Long Namibia Poems
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There's a place on the globe that everyone's heard
and the place is 'God knows where',
but instead of a phrase God gave it a word
and the word is 'Solitaire'
At each compass point lies blistering sand
under blue relentless sky
not the best location you can understand
for the World's very best apple pie.
For they serve it here with an ice cold beer
just pick it up and hold it in your thumbs
and keep an eye out for the Weaver birds near
as they forage on the table for the crumbs.
There's a gas station and a general store
anyone dropping by never stays
and you can see just why, in the lot nearby
all the vehicles have seen better days.
Check your car's got gas, and the water level's high
if you leave and break down, you'll be dead
but just remember to take with you Moose MacGregor's apple pie
then at least you will die well fed.
Feb 11th 2016
A memory of my time in Solitaire, Namibia, and THE world's best Apple Pie.
I can see why they stuck it in a desert. Otherwise there'd be none left.
For contest 'Take a vacation', sponsored by Lin Lane
Have You
I’ve been around and about awhile
Seen pain cogently hidden by a smile
I’ve seen the concluding moments of the day
Saw clouds roll away as blue turned to grey
Have you?
Felt so dearly loved and loved in return
Saw joy and tears enough to fill an urn
Tasted bitterness incited by a bitter heart
Saw compassion enter and acrimony depart
Have you?
Been blissfully partnered, enough respect to atone
Until a parting of my better half, heart turned to stone
For a fleeting moment that feeling would remain
Felt that comforting sweet assurance, we’ll meet again
Have you?
Sojourned in Namibia this beautiful blessed land
Saw its majestic undulating dunes it’s faraway strand
Found in its people an abundance of caring and love
Healing virtue hovering over me like a snow white dove
Have you?
Ultimately my very soul momentously satisfied
Realised this was nothing else but grace personified
Finally I depart a downward glance till I lose the view
I am content we’ve made memories and good ones too
Have you?
Dune 45 Is Not Near Mars
Dune 45 lies in the shadow of orange dark sand
Namibia knows distances, drifts and winds
Granular miles by car and camels heat
Earth knows Mars is far away as well
225 million km., remote, equally removed
Strange, sterile, in accordance with dune patterns
Never troubled by populations
Visitors are few and far between
No inhabitants at either place. Never in the way
Voids make for good bed fellows
By the dunes of Earth and Mars
Half hidden in the shade, sun rises
Beaches understand distances
There is more to life than sand
Dune 45 lies in the dark of an orange shadow
Lined up with others along isolation's path
Sun lends a helping hand
Covers such matters in desert meandering heat
NOTE:
(I hope you can find time to watch and listen. Please follow this link.)
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Still working on my PhD. at the age of forty-three
though as a teaching assistant, all my schooling’s free
The problem is my thesis, I change it every year
for approval from my advisor, it must rhyme with his fav’rite beer
Would last year’s subject tickle your tibia?
“One-cell diets of 18th-century fireflies
that migrated to the north of Namibia”
But this year has me spellbound, the thesis is so perverse
It focuses on presidents – from Monica fellating Clinton
to what Lincoln did in his hearse
So, you are hereby invited to view my forthcoming dissertation
~ snicker and smirk at Oval Office ruination
~ NoBenny Fitu Sosighety
I
Namibia is my most beloved country,
Like it is a marvellous Beulah land
With a mighty will, great glory
So, be glorified, my free Motherland.
From red sand deserts to the shining shores
And the sun gives me its setting,
Echoes of the seagulls melodied its choruses,
Masterpiece of Paradise is mesmerizing.
II
Wisdom of the people is ancestor-given
As whose blood waters our freedom is glorified,
Their heroism is unforgotten
And the blessing of diverse culture is bespoken.
What makes me so proud today?
Being a Namibian and free is what I cherish
My love for the Motherland is displayed everyday
May the dreams of my country flourish.
Stock-still in gold dawn light while many sleep,
perched, scanning, on abandoned termite heap.
Expectant, skin tingles as in cold breeze
contrasting with the stillness of the trees.
The tracking beeper focuses our minds
as aerial picks target from behind.
Cheetah ten yards away now caught off guard
upwind of us, head cocked and staring hard.
Long looks exchanged,unspoken things are passed
and finally, spell broken, goes at last.
Reeling, those breathless minutes went so fast.
A memory of my time in Namibia, 2009, and the above
photo was taken by me. We nicknamed him 'Blackeye'. No fence between us. Awesome.
13th January 2016
For contest 'Spectacular Acrostic', by John Hamilton