Without food
Means to change station
As go the dying poor in document
So must I
The forager
Origin of contempt
Translation of bureaucrat
My headaches not for information
This and this alone
Finds the civilized item
Creating civilizations
Spaceman
Sour Apple Ice
A hand me down
From a news friend
On our street
Whom possessed the capacity
Of a bad gateway?
A spacemare lands her bright
Simplicity and amaze
Without charge
Her lounge and a courtships ending
Where and how does a man resemble
His fortune after beings are conquered?
The post of California
In lost postage
Where has liberty wronged?
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LRH11ZY1
FEAR NOT TO VISION
Fear not to vision
Trust to catch stardust from
Whence we came
Create a new World, woven
With Peace and Patience
Fear not the glaring blaze of Light
It dazzles us with lucid eyes
To clarify the vision
Brighter than newborn blood
Tastier than marula fruit
Smelling of cinnamon and rubies
A father sails the seven seas
Luminous guides smile
In another land
God speaks loud as DNA unfurls
Unfurls in the Void
©GhairoDaniels
Poetry&Song
Poem recited on YouTube @ghairodanielspresence : Poetry playlist
( This little poem first appeared in the
Testament on Forced Removals under Apartheid : District Six Memories Thoughts and Images, Attic Press 2021, as part of a set of poems on Forced Removals )
SOUL BIRTH : 71 HORSTLEY STREET, DISTRICT SIX
Swathed in golden fleece
White light dancing
Cigarette smoke twirls
Waters break and gush
Bright as the nearby ocean
To say hello to the midwife
Preparing the birthing table
A violet spirit comes
A birthing through channels and layers
The room becomes vast
Souls linger about
Radiant and receiving
Onto the Earth Dimension
Task complete
Melancholy sits here too
Cradling the unknown
Too delicate to hold
Waves dance in rain and white wind
Ice cold separated by time
Here I sit in a District in the South
Watching myself being born
And red blood
Flows…
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song +-1980s
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[ This is one of the poems I wrote on my experience of Forced Removals from District Six, South Africa under the Apartheid Government. Nine of the poems are published in the Testament : District Six Memories, Thoughts and Images /edited by Martin Greshoff/ Attic Press 2021. This is the first of the set. Watch this space for more poems on Forced Removals ]
Dr. Good in hospital reminds us all
All pregnancies are final
Inconceivable at the core
Inconveniences must be dealt with
Just another disease in need of cure
A personal malignancy to freedom
An interference with fun for sure
That growth inside of you must be extracted
Womb removals come at a pretty penny my dear
Dr. Metal Hanger operates at night
Just around the corner in the dark
In the back alley with a long thin wire
That inconvenience will come right out
Don't worry about the other organs
There is no extra charge for you
So spread um baby and open wide
Say Ahh.... This kind doesn't cry
By the way....what's its name?
The young girl whimpers, “Tumor”
I don't need make-up, it's tattooed on
I still need to shave each day
eye shadow and lip stick ~ ready to go out
always check my hair looks good.
I still need to shave each day
Laser hair removal's a work in progress
always check my hair looks good
looking feminine is spoiled by facial hair.
laser hair removals a work in progress
eye shadow and lip stick ~ ready to go out
looking feminine is spoiled by facial hair
I don't need make-up, it's tattooed on.
Elizabeth alexander 21/3/2016
What numbs the hand, and pulls the eye
is nonsense by the fancied few,
but grasp the rancor like a sty
and hold the measure further up!
No more than would I arduously cup
a multiple fit of by and by
but calm my axis, lose abrupt
and drink to honor's sought worthwhile!
For I result but of a life,
and thee, but of a constant strife,
the joke by par expand relies
the futile here, of what is guise!
How deaf the problem I incite
by waiting wasting my respite
resources granted use my life
but here, withheld, removals quiet!
The goal inherent, still is rife
the role as reverent . . . culls way's riots.
At twilight I sang
through veils of darkness,
as moon turned heads
with her crescent mourning,
and yesterdays permeate
within this etherized rhythm,
the metronome swung
a lifetime within a crescendo,
violet tears seeped octaves
and feel distantly,
to move in life
and shivers took hold
in old lanes paved
with tears of stone,
streets littered with
tissues of newspaper,
blowing to roll
as a string of
breath past,
dustbins filled with organs
necessary removals of survival,
now
breathe with life again
amethyst and gold leaf,
press all roads of now
to rain,
with feathers of faith
with the debris of horror
gasping at routes end,
a mercy,
street-sweepers cleared
to guard
waiting for the call
to a final reckoning
now as midnight chants,
striking
every memory of horror!,
crushing each torture!
till,
they are nevermore
I sing with amethyst ether
tendril-ed from my lips,
and I forgive them all
in one breath