Chiaroscuro ballerina,
Rond de jambe in chaînés
Jeté, jeté
Grand jeté
Mariana Victoria,
Your Seiren eyes speak in
Adamantine lies
Forbidden apple gates
Amina Afrikana,
Runes enjambed in chains
Adamantly denying
Grand opries
Bloomeria guro,
Your six-petaled cries sing
"Beaujolais, beaujolais!"
Forbidden pomegranates
Categories:
rond, africa, allegory, black african
Form: Free verse
Liefdes wandel
Dalene Deale
As jou wangetjies so mooi rooi is
En jou glimlag verby jou ore gaan
Van die ‘n bewonderde liefde
Of so bietjie te veel gesellige wyn
Wat alle inhibisie laat staan
Dan lyk jy so gelukkig
En of geen aardse gebeurtenis
jou om sal krap
Maar in stede jou laat uitsien
Na hand aan hand
In die maanlig stap
Ag hoe wonderlik is die bottervliegies
Wat in jou maag rond vladder
Wat die huidige oomblik net meer uitlig
En jou gevoelens
Meer as enige vlag laat wapper
Geniet elke oomblik liefling
Laat die liefde jou al hoër dra
Want sulke volvullende oomblikke
Is meer as wat enige menslike hart kan vra.
Categories:
rond, joy, love,
Form: Free verse
Gee my jou hand
Iets om vas te hou
Gee my jou hart
Iets om lief te he
Gee my jou lippe
Iets om myne besig te hou
Gee my jou wange
Iets om te maak bloos
Gee my jou voorkop
Iets om te soen
Gee my jou hare
Iets on my hande besig te hou
Gee my jou oë
Iets om in te verdwaal
Gee my jou alles
Want dis wat jy vir my is
Hier is my arms
Iets om om jou te vou
Hier is my skouer
Iets om op te lê
Hier is my lewe
Iets om beter te maak
Hier is my liefde
Iets om meer te maak
Hier is my wêreld
Iets om lig te gee
Hier is my ore
Iets wat sal luister
Hier is my gedagtes
Iets om in rond te hardloop
Hier is my hart
Iets wat jy klaar gesteel het
Categories:
rond, 11th grade, allusion, dedication,
Form: Verse
(after Charles Baudelaire)
It’s not the same. I noticed it today,
while dodging Rond-Point carriages.
I’m not the sort who mindlessly disparages
whatever’s new, but Haussman’s swept away
the Paris that I loved. Thus thought the swan
who’d wandered somehow from the Tuileries
and limped, bewildered, frightened, ill-at-ease,
his web feet scraping as he struggled on,
he knew not where, uncertain why his wings
were rasping in dry dust, instead of water.
Nearby, a black girl on a cast-iron bench
(advanced TB: I’ve come to know these things)
sat huddled, shy, not knowing any French,
quite lost. And Africa has lost a daughter.
Categories:
rond, society,
Form: Sonnet
This is Rond Point,
A multitude of people with a flare of cultures,
An entropic junction with an atmosphere of trade in a fanfare of items,
Standing still in this magnificent human-like iron statue,
It has yet remained diverse in its people
But unique in style, fashion and name!
Rond Point Deido, the banks of the Wouri
Categories:
rond, art, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
my eyes have seen the Glory, the glory evermore
la de fa et for ever more, Bellet ever more cry no
more our amorous our love, we are not Rome but
ya yet you will stand for ever more, Stand ever more
Rustic their way for evermore one mans waste creators
treasure, Muluct never, My bellet afa eta love for ever
more, my the seas for ever more track 15 musical soup
Rond de jambe en delors 4 times asseble (devnt )
or track 1 to 4 to begining 3 times Fouette movements
may be don by spring perf instead of a releve'
doublework developpe a la seconde devant attituant
fouette to attitude derriete promenade finishing in arabesque pen
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Categories:
rond, devotion, nostalgia, passion, sad,
Form: ABC