Long Fertilise Poems

When I was a child
Everything was magical
Full of mystery and the unknown
I read hundreds of books
The library my haven
My home
Hours upon hours
Night and day
I read and got lost in text
They supplied me with adventures
Secret journeys
Fun...

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Climbing from the sands, velociraptors turn as one
Triceratops and stegosaurs arise to share the fun
And then they march en masse toward that briny maelstrom
And Adam Adams yells, “They’re heading back where they came from!”

Suddenly, so...

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THE CLICHE SUBJECT MATTER
I tried to study you best way I could without weighing my infatuation
And before I knew it I was knee deep in a classless obsession
I added you to my thinking pattern, all...

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for F. A.

You, in going a little way from yourself
Have gone a long way from my gullible ilk.
« I’m trying hard not to like you, » you said
The breaths of several men surging in your...

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This was the way it was
In my childhood days
With ancient and tried
Crop farming ways.
Up to the ankles in slurry,
Muck fork in hand,
Ready to spread manure
To fertilise the land.
No tractor and spreader
Just an old ‘oss and...

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Childhood.
I read, in a newspaper, with following black white &  photo  
of children used as slave labourers many years ago, I was
one of them, but I didn’t share the misery described. 
I was...

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Walk and talk affection
In conducive tones
That fertilise attention
To concerns affecting real folks and their comfort zones  

Where each critical move you make
Adds to their happiness in tough times
As for them you bake a friendship...

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I remember when my Aunt
wanted a divorce,
said, "at last my time is mine
I shall live on the Golf Course".

My Uncle never played
he gave the game a snub,
thought it pretty pointless
to hit a ball with club.

He...

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https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/fruit-a-peel-2

Blueberries, bananas, apples that fall
Berries and pears, we love them all
Fresh rainwater, summer heat
The part of plants that we can eat

Inside the fruit, contains the seeds
Found on bushes, grown on trees
Tomato plants, of heights will...

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Before we go to bed   we   vegetate
No need for teacher but  a compost heap.
And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep
While in our dreams  our little mind debates

But mostly...

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Before we go to bed we vegetate
No need for teacher but a compost heap.
And as we vegetate, we drift to sleep
While in our dreams our little mind debates

But mostly we’re unknowing in this dark
Where God...

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Heart is a neglected garden,
diseased by an epidemic of weeds.
Breathless, pining for your breaths -
breathe passion into me

so bees, birds and butterflies return.

Cultivate soul with tender hands,
propagate seeds sensually.
Fertilise fragility with soft kisses, 
form a...

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https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/natural-wonders

The emergence thereof, a cycle begins
Of different forms – developing
Exceeding growth of varied rate
Conditions there to germinate

To reproduce they fertilise
New plants to materialise
Protection of the embryo
Seeds produced, equipped to grow

Soil with moisture and daylight
A season...

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How busy, busy is the life
Fat-arsed but Oh so humble Bumble Bee
He has no worries. What a simple life
Unhappy. How can he be?

He trundles round my garden where my roses grow
He is so gentle and...

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As I sit and watch, I notice
that colour is creeping back.
Buds are ready to burst into life
promising a good crop of fruits.

Birds flitter around collecting
twigs and other nesting materials.
Soon they will lay their eggs and
then...

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Tomorrow where are you ?

I am a child of mzansi, 
A child of a nation raised by a struggle of apartheid, as I emerge as a wound 
Meant to glister, advertising the anguish of my...

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The mundane affairs from morn to night
                            ...

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I have tripped and fallen into the lonely abyss on occasions,
walked with rain as strangers passed me by, just like the song.
For loneliness is not the domain of the young or poets solemn, 
but a...

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Some letters seem superfluous, you’ll cede:
but with no tulips, spring would not be spring.
We’re used to think in terms of things we need.
Desiring counts for more; it bids us sing.

I find my mind more keenly...

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His new wife proclaimed, ‘Oh my God’
I think I’ve just wed a tripod
I now understand
Your steps in the sand
You left a third trail where you trod

Those newlyweds lay hand in hand
Their union sealed on the...

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A word
A line
A title
A situation
A seed is planted
In the bed
That’s made for poetry

They grow under
The sunshine of my thoughts
Toward that consciousness
That is my mind

I water them with time
Fertilise them inspirations
A line
A leaf
They slowly grow
Some are...

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