Short Cape Poems
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It’s cold and wet in Cape Town today,
Winter is hanging tight.
I hope tomorrow bring warmer climes.
I hope the sun shines bright.
Do gooders are hard to escape.
They're addicted to wearing the cape.
With less than a clue
Of what's good for you,
They insert then deny it's a rape!
The Red Cape
Of mars
Captures this
Florescent wind
In a time machine
Then, hurls
This vessel
Beyond these
Sacred stars
Comfort me
Red cape of Mars
A hat like Melania's
casts her face in shadow—
a yellow bouquet clasped in her hands
above a fluttering white skirt—
the full moon has her back
as he passes by.
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Cape wind fills the sails~
white wings skimming indigo,
tipping toward the sun.
Salt-spray arcs in laughing light
You love the Ocean
as it comes
I love the Ocean
as it goes
Caught in its tide
of becoming
Washed in the change
— of its flow
(Yarmouth Massachusetts: September, 1974)
( Rani )
If I could
My beautiful niece
I would gift you
The last of my days
As this would mean
The sooner It will be
Again
‘Together
We will walk on
The beach at
Cape Leveque
The Cape Point of Africa, where cold and warm oceans meet, boasting the beauty of our table mountain covered by a table cloth of cotton cloud.
Cape Town,
South Africa
10/03/2016
Doubling Cape Horn is live or die.
Waves as high as thirty meters
Mean as a Zulu’s assegai
Well known down there as hell greeters
We be seamen every last one
For us passage is good as done
For those who want to travel throughout the sparkling magic of space,
to see meteors crashing on planets,
Icy comets passing by and dead moons revolving…
Just where do you think you are now?
I
Without computing Light Years (LY)
Rain could join Space-Time
For making accessible rainbows
II
I walked under - the greatest Arch
White-clad sprites streamed promises -
edible flavors, rainbow colors
Early morning
The mist is still asleep on the lonely well polished grass
The birds are crying
I'm stuck with this load on my back
Morning in the Cape
Busy life, people having fun
The pavement is my bed
The insects are my friends
Welcome to my world
the wind of old nails
broken stones
the sky a gulit of rain
all these stunted trees
grasp over wet moss
seagulls are unborn children
that cry over the tundra
this is the end of a measured world
this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
It’s pouring down rain, big puddles on the street,
School is out, at the bus stop the kids all meet.
The girls have red capes and carry umbrella’s,
Black boots and raincoats are worn by the fella’s.
At home I’ll change into my PJ’s made of silk,
Then Mom will give me some cookies and milk.
From a distance a lighthouse horn blows
The mist settles in, fishermen do not go
A beacon light gleams and attracts
Sights and sounds, from a warning tract.
From a distance, harbor lights in a row
Tides smooth over, ripples are low
Seagulls landing, shells lie about
This must be Cape Cod no doubt
On Good Friday after church we eat
curried pickled fish and hot crossed buns
and drink black coffee because we share
in the painful agony of the Lord.
On Easter Sunday after church we braai *
meat and drink like fish and rejoice
in the victory over death and grave.
* (rhymes with "bye" ) - barbeque / barbecue
The cape
It's a sunny, cold day on the Cape.
I long to be there to walk on the beach.
The air is cold from the north breeze.
That brings the waves that tap the shore.
You can hear the roar of the surf as night will begin to fall.
The birds are gone for the day, will sing another day.
As this day ends here on the cape
stars light up the sky
power switch turned on…
festive lights bring festive cheer
*The City's Festive Lights
are switch on early in December
which marks the beginning of all
festivities in Cape Town for
Christmas and the New Year..
A concert is held in the City Center
before the lights are switched on at 8pm*
Trees and the branches in unison
As she continues her onslaught
Dress or skirt not viable
She blows everything
Meet the Cape Doctor
Smog disappear
A gorgeous
Cape Town
Showed
*we have a south easterly
wind here in Cape Town
named the Cape Doctor
because when it
blows you have got
to make sure you cling
to something or someone lol*
I
Delicious evening
Furtive moon, modest stars
2023 but ancient Sky
II
Cooler, Eastern Cape evenings - delicious
Blazing hot days, 40 degrees Celsius
Give way to ancient ways, in the stars
Only a few tonight (why?) And Venus perhaps?
Two of the four stars in a box, outshone the rest
- when Moon escaped the cloudy hedge
A few belts with triune stars consoled me
The waves go crashing on the rocks
The cliffs are grey and red
Childrens’ voices ring out clear
As the gulls go ghosting by
The sea feels colder than the blue it looks
Next stop Antartica helps
In summer ice cream still helps
To calm flustered bodies
A ship sail serenely by
As the seal struggles to grip
On the headland camera shutters click
Capturing the moment
Form:
See the Victorian style homes of an earlier day.
There are plenty of them around Cape May.
The sea birds seem to laugh as they fly.
Ubiquitously, they fill the summer sky.
Frolic in the sand and the surf by the sea.
This is the southernmost tip of New Jersey.
Walk along the boardwalks and taste the salt water taffy.
This vacation spot is a place for the whole family.
White as day and dark as night,
Sitting as a candle bright.
Standing lonely on a shore,
Guiding ships that sail once more.
Ocean churning, birds in flight,
Staircase spirals out of sight.
Sands of gold lie at your feet,
Longing for the sea to meet.
Silent guiding straight and true,
Years on end you’ve weathered through.
Always faithful as a friend,
Always treasured till the end.
Rose petals fall slowly behind the cape of death
Approaching our side our cheek she would caress
Fear not the separation of body and the soul
Whether it be quick or slow
Sometime we'll have to go
There's not a man alive who will never join the dead
All have an appointed time, a destiny with death
Since we all have to die, can we not accept the fate?
What's on the other side is the reason we're afraid
In South Africa, we imitate Thanksgiving, even "Black Friday!"
Is it business or American culture-wannabees
I hear awkward Howdys; "How U doing?" Narratives of "space ...customer care"
Just as plastic bags decorate sidewalks, veld, pretty cities. Krag, "power,"
Is out more than "on," and the same for water "Loadshedding,"
One of of very own phrases, as with 'State Capture' by WaBenzi
The newest tribe that found state funds for that German car!