Long Trek Poems
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Watching for thrushes that grow moist
from dusky soil, my heels trek along
deepened clay. As I lay on the porch listening
to tress rustling, inky moon sinks its riddled face
through veil of midnight. Somehow, I feel restless...
abandoned like jagged refrains of this heart
which seems to fall into an unsettling interlude
of time. Yes, this golden chapter drifts,
as a baptism of new beginnings swells.
on this barren field…
a solitary twig cracks
from one glittered tree
The nightfall drools looking for the yellow
among clouds. For a while, the hazy outlines
of strangers--native women and children ---
disturb my revelries of younger moments
lingering through the dipping sway from moonglow.
Through calm intervals of laughter, I sway
with mid life's flow; fire to air, salt to honey.
Much as I need to inhabit youth's space,
it no longer belongs to me.
But twilight comes brimming with all
the glistened jewels of my own half- time of a world.
between two lifetimes
is a haunting melody…
like an unsung note
spring blooms lost in deep snowdrifts
black ice roads mark highest peaks
shared coats and tea in old flasks
child builds snowman in a lee
night closing in on mountain
cold is seeping into bones
spare layers of clothes shared out
prejudices not valid
morning broken by weak sun
its beauty lost on the group
stranded in bitter landscape
amongst friends of all races
in shorts and sturdy jacket
farmhand comes to the rescue
trek through green valley and dale
assist weekend bushwhackers
to some it was a photo
in local rag or on phone
the essence was lost on most
of people stranded in peace
Mardi Gras has finally come to town
Bourbon Street is getting ready for the best party around
Let the party begin as the neon lights get the revellers dancing through the streets
Music from various artists with unique and powerful beats
The windows and the doors from balconies fling open with no time to spare
Brightly coloured beads fall through the night air
Police on horses try to maintain crowd control
Thousands of people enjoying their alcohol-fuelled stroll The street looks like a giant rainbow with all the colourfully dressed people abound
The trek becomes an obstacle course with trinkets strewn across the ground
I survived the night thanks to my wife who kept me in line
Truly a night to remember until the end of time
Konkas draw a blanket over the flats,
but our state live like over fed fat cats
Zuma had another great opinion,
now we must dream of a Rand reunion
People crying, life’s an uncertain fate,
but they are building another toll gate
Nkandla was built for his many wives
"Fire pool" just brings out our angry knives
All the voters wanted; a piece of bread!
Now even the family pet is dead
Zuma laughs and hands his dog some biltong
and sings another ushini kill song
We are done with this sick gravy train gang
The day has come for the biltong to hang
Konka : drum with holes for fire keeping warm makes smoke
flats: slang for cape flats…a area people stay
Rand: South African currency
Nkandla: Zuma’s estate “upgrade” used 270 million rand of taxpayer’s money
fire pool: what he called the swimming pool in upgrade scandal
Ushini: machine gun struggle song used to sweep up support
Biltong: luxury food similar to beef jerky..is hung to dry when made
Zuma : corrupt president of South Africa
#zumamustfall
original I wrote
Biltong en Brood
Konkas trek n kombers oor die vlaktes,
maar die staat luister nie meer na klagtes
Zuma het nou eers weer n opienie,
en nou hou ons vir die Rand ruinie
Ons het geen werk en tot ons honde vrek,
maar die staat beplan net nog n duur toll hek
Nkandla waar hy sy vroue huisves
maar dit bereik net vuur emmers moles
Die kiesers vra net n klien stukkie brood
maar hy se dis n leun die hongersnood!
Zuma lag en gee biltong vir sy hond
Hy smeer botter om die kiesers se mond
Ons staan op en sal ons nie weer laat vang
Die dag het gekom, dat die biltong sal hang
Courage and gratitude child of mine.
Thy way is unfolding unto my divine.
My arms and hands do uphold thee,
In My footsteps thou art carried.
I with thee traverse this coarse trek,
Making way through sordid wreck.
My heart shields thine, and light shines.
My whisper to teach of the sublime.
All is conquered, press on, press on.
Newness reigns in the dawn.
We’ll rule at last, as freedom Gods,
As heaven smiles, and deity nods.
Love is pure, and sacrifice sets free,
Making royalty of thee and Me.
In righteous lives are fruits of wisdom,
Building hope, and breaking desperation.
Thou art Mine, with no detachment.
We are one, through love’s commitment.
Christ is the way, truth and life.
Come unto Him, that your burdens be light.
We give our time, will and talents,
To our Father, who’s endowed us.
Throughout earth life’s time our test,
We must prove our very best.
All we are and hope to be,
Comes from Christ and His deeds,
Planted in our souls as seeds.
We are His children, growing as He.
Shaking her wet ears, uncertain
How her purpose may be best served
Stagger concealed in immersion
Shown the pasture that she deserved
Frolicking safely within a flock
Diminutive trot to the beat kept timid
Faithfully bides time, tick clock
Offer of grace to God signals her limit
Wool washed, cleansed by clan
Coddled offspring wrapped with cotton
Shepherd held title, simple plan
Dinners prepared, archaic ideals rotten
Bristling beneath her softness
Fibres frayed at what her life signifies
Dismayed to only boost profits
Loyal lamb follow is forsaken sacrifice
Fuming, she rips off her fleece
Livid lion malicious marauder dormant
Roars revenge, discards peace
Trek to reckless, divorce her informant
Taught to shelter, even in harm
Trust husband’s will, cutlet finale fate
Savage feline, leaving the farm
Sleek escapee lapping blood off plate
Sacrificial Sixteenth November
A world in which people look down,
Like a monarch who cares for his crown,
Not the kingdom which he is to rule;
Power is the choice of a fool.
Which road are we willing to take?
The choice we make for our own sake.
Brotherly love is a thing long past,
Nobody cares for the outcast.
Look up, raise your eyes, make a difference,
Don't wait in the deepening silence.
Lift your eyes to the sky and off of the floor,
Make the first move, fight the first war.
It's not an easy track to trek,
To pull up humanity's shipwreck.
But together we can conquer all
That's in our way after the fall.
Form:
I'd like to go to the stars
or scan the deepest oceans.
And explore the planet Mars,
guided by my emotions.
I'd like to fly through the sky,
chasing rainbows, droplets spun.
And give ballooning a try,
floating free under the sun.
I'd like to trek, desert-sands
or the jungles of this world.
And visit exotic lands
in tall ships with sails unfurled.
I'd like to pause time on earth,
and rewind it to my youth.
And drop in on Jesus's birth,
separating myth from truth.
I'd like to repay the love
and loyalty of my friends.
And know that God rules above
before I die and life ends.
(Quatrain)
1/2/2016
8/20/17
Determined
Durin' the excursion
For certain
Taking care of any burden
In person
Whether out in the open or behind a curtain
All set
For the trek
With 100 percent
Intent
To make much more than a dent
Taking continual steps
Putting forth my best
One day and night after the next
After respect and success
Nothing less
For another day here, I am blessed
Endless stuff being flaunted
And folks being taunted
Remaining undaunted
Getting after what is wanted
No matter if the area, is considered haunted
Not endangering
Or favoring
Staying unwavering
Just laboring
Leaves were green dresses in Spring; now wrinkled with age
Yellowed as an old love poem written on a parchment page
Stripped from tree limbs by Autumn's vibrant flowing winds
Chilled air is part of seasonal changes that Nature rescinds
It's sweater weather for long walks on the cool days of Fall
Southbound birds fly overhead. I hear their migratory call
Into the woods I wandered; dampened by a sprinkle of rain
Remnants of fallen leaves line the paths on shores of Maine
It's time to build a camp fire, as light of day begins to fade
I trek back across a small stream, shallow enough to wade
with treasures of an owl's feather, and a scarlet maple leaf
The last ray of sun casts a golden glow on the woods' motif
September 11, 2020
Autumn-Fall Rhyme Challenge
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