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DEPTHS OF SANITY
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The creature crawls in front of me From the darkest depths of sanity His silence takes her by surprise The creature breaths his mouth is dry
Numbing fingers claw the ground Creature creeping all around From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
A girl whos love for me is true Brings prophecies She listens to the words I say And lies so far so far away
Speaking scriptures that of love His eyes so blue as skies above Look into these eyes of blue She bleeds, she mates, shes there for you From the darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Her voice, her look, her seductive ways Drawling creature from his caves The creature walks he shakes the ground Sensing beauty all around She writes, she shouts, she goes in sane Creature crawling through her vein
Love for creature not for me The darkest depths of sanity The darkest depths of sanity
Last time it rained was in April.
It did not rain that much,
but it was enough to dirty everywhere.
You see, it was a south easterly wind
and the clouds arrived laden with sand from the north African desert.
That was nearly five months ago, and the farmers are already up in arms,
bemoaning lack of water as they till the arid soil.
dust flies in the air
the sun blazes overhead
sweat drips profusely
Prayers have not gone unanswered!
Dark clouds creep from behind the hills
fast multiplying, ominously, obliterating the blue.
The calm hot air is ruffled by a timid breeze which soon turns
to gusty wind. A sudden horizontal flash followed by drawling thunder
precedes a few big drops of rain which testily hit the ground.
increase of tempo
deafening cymbals clash
erupting deluge
Water gathers then flows steadily down the streets;
thirsty fields drink greedily; trees bathe in delight, relishing
heaven’s kiss of life on their moribund leaves, roots breathing in relief.
Then, worn out, the wind slowly abates; so do the thunder and the rain.
The clouds shyly disperse, permitting an unobstructed view of the sky above.
Satiated, the sundrenched land savours the afterglow.
sensual appeal
petrichor emanation
veins pleasantly throb
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Contest: Rain Rain Come My Way
Sponsor: binibining P.iNk
8th June 2016
To mix the two together only brings gray. Battling persona. Never on cue.
For one’s never certain, which facade debuts.
Dark finely feathered, filled with lustful charades
Hides behind a notion of monogamous filled days
Graceful creature. Godly vision in feather white
Drawling towards her a suitor. Virtuous, her guise.
Black swan cannot resist, as she struggles for breath.
White swan now removed
In his arms, they shall rest.
Ignited with such passion. Inhibitions retreat
Allow this lover. Entrance
White swans unaware of this inevitable defeat.
Dark swan found a mate, who’s passions surpass
Coupled forever. Forever at last
My life was droning along, quite monotonously
like a tired, worn-out song... drawling endlessly
Then one day it happened- two whole lives affected
a simple letter was penned, something unexpected
The letter said “How 'bout it? Can we write a poem together?”
I wanted to say “I doubt it” and avoid it altogether
But the letter said it's “more fun” to write in collaboration
so I said “Okay, let's do this” despite my reservations
We picked a topic at random, I didn't know where to start
but as soul-fated chums, we wrote complementary parts
I started in the middle, while she penned beginning and end
when put together, it made us smile- and we were instant friends!
That's how I came to know her- yes, this wise and clever faerie
a friend I love the very best, a creative visionary
Poems only our tribe would “get”... our silliness in synchrony
I am so glad that we have met, I'm sure she would agree
Like loving mothers, we watch enthralled as our muses frolic and play
such wild creations- we love them all, surprised by what they say!
This describes how I became friends with my dear soul-sister, Caren Krutsinger... the first of many awesome people I would meet on the 'Soup!
THESE BUTTERFLY KISSES
I cannot tell what happened
But I heard somebody telling me:
“They vanished in thin air”
“My butterfly kisses are broken wings”
“I know no butterfly kisses”
Yes! They told me like this:
I am Petal from rosebud secondary,
I know butterfly kisses that whispers to my lapels
Drawling how irresistible My fragrance is,
Realizing not I am being carried away to permanent bunk,
Not reasoning. My reasons are these beautiful sterling waggish wings.
These are severe hands and clubs against flesh,
Designers tyre; attires to pregnant bellies.
This was illusion to knack and knackers.
“please give me a paper and the pen so
I can write about My life of sin”
Dear Lillies :
These butterfly kisses ain’t loyal.
By: Nosipho Madywabe
Pen Name: Nosipho bleeding ink
A cloudy blanket sheaths the peaks,
Wrapped in blue, they look enthralling,
Emerald trees behold the sight!
Milky river of mist like creeks
flows overhead this scene sprawling,
What a magical view and bright!
Here is found peace that this heart seeks,
When the morning sun is crawling
high to spread its radiant light!
In wispy whispers, their glow speaks,
Green, white and azure's soft drawling
arouses sheer joy and delight!
A myriad thoughts stirred within,
God alone can such landscapes spin!
1st June 2023
Image #1
Trilonnet poetry contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Soft snowflakes falling, winter comes calling,
Wind shakes the pine trees, snowman's time to freeze,
Birdsong's enthralling, cardinal's drawling;
Lamppost lights the way, houses silent stay,
Cold nights, brumal breeze plus minus degrees,
The snowman can't play, the red bird feels grey;
Silence rules the scene, white covers all green,
Wintry winds do tease the bright bird's chemise,
The snowman's seen smiling like Mr. Bean.
Picture #3
(A Paul Callus co-write)
The tempest came from nowhere; it took me by surprise
The wind and drawling thunder tried hard to quell my cries.
The darkness felt so heavy, my heart dejected, blue
Then light, all of a sudden, changed that when I met you.
I thought I would be able to get out of the groove
To reach my aspirations and match your every move
By taking a step forward, put wretched past behind
Rely on understanding that comes with strength of mind.
You proved to be a lifeline; I clung with all my might
There was determination to make my future bright.
I truly knew my feelings, I watched you day and night,
A path to venture unto, and clung to fancy’s flight.
As I removed the anvil regrets faded away
In awe I left you breathless, provoking sunlit rays,
In search of every movement; my heart intrigued by you
The missing piece suppressing; it felt like a night flu.
A tempest you sought of me while falling to your knees
My charms became your weakness; a new loving disease.
Nothing to fear when falling; the apple of your eye
As fast as the night changes; I took you by surprise.
~ ~ A Poet Destroyer Collaboration ~ ~
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Contest: Collaboration Celebration
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placed 2nd
Chosen POTD ~ 7th August, 2015
Wintry night, the clouds were churning
While the lightning lit the sky
The old house it shook and trembled
As the howling wind went by.
I put out the waning candle
Total darkness all around
It felt cold, in bed I snuggled
Heard the thunder’s drawling sound.
It took ages till I drifted
Into rough and restless sleep
When at once I felt me falling
Down a tunnel deep and steep.
Chilly hands wrapped tight around me
Felt the breathing of a ghost;
In a daze it tugged and led me
To the open ragged coast.
Had no strength or will to struggle
The cold water dragged me down
Uncontrolled the helpless feeling
Of a man about to drown.
Then I woke all of a sudden
And I saw the dawning light
Found myself all wet and sweaty
From the dream I had that night.
So relieved! I felt elated.
What an ugly fright I’d had.
Then I looked and saw beside me
Soaking seaweed on the bed!!
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23rd October 2014
Contest: Ghosts Stories
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Placed: 4th
Roundup lassoes, swinging
Roping stars of wide open country
Sweetheart moon is swooning
Cowboy smiles wrangling darlins
Tobacco spitt’n anywhere the varmint wants
Yellow taxis the color of the sun
Brighten the slate gray egregious city
The pace of walkers as short
Or long as the length of their legs
Spoiled dogs slow them down mean
People drag them by their ordinary collars
Honking horns and finger signs
Freely expressed
Southern gentlemen so polite
Extend an invite with their drawling intent
On fishing, hunting, and a slow cooked dinner
With the misses then a few missed phone calls
Messages overflowing on the other end
fingers tapping, knuckles bruising, years passing
Northerners abrupt but follow through
Quick to snap things done
Even if the wife waits and waits for dinner
The North won
The war but the South is free to ignore
Yet the gentleman runs
Goes all out when his neighbors shout help
puts the burgers on
as his kids obey his every command
yes, sir
US Americans are a riot
A riotting bunch
With pitchforks and torches
No, wait that was Transylvania...in the old country
Still, you get the point
Speaking of stills…
Free to drink since prohibition of prohibition but
Don’t drink and drive or drive and text
And wait until you’re twenty one
Liberating expression
Leads to catastrophic cacophony
Taking knees
Meddling with the media
Flagellating flags
Beating up on confederate statues
Digging graves to bury history
Building walls
Forging freedom rings
Freedom rings…
8/24/2018