some will not live to witness
The ritual of resurrection
But come it will
The earth shaking off its shroud
Then there will peep out
The shy green shoots
Prelude to the glories and glamour of summer
With its heady scents, rich colours and bright song.
This yearly drama plays out its four acts
To let all know everything has its season.
Depending upon where you start
It can be comedy, tragedy or farce
Eye of Horus
in the dead of the night
we stir from dreamless sleep
meditative and in deep quietude
as of an impulse from the universe
we polarise our consciousness
taking opposing positions
as both the lustful beast
and also hapless fearful victim
we are both yet none in the drama
roles rotate as dream forms orbit
the eye of Horus rooted in love
birthing a strobe of light
the darkness is illumined
the light beam enters our eye
or does it flow forth; we know not
quiescent toroidal heart hums on
withdrawing the emanation
in time dissolved peace
I’ve picked it up a hundred times
yet dropped it just once more
So I give up, the blasted thing
can lay there on the floor
And stepping out onto the porch
I hit the ice and slipped
As I walked back into the house
I stubbed my toe and tripped
While dancing round in pain
I then collided with a table
For when it comes to graceful moves
I’m really quite unstable
Perhaps there is a simple way
to turn this all around
My clumsiness could work for me
each time I hit the ground
I could be a klutz for hire
stumbling for cash
I’ll charge my clients by the slip
the flip, the flop, the bash
If you need something dropped and broken
clearly I’m your man
If anyone can smash your stuff
this klutz for hire can
Perhaps you have a wall or door
that needs a good hard thump
Just be aware my going rate
is seven bucks per lump
I could knock your sister down
or trip into your aunt
Or I can make a great big mess
and kick your potted plant
And if your pets are underfoot
and adding to the drama
I’ll have to charge you extra
if I suffer blunt force trauma
There’s nothing quite as comical
and what a sight to see
as goldfish bouncing on the floor
It is my specialty
And when I fall I scream out loud
to add to the effect
I’ll see you get your money’s worth
when your whole house is wrecked
So call my number any time
My estimates are free
It’s 1-800-S T U-
M B L and E
© Mike Wise
1/30/19
We started as friends,
you knew I had a man,
Trust for me was something foreign,
I won’t pretend,
but you stayed beside me,
told me you would never lie to me,
When all the drama,
started along with the mental trauma,
you was there to make me calmer,
you engulfed me like a warm sauna,
I need your loyalty, love me, hug me, show me
I need your loyalty, I only need you
to love me, Put no one above me,
just take me and hold me, just show me
I couldn’t stop my fall for you,
when I hit I would call to you,
made me feel safe and sound,
never imagined you’d mess around,
Reassured you took my darkness away,
vanquished fears kept my trust at bay,
love is affront jealousy injustice,
didn’t value what is speculative and corrupt,
precarious my love was as endless,
as the oceans in reality I was defenseless,
I told you, keep it direct and honest,
our happy home would astonish,
I need your loyalty, love me, hug me, show me
I need your loyalty, I only need you to love me,
Put no one above me, just take me,
and hold me, just show me
I only wanted to be cradled in your arms
and be close to you,
with strokes of sublime oratory,
of how our life was the perfect story,
the fight to keep “us” being mandatory,
do you understand this was our plan, damn
if you love me then show me,
baby come on only you know me,
our love’s perfect, you didn’t owe me,
you started treating me like your homey,
only you are for me,
I need you to love me slowly,
Remember what you meant to me,
please don’t ever forget me,
baby I just need your loyalty
All I want is your loyalty,
trust me, need me, give into me,
All I want is your loyalty,
kiss me, bathe me, put your all into me,
to all of you that think facebook is just a game
posting all your business without any shame
now dont you think it's just a little strange
sharing your life with people that only knows you by name
our profiles has our name and our address too
now what if someone was actually stalking you
you really would'nt be that hard to find
and that's a little scary with a world so full of crime
there is always someone out there that just uses this site
only to find out what you were doing last night
and all this information is available to your kid
so they can see all that you're doing or did
still you tell all you plan to do
not realizing everyone who's friends with you
so next time you post try thinking twice
do you really want to share everything about your life
hey you dont have to listen to what i say
keep posting your life anyway
and we'll just say it was an act of carma
that you got caught up in this facebook drama
Your silence,
a stillness of alluring patience
seductive in it's resilience,
suspicious magnificence,
unmatched beauty demanding vigilance
making this man rowdy and restless for your finesse,
distressed by this drama of love's test,
You're the only woman scratching this chest
with passion's raging arrest, nails of sharp zest,
the supreme Queen keeping me raw and hard, my only quest,
I'm confessing you are the best, the most luxuriant caress, my unhesitant request,
I want every feeling you're capable of conceiving Babe,
knowing and revering your eclectic emotions, your unspoken demands,
burning for your paradon and kiss, you will always know I am love in your hands
share with me the fuel of fervent fire, gems be our eyes, together, golden pulse we've made -
J.A.B.
Can Things ever last,
When they happen so fast.
do these tears and pain ever fade,
Is Drama yet another day,
That I must play to waste the day away,
and ignore the pain,
that never seems to fade.
I know that game,
I played it so many times,
Emotionless is what i shall be,
for all times and eternity.
Galeea's training proved right,
All little boys play the game of deception,
But they do not realize that some girls see it before them,
Some girls grow up to be woman and are looking for guys,
Who want to be man enough to take any
Drama and pitiful lies that other little girls spread around to see,
if they can steal that one great guy in their life.
Pity is what it is called when a Man falls into that pit of vipers,
Why can i not be like those vipers?
because I am too smart and not so vain as the
others girls i see around me.
Because i am me and i just want to be me
and that is what i would like to see,
For that is reality.
5. Murasame’s Story Concludes
("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy. "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind, and autumn rain,
women, sorrow: men, disdain!
MURASAME
As men are ready to play games,
poets are keen to give names.
He said I was the moon in wane,
so he named me after the autumn rain.
My sister's singing is divine,
and he likened her to the wind in the pines.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind, and autumn rain,
woman in love, woman insane!
MURASAME
He turned our rice water into milk.
Our fustian gowns became silk.
Three summers we passed, in sensual bliss,
and now we are reduced to this -
ladling brine on a moonlit shore,
never to see our lover more.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind and autumn rain,
prisoners in the moon's domain!
MURUSAME
Where humans gather, sickness thrives,
diseases claim uncountable lives.
Returning to the Imperial Court,
Yukihira selfishly sought
his own lettered architrave,
but found instead a common grave.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind and autumn rain,
he will not come back again.
MURASAME
Two keepsakes, which we still hold dear -
my sister has them, brings them here -
a man's cloak and a court cap:
leather band, and understrap:
with reverence, see, she gathers them close:
to us, they are his living ghosts.
MATSUKAZE & MURASAME
(chanting in harmony)
Pine wind and autumn rain,
ghosts we are, and must remain!
[Poet’s Note : This is an Afrikaans Poem with its English Translation : Form : I don’t know : It could be classified as Metaphysical since it voices direct communion with Divine & visions. This form is not listed on this Site ]
N.P. van Wyk Louw : foremost Afrikaans Poet, Playwright & Scholar
Sara Baartman : the San woman exhibited as a freak in 19th century Europe, labelled & ridiculed as “Hottentot Venus”. Hottentot is regarded as a highly derogatory term in South Africa, similar to calling someone an Unbeliever. Her body was later returned to her birthplace for burial, with much unholy drama (these two personalities sometimes appear to self in dream or meditation state.)
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Sondag middag en die koue wind
waai die wasgoed droeg
Ouma slaap, Oupa kyk sokker
yogurt en piesang vir poeding
N.P. van Wyk Louw en Sara Baartman
kom kuier nie vandag nie
Ek haal asem in
‘n yskoue see van Italia of Griekeland
vloei oor my skewe bene
“Waar drentel jy rond in die winter
as ek hier van jou laggie dink
terwyl my arms bewe?”
God se vir my
“Ek ALLEEN is jou Liefde”
in die stilte veg Hy vir Siel
die yskoue see draai in ‘n oomblik
en weg skuil jy op ‘n klein boot
Sy Son soen my lippies op ‘n
Winter Sondag in die middag
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English Translation
Sunday afternoon and a cold wind
dries washing
Grandma sleeps, Grandpa watches soccer
yogurt and banana for pudding
N.P. van Wyk Louw and Sara Baartman
visits not today
I breathe an ice cold sea from Italy or Greece
it flows over crooked legs
“Where do you wander in winter
as I think about your giggle
whilst my arms shiver ?”
God utters
“I ALONE am your Love.”
in the silence He struggles for Soul
the ice-cold sea swerves in a moment
away you skulk on a small boat
His Sun kisses my lips on a
Winter’s Sunday afternoon
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