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I stand beneath the heavy shadow of the my father's old chair,
my breath suspended, fragile,s s n g s l a n t i n g i n t h e a i r…
Molomo o sekamego, a trembling fault line,
where the truth twists sideways before it reaches daylight.
My tongue—a clumsy, tangled bird—tumble-stutters,
afeela raranya leleme le ea tlabana,
trying to construct a cathedral out of fractured air.
*ke leka go uta…*
*se ke…*
*se entseng…*
I lean obliquely against the crushing weight of his gaze.
Ke leka ho uta se ke se entseng,
holding back the tide of a boyish, broken secret.
Inside my skull, the psychological gears grind—
an architecture of guilt, an imbalance tilting toward terror.
*f a l l i n g a s k e w…*
*b r e a t h l e s s…*
*v e i l e d i n g r a c e…*
Nka re go swana le mehleng ya tate—
for in his era, every line was straight, absolute, unyielding.
Yet here I bend. Here I warp.
I weave a cunning lace of pleasing words and desperate flattery,
mantswe a kgopama, a patela bohloko,
framing an excuse to keep my tiny fragile universe from shattering.
*ke leka go khupetsa…*
*se ke…*
*se entseng…*
Ke thoma ho inama, ke theohela tlase—
descending into the quiet sanctuary of surrender.
I press my trembling forehead against his towering knee,
hoping the warmth of my submission will erase the stain.
Empa leihlo la tate le otloloha nnete;
his eyes are sharp geometry, piercing through my paper lies.
*s h a d o w s d r i f t i n g…*
*u n s t e a d y e c h o e s…*
*p u r i f i e d i n a i r…*
Ke batla go lokiša, go lekalekanya,
to smooth the crumpled edges of this twisted tale,
to stretch the distorted storyline until it lies flat again.
Moo lipuisano li ka papamalang hape—
where silence and speech meet in transparent, weightless harmony,
mme ka fumana kgotso,
and the fractured mind finally finds rest in his forgiveness.
It was half-sub-merged; as it were you
sea."
And some sort of process?
that seemed to
In-clude me.? Well wether i write-ed? or it just appeared.' People will read it have no
Fear..It will test their aptitude and
drown their senses..May be it'll flush out more whatever? And liquidate fences.? Words have that power.! I know not fully, the knot from
Whence it comes, yet it causes some tears
And anguish in a sum.' Or laughter? And
hilarity, fires emotions; causes commotions, it can describe truth fully or
Twisted, it can be.? It describes Abrahams
Actions, for ' he digged a well ' thats the text in front of me..A Bible verse thats lasted so long, a story etched in stone and songs, read so many billion times..The tounge
recites its prose and rhyme..I think
Of the fancy grammer beagles that stilt and censure..And create wots legal.? But
God don't care.' Bout sll the razz, and when they run out of words, and time there is more that He has.' He gets it writed.' Is whats the case.' And it will float
This ARK in many a space writed and worthy it proceeds along, while critics though many.' Are really
swans lost in their own songs.'
another somber rise of day through autumn's reign
where clouded thoughts backslide through eyes
while the anguish of my pain lies misted in the lash of october's skies
i watch as the breeze strips color from these trees
crimson drops aloft on the awry path, downward in spirals
like a child's mind trying to find assuage from life's affliction
through atrocious little lines carved upon shrouded flesh
in an auspicious attempt to find relief, momentarily unrestricted
sometimes i long to be like the leaves of autumn, spun golden
twirling in the allure of whispered breezes, adrift in the winds
carefree on the jaunt of life of these memories that taunt
other times, the appetency to be the tree is greater in depth,
to be bare, weightless and absolve the heaviness of life's burdens
as you cast them downward in wayward winds to their death
while your roots remain grounded, although twisted, still stand firm
sometimes i'd like to see the beauty in october through other's eyes
to glow in the dawn of my day, not shiver in its winded breath
beneath the grays of skies, where all i can see is impending death
in the season's foreshadow as the leaves slip like blood through hands
October 9, 2019
Crazy A's Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Enjoys her new found roles in her life
Visions of dastardly deeds dance in her head
Irate when people are rude and show disrespect
Loves to know what she is capable of
Wishes some things were different
Is nervous about sons going off on their own
Cool mom she is to them
Knows they Love her no matter what
Enjoys her more morbid thoughts
Does enjoy to make a person squirm
&
Definitely not your average beauty
Enjoys the inner workings of her mind
Makes no issue over who she is
Enriches your life just by being there
Needs love and support not condemnation
Takes charge when no one else will
Each day she shines no matter what
Deliciously twisted and still a friend
This is dedicated to my other 2 sisters. This is ALL 3 of us in various forms. I love you
2 and I hope I you make proud. I am proud to have you as my sisters and hope you 2 know you
are loved. We are all 3 together Evil Wicked & Demented.
The Tornado
By: Tom Wright
2/11/99
Against the backdrop
Of a puffy black cloud.
Lightening,
Raced across the sky.
Rolling thunder
Rumbled loud.
No rain yet
The ground is dry.
Lightening,
Just struck a popular tree.
Its twisted trunk
Is now ablaze.
If I were tall
That would be me.
Squinting to see
Through smoky haze.
A roaring wind,
Sounds of a train I hear.
Being pelted now
With hail so hard.
Sensing,
That a funnel might be near.
It's promptly to the cellar
From the yard.
From cellar steps
I count funnels three.
Aloft, I watch debris
Of swirling tin and more.
Now they appear
A quarter mile from me.
Mothers yelling,
Son, get in and bar the door.
CHAKRAS BOLD
HE designed root red via
a laugh so raucous creating
world wild rumbling random
rubies rolled ruling red
thunderous winds whirling
shimmering shocking floods
Emperor Supreme spearing
stimulate Mother channels
birthing babes to cuddle
sword sheath bloody
red is my beneath !
HE designed my womb
occult oracle orange
oceanic openings obliging
receive that which swims
into the deep to hear
obituaries or observe
creation’s octahedral
cathedrals octaving to
behold bold olive and oak
OM is where I rest divine
operatic orange sublime
HE designed my navel
with its surrounds golden
solar yellow mighty ignite
magnetise miracles for
better sight savouring
power for hours exuding
fires roaring pouring will
enduring strength for miles
and miles adoring gold
burnished bold plexus
platinum yellow nexus
HE designed my Heart
full blown DaVinci art
Picasso could not compete
green moss spring soft
therein pirouetted daisies
in swirling whorls fading
Mozart’s maddening
crescendoes crying
veils upon veils to
enticingly whisper
‘Come, bride, come’
HE designed my throat
a singing topaz blue
so true to cobalt hues
anew each teal
dolphin silent sprang
Truth trout sighed
sky blue signal smoke
softly sowed sweet
royal kaleidoscopes
herald harmonic hopes
pop songs wrote
HE designed forehead a
deep indigo isle circled
in vintage fashion
twisted ivy presented
EYE of all eyes an
empress ringlet ruffle
to and fro pondering
pupils so deep diving
turbulent storms to keep
in comfort who adores
my adorings roly holy
On my head Valentine
Supreme valanced a
valuable vortexed venture
vaned a thousand petals
a halo not exposed to
winged shadows shady
so my wondrous wispy
wisdoms you may emit
from this lotus crown fast
feather ferns fathom to
fit fetish dream atoms
O ! Lord of Lords !
in red orange gold
green blue indigo
white to sight heights
I bathe in your colours
behold arms embrace
so chaste to post my
poems in coloured
posies haste so
comely these chakras
choralling
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
&Song2025
I have brothers and sisters
Not by blood, by an unspoken bond
Some wear leather some wear lace
We all ride our bikes to and fro
We are a community within a community
We know what one is thinking just by a look
Based on Respect ,mutual trust
We live, love and laugh just like you
We ride the twisted, curvy roads
Wind in our face, no destination
Sound of our engine, appreciating nature
The smell of the grasslands
We're like the indians
With our own reservation
We're like cowboys, who ride a horse
Ours is a steel horse
We protect each other
And will help out anyone
Funds are raised, toys for tots
Breast cancer awarness
A family who just lost a loved one
I'm the sister who saved your daughters life
I'm the brother who protected your son
I'm a mother a father, a daughter a son
A sister a brother, an aunt an uncle
We love the same as you and yours
Our family is bigger, the ties run deep
So next time you see us, remember this
One of us might be the one to save your life
The purple orchid seemed flawed
At first glance, twisting yet not ugly
Like an artist who ruins a canvas
In distracted strokes of purple
In a quest to reach out to a sunset
Appearing unworthy of a second glance
Bearing the brunt of his twisted strokes
Till the restless night is broken by the dawn
Producing the most spectacular bloom
Complex and yet mysterious in its appearance
Unquestionably sweet, valued for its many
Differences with other blooms, touching him
As the artist caresses the soft outlines of purple
Karma entwined in hues of royalty and purity
Radiating with freshness that a new day brings
A magic fragrance in the air with an endive
Like flavour, rich to garnish your very soul!
2.6.22
hairy creepy
crimson leaves
lively jumpers
jubilant squirrels
squeaky barndoor
blatant rooster
renegade trees
tremendous crackles
crazy autumn
quintessential sticks
starling flutters
flamboyant colors
compassionate shadows
shifting noises
nearby deer
darling fawn
freckled newborn
purple thorns
thoroughly harsh
hearing robin
rustic log
leaning trunk
tree twisted
twirling leaf
lengthwise walk
wayward direction
gray sky
skirmish underbrush
understanding snake
sneaking past
poisonous maybe
mouse skitters
skimming foot
forever memory
meandering home
Home at last
and in one piece!
Doomed Horizons
Twisted vines of thorny fingers
Wrap the entrance to this place
Ripping flesh and bandaged whispers
Outlines dark of saddened trace
Carving names in weathered forecasts
Those who fall before it’s due
Leaning off to glimpse the future
Never once a grumbled clue
Placing frowns of lost persuasion
Drawing lines in charcoal sands
Daring one then yet another
Shouting out in loud demands
Gather here for time is wasting
At the edge where hearts now break
Watching as the waves they beckon
Out beyond the landslide wake
Take your spot, a crowd is forming
Cloudy skies will call your name
Step up to the planned formation
Only you are now to blame
Spread your arms in bird-like fashion
Forgetting that you can not fly
Waiting is your destination
Following the tears you cry
You will reach the sorted bottom
Past the point of no return
Hurry now, the sun is setting
Doomed horizons quickly burn
12/06/16
Written for the Point of No Return poetry contest
Hosted by Nicola Byrne