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she stumbled over her own shadow
on course for one more restless night
a candle on the window sill flickered
bade farewell to the day’s struggle
scented with the fragrance of sweat
it was not so much a nightmare but
a vivid recollection of what had been
as the drenched duvet made her shiver
cotton wool draped over her eyes
made her remember the lashes
from the whip of another encounter
with the truth of her serrated narrative
too weak to talk with the demons
fearful and anxious of an uncertain future
she looked at the corroded hinges
of the closed casement that barred her view
ferrous rust played a ferocious serenade
in tune with the wind unable to soothe
somehow however the dust finally settled
and closed the narrow aperture of sorrow
her gaze fell upon the slender doorway
behind which had to be an outline of hope
when she squeezed through the dubious opening
she dared to question the sun and the moon
settled for the unknown as an act of resistance
and walked out of her life
03rd August 2021
Under the starry sky, where fireflies light up the dark,
A cedar tree, old and wise, tells stories in the park.
Its branches, a tangled web, shaped by many years of weather,
Hold the dreams of travelers, who rest below together.
On the mossy roots, under the green canopy,
The steps of those who came before, speak of history.
Merchants with fine fabrics, poets with ancient lore,
Gather where the tree whispers, to share their wisdom and more.
By the tree, a lute, worn by time and use,
Plays of adventures and heroes, and lands that fear abuse.
The leaves, they sway and shiver, like voices in the wind,
Repeating tales of happiness, secrets, and sins.
Oh, old cedar, guardian of whispers and starlight,
Your strong arms protect us, from dawn to dusk to night.
In this green haven, where the sun paints the ferns,
We touch your rough bark, and learn from your words.
The sun beams through the trees, in shades of gold and green,
Where shadows dance with dreams, that the cedars have seen.
A quiet witness of ages, standing tall and proud,
You've seen empires rise and fall, heard whispers loud and soft.
So let the fire burn, as the moon takes the crown,
Let stories of fireflies and stars, fill the air around.
For in this wonderland, under the cedar's care,
We find a hidden language, in nature's sacred lair.
Woodsmoke, Laughter, and Warmth
Sunlight slanting through pines,
the creak's cold whisper,
a child's echo of laughter.
Bare feet on smooth stones, slick with moss.
Ankle-deep in melted snow, a shiver on the skin.
The taste of distant winter, sharp and clean.
Splintered light on the water's surface,
a fleeting mirror of a girl's wonder.
Flickering flames,
a circle of warmth,
faces I know by heart.
The mountain's breath a memory.
Drying by the fire,
the scent of woodsmoke clinging to a wet t-shirt.
Laughter, a low hum of stories,
spun in the smoke that rises and disappears.
Hands held out to the heat,
the red glow on fingertips.
The day a perfect circle, beginning and ending here.
A final, deep breath before the chill returns.
Shriveled dreams shiver tonight
your eyes shimmer with tears
tainted hopes scare your heart
crumbling under forgotten years
I've blended mellowed lullabies
in pouring stardust from above
drenching your vineyard of pain
in draped showers of my love
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces.
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
Darling, let me be your solace
in storms of anxious blue rain
your halo I embrace in euphony
of silk-kissed healing vervain
Your unfurling petals tonight dance
in soothing cuddles of light afloat
Musical sandcastles orchestrate
drunk moonlight for you to dote
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
Bridge:
Let your soul dance in velvet dew
we've waited for long to love again
rhythms of silent hearts to flow
on painted canvas of ethereal touch
Chorus:
Gently now, gently let me wrap
your fingers entwined in laces
(Let your soul dance in velvet dew)
I've woven a blanket of stars
in clouds of fragrant traces
(we've waited for long to love again)
Gently now, gently let me caress
your parched lips with mine
(rhythms of silent hearts to flow)
trembling to melt frozen breath
as snowflakes in dewy outline
(on painted canvas of ethereal touch)
Gently now, gently brush my essence..
Gently now, gently my safe heaven...
August 30, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 22 - Lyric 2 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen: Gently Now, Gently
The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in their flight
with urges to run in thick of night
lounging with the pack on a hill
neath the moon silent and still
The forest with all her rookery
cast eyes below to the pack they see
the cold crypt of the earth below
blood covered in splays of snow
pale ice rugs flow on ground and rocks
as the pack do run seeking the flocks
the burrow of the white wolf and her pups
upon her milk the fledgling sups
the shiver of their meal in deathly gore
lying torn apart on the forest floor
the sinuous beauty of their agility
of taking prey down with ability
The dominate male and alpha mate
are always first in hunger to slate
how many priests have nature of pack
are hidden in darkness and innocence lack
looking for victims the prey that they stalk
in secret places the plans of it talk
Religion that is false will slaughter the sheep
to not be it’s prey the truth you must keep
her princes are wolves ravening prey
the word of the truth they seek to stay
they would come clothed in appearance of light
but within the gown is blackness of night
With a flood of lies He seeks to deceive
and devour the hearts of those who believe
The serpent lays in the den of his mate
The Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great
Ez 22:27 Zeph 3:2-4 Matt 7:15-16
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
[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
Form:
Man on a Hill
Man on a hill,
Bruised and broken,
Watches as the dice roll
For his seamless robe;
Stripped of his clothing;
No words are spoken
By the man on a hill.
Man on the hill,
Crushed by a crown of thorns,
Cries into the sky
Of the sunless day;
Forgiveness on his lips
Mercy adorns him -
The man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
All of Heaven bows before you –
Nature holds its breath;
Angels, silent,
Before the Word who gave them life;
Can you feel the wind shiver?
Can you feel the earth shudder?
Man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
Stands before us,
See His plan unfolding
Before our eyes;
Witness in his fading life
A testimony of undeniable love;
By the man on a hill.
There's a stirring within the herd
They sense the rains are on their way
Lush pastures their thinking conferred
Soon masses in migration display
Such desires go so undeterred
Marching bovidae, determination
The Serengeti's their destination
Columns roam like wandering shadows
Skirted by Zebra and Grant Gazelles
Dust clouds in airborne throw
With each mile these masses swell
God's gift will soon be bestowed
Upon a clearing appears the Grumeti River
Next if we endured we'd surely shiver
Banks of steep, foaming rapids thunder
Crocodileans surface peer, awaiting
Whom goes first is sure to be plundered
Will the next escape this frenzied sating
Or dragged torn twisted, surface under
Carnivorous carnage amidst crimson flow
Still there are hoards this migration shows
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WANDERING IN WINTER WONDERLAND
Season’s face dons new hues at nature’s call,
spring’s verdant foliage changes color,
shimmers in last golden glow of the fall,
listens to chilling northern wind’s whisper
in rustle of leaves swan song of winter
as the blue sky turns opaque and greyer.
That’s when you returned to me from the cold
through the mist of my frozen memory.
Through the frosted door entered our times old,
the gleam of winter sun you brought to me
from the fog a new dawn rose I could see,
the freezing shiver turned to ecstasy.
As we sat by flaming hearth hand in hand
my mind wandered in winter wonderland.
Written : December 26, 2018
March 30, 2020
Contest : Strand Choice U, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Dear God, I do not ask for health or wealth. People ask you so often that you can't have any left. Give me, God, what else you have. Give me what no-one else asks for. Amen.
Dakota Fanning
We are more than the sum of our oddities,
When the body fails, so do our qualities
A deep and abiding affection for life...
When your stomach just won't let it.
What if we lose everything we hold dear?
What if we suddenly lose all we live for?
Everything crumbles in your hands as burned paper...
Can you wear it or stand in front of it?
And fight with anger as a fuel spear.
Oh, God, you are worthy of my praise!
You are my precious treasure
And the nectar that soothes my anxiety
You are utterly reliable in every way...
When passing through the squeezer
You are with me...
There is no way to hide no matter what
Nothing more, God, I praise you
You brought me back with your own touch.
Ah, if we listen to our hearts and love God!
We will feel refreshed and lifted
This leads to ecstasy...
That light from God by worshiping him.
While I stroll by your river
I shiver when I swallow your water
I'm falling apart!
What a difference love has made!
And Lord, I will never hide from you.
A fitter future for the hungry
Expression of anhedonia and glaze
Facing the light is relaxing
A genuine smile can save their soul
Speak and they will listen with unanimity...
Swords will be besotted into the plow
To grow crops and feed humanity
And the poor will prosper and rise to power
To do this bold radical world...
What if we don't have friends?
Would it be genuinely lonesome?
Life will have no meaning or purpose
Don't we need such close friends?
No one is a lonesome ship at sea
We should sustain those bonds, dear.
Welcome tired hearts
Abide a break for your tired feet
Stop talking, sing more!
Grab less, share more!
More kisses, fewer kicks!
Not noisy, but soft!
Stop bragging, more bending!
Family and peace
Kindness is always free
It grants us calm, for love is a blessing.
Written: December 25, 2022
Priceless Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh