My bones, my mind, my love doth know
For the sun’s light come after the crow
Of a rooster proudly doing his duty
Rising each morning, to a new beauty
Colors dance and leap across the sky
I wake to the noise I need not reply
Let me sit and ponder
The forest in my mind I wander
Sit in the stillness, the peace of morne
I have no felt this since the day I was born
Let time become slow and the seconds pass by hours
Stop and smell the roses, smell the flowers
Categories:
morne, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Le Morne warm wind enfolds me
Voices from the cliffs and the sea.
As it blows the fatal slave stories
Its wavelets bring their real agonies.
Time like the waves come and go
Their ordeals facing the brilliant glow
Are miseries the vegetation covered
With all persecution they suffered.
In rugged slopes and prickly bushes
Their hearts thumping of ambushes
Slaves escaped cruelty and starvation
But perished in all confrontation.
Rainbows and amber gold sun rays
Still shine the same as in old days.
No more pirates lurked in the sand
No more slaves hide on the mountain.
As wave fragments become whole
Their spirits embrace,soul to soul
And they all join to say softly
"We are the symbols of cruelty".
Categories:
morne, history, humanity, slavery, violence,
Form: Rhyme Royal
A beautiful mind, one of a kind
Kept alone, river of love as dry as a bone
Hidden from society, protected from it's immoral notoriety
With no purposed intent, a conversation with unexpected extent
An act best described as divine, two lonely souls intertwine
Causing apprehension at first, both groomed to expect the worst
An explosion of attraction, fulfilment and soulful satisfaction
Perfectly calculated chemistry, flawless like an act of wizardry
Forged from lonely contemplation, defences destroyed by recent reflection
Most priceless gift of hope, hastened by the hart's grope
Reignites a forgotten fire, once fueled by lustful desire
Now an untainted yearning of late, for the soul's perfect mate
With the splendor of honesty, the most wonderful dream a possibility
With distance the test, love will conquer with no contest
A Fairy tale unfolds, with the best still untold
A lesson on what we can achieve, when we are willing to BELIEVE.
Morne van Dyk - 25/02/2015
Categories:
morne, desire, emotions, feelings, heart,
Form: Rhyme
Everything was up to date
Around the year 1998
Two days after valentines day
You can think what you may
A balloon of love hung in the car
Everyone left with a scar
Five shots fired
The detectives were hired
Three children left orphaned
And only one man to blame
Penny was hit one time in the back
And three in the chest, what a shame
Dwayne shot himself once in the chest
He laid there and suffered with a hole in his vest
He laid there in a pile of blood and bled
But not till he put a towel over her head
Everyone gathered to morne a her viewing
Even Alma Snyder from Kentucky flew in
I cried so hard at her grave site
I wish she could have put up a fight
People gathered from near and far
They came in a truck, van, or car
I forgive him but some people dont
i understand why some people won't
She's safe in God's hands now
I don't know why or how
We miss her more then ever
We'll remember her face forever.
Categories:
morne, death, family, loss, sympathy,
Form: I do not know?