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And so we traveled very, very high,
Our destination seemingly to reach
The gathering mist and
Dreary grey sky.
The path rather track that we took,
Could have been misunderstood,
For a stairway to heaven.
Are you going right to the top,
Are you mad to go,
Asked a kind old man with a mop
Of pure white hair, walking his dog.
He seemed to think so.
At every curve we went higher,
I feared we could not travel further,
As the track became even curvier,
Our altitude terrifying,
But still we kept climbing.
I did not utter a sound,
Just accepted that we might die,
And might shortly be heaven bound.
No alternative to be found,
We had to face this rocky terrain.
The mist arrived, low and blanket like,
It was recommended that this
Area was good for a hike,
Or mountain biking,
Perhaps even cycling,
And what about the mist,
Pray tell, I Insist.
We finally reached our rustic
Holiday accommodation,
And destination,
Off the grid,
With feelings of trepidation,
Not a property
For which I would bid.
What a magnificent sight to behold,
We avoided little mounds of sand,
When walking on a gravel path,
Towards our wood cabin,
Cows munched grass outside our door,
A worker, hired as a farm hand,
Covered cow dung with this sand,
Thank God for small mercies,
Hallelujah, hubby said.
The Natal midlands, we will
Visit again, but will stay
on lower Terra Firma
So that we may
Live. to see another day.
The tribe of tribes of South Africa
Lead by their king Shaka
1816 they formed their state
As they head into history
What be their fate
British Conflict, internal rife
13 kinglets loss of life
Rorke's Drift 1879
Mission manned, all was fine
British soldiers, African colonials
Squared up to the Zulu swell
Attack after attack,
Murderous aggression
Who really won
This theatre session
KwaZulu homeland, now KwaZulu-Natal
Buthelizi, Inkatha political hell
Members of the above and the ANC
Fight amongst themselves
For the country they want free
This mighty tribe, over a century ago
Powerful and strong, as their neighbours would know
But in this modern world, as history has told
Another tribe no longer the bold.
The crowd bows,murmuring praises,I wear their borrowed wreath,
Ink still wet in their trembling tongues that seek to canonize passion,
They crown my silence,yet my words outlive their marble-
laurel blazes like Gin!Gin!I Love You.(1)
Call me Fear Fokol,(2) oligarchies crumble under verse,
Maspalas (3) fade into dust while marimbas (4) endure,
They misquote me all the time,vorstaan vokol, dololo (5)
Still I forgive them
I did not write for cabinets,but for fevered hearts,
For the silenced whistleblower humming my forbidden name-
My Laurel burns bright like White City Jabavu (6)
Explanation of click sounds of my home village:
1. Gin!Gin!I love You!-This is the safest way for friends visiting to pronounce uMgungundlovu District Municipality in KwaZulu-Natal Province,South Africa. For God's sake leave the pronouncing alone if you're tipsy and you're walking on a slippery road.
2. Fear Fokol: means Fear Nothing and is what the honorable ministers like to call themselves when they intimidate each in their sardine rush to see who can loot from the public purse in record time,as soon as they are appointed to positions of power.
3. Maspalas: Municipality/Municipalities in disguise but in reality crime scenes of assassinations,etc,etc
4. Marimbas: Musical instrument you want played day when you marry or go on a hot date.
5. vorstaan-understand/comprehend
vokol-nothing
dololo-like previous.But ask the Nigerians/West Africans
6. White City,Jabavu-There' an ongoing beef between me and W C J if explain now that exposes my location to my ex and somebody will lose big time.
Chubby cheeks and cheerful birthdays,
Were merry go lucky childhood days,
Then realised we were getting older,
Celebrations started turning colder !
Till taller than us our own kids grew,
Our ageing humour did certainly brew,
Today we celebrate our natal days,
And now are as young in all ways !
Seriousness of life at once flew,
Strong sense of wit was changing hue,
Young friends could well change the outlook,
Cherishing turning pages of a golden book !
Cutting of cake and chocolate smeared on face,
A great laugh then adds to an ageful grace,
Dancing to the tunes of a rocking music,
Many left heartbroken, rather than getting sick !
Written on 22/5/14
By- Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Sponsor- Carolyn Devonshire
Contest- Birthday and ageing humour
Start
This day returns again, my natal day
Memories of the past come alive
Thoughts go to all who have passed away
My parents who helped me arrive
My family is home to rejoice
It’s also a day to be forlorn
Though my birth was not my choice
Can’t foresee the end of my earthly sojourn
Today I set my dreams free to fly
To the haven of joy in a distant land
Where there’s no strife, no mothers cry
Everyone follows God’s command
Where the feeling of hatred is unknown
Denizens share love and coexist
Where there is no killing for the throne
No violence and use of the fist
In this land I wish to be born
To share my happiness with all
My life shouldn’t be a bed of thorn
With no friend to answer my call
End
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.
Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.
Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.
Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.
P.S. Tradiksyon "Joyous Women’s Day"
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A TOUR IN BRAZIL
Who has never seen,
when sees it passes
amazed.. how is it
big this Sampa...
At night feeling cold,
I missed the
Rio heat, city
Wonderful...
who came from behind
or climbed its hills,
you know it's clear
in Belzonte.
forget you stayed
babe lower
or was it up there at the
banks of the Guaíba...
Or was it actually in the
Duck's lake,
is fact that it was
very nice there in Porto Alegre...
Ah! travel, travel...really
no money or bankroll,
and know Recife and
its bridges...reefs
so much water... so much
beauty, they call it Venice...
Closer close lives
a buen people... there
I live too... it's João Pessoa there,
city that is so advanced that
wishes to leave Brazil...after all
is our most eastern point...
Not far away is Natal
and its three wise men...
who got lost on the way
from Jerusalem...Christmas date
maxim of christianity...
Before I went through the north,
I knew and saw strangers
otherworldly phenomena there
in Belém do Pará, city
founded by one of mine
ancestor Francisco...
I made a lot of money there
betting on the regular rain
that falls every afternoon
over there...
I returned to Ceará because
I'm afraid Ceará had gone...
Since they ask to visit
the State before it finale..
I saw a beach that doesn't
finds in the present,
is in the future.."Beach of the
future", I saw Iracema, a
beauty there in Fortaleza...ah!
when I pass by there, I found
Fernanda Xerez, Dora and Aureny...
Unbelievable...
well taking a tour is so
easy and subtle...take the map
close your eyes and travel
for Brazil...!
Ps. THERE ARE many prosper NAMEs of states, cities AND persons
Unicorns - are they all just in my illusive dreams?
If I’ll see them, I’ll be much delighted and I’ll scream,
Once I saw them up above, just up there over my head
They’re the heart of constellation and I wasn’t misled.
Oh, how I love to ride at the back of those unicorns!
In the sky, they look like flying at the gleams of the moon,
Hovering above the clouds, I’ll look down with exhilaration
I’ll overcome my fears and get more strength to carry on.
I wish, I’ll not yet wake up in this dream of mine,
As I keep on riding on those amazing and one lovely kind
Like a Queen of Heaven with one mighty sword on my hand,
Even worst enemies will bow offering humbly their crown.
The unicorns are also real, they are found in the heart,
They’re white and dainty, just trust and don’t give a doubt
For their love is real, giving it straight like their spiral horn,
When pierced they can endure, a gift when they were born.
First Place Winner
Contest: Unicorn Poem
Judged: 10/5/12
Sponsor: Poet Poet-Destroyer (PD)
Written : Sept. 29,2012
By Leonora Galinta
I am dedicating this poem to my dear friend, PD on her BIRTHDAY, OCTOBER 7, 2012. Here are lovely and mighty libran unicorns for you with their lovely queen!(smile). I am looking forward for your great and lovely Natal Day!
We wear this earth
and bear the heft of stones,
glacier-galled, polished by
eons of slow crawl
toward far-too-distant views
which call us from
our blue thin-air shell,
this shallow soil where, weak,
the hold of roots restrain.
We struggle to break free
from such restricting strata --
and to expand (as bubbles rise and glisten) --
to throw off
this world -- to emerge
new-born from natal egg
and -- freed -- to flee among the stars.
Silence
Life often lives in silence on tippy toes
In the forest who hears the soft snowflakes fall
Dew evaporating – the earth turning slow.
Which ears discern the musical sunlight’s call
Wistful ballads sung in shadows of stars -
Platinum midnight dripping from moonlight’s shawl.
As raindrops swell in clouds from afar
What dulcet hues in twilight’s soprano intones –
Orion’s deaf twinkle - dawn's silhouette.
No rhythmic sounds of blooms in natal tones
Nature muted as leaves return to earth
While dreams lose their voices with laryngic stones.
What sounds pulse from compassion’s birth?
Who hears the agony of a heart breaking?
Who hears a smile breaking out in mirth?
Silent sighs reverberate in void’s girth
Life often lives in silence on tippy toes
Who hears the agony of a heart breaking,
Dew evaporating – the earth turning slow.
4-5-22
Contest: Write a Terzanelle
Sponsor: L Milton Hanks