A glistening sun-baked day
Blue sky reverberates into deeper blue
Light shimmers in pixels
A yellow butterfly flutters against the petals of a flower,
Like a piece of paper caught in a breeze,
It lilts and lolls and lifts lazily
A dog shifts on the cool concrete floor
Stretches legs and rolls over murmuring
On the edge of the shady bird bath,
A Cape robin pauses, flashing eyes, a red breast
Then it dives in, wings whirling like windmills as it sings sweetly to the silence of a summer day
I watch from the stoep as life eases and settles into a rhythm of peace,
Slowly unfurling:
An African day winds down, seamlessly
And I feel the solace of true belonging
Not the myth, not the stories
Just the letting go of all it's pieces.
Categories:
stoep, africa, blessing, butterfly, feelings,
Form: Free verse
I can do my rune rede uncorrupted.
The Ward nurses word can not be trusted.,
Nurse allows me to eat at the cafe,
I will be pissed off ,trusting them, led astray .
Will go outside on the stoep ;be alone.
Go on a strike, license lost, not in the zone,
I write some poetry, I feel genuine ,
Refuse my requests I take no medicine..
I feel relieved my mood is feels so high.
Reduce my food intake; you ready to die ?
I am covid free as far as I see ,
Send out the death note on the Net , I decree.
See my cousin tomorrow if things go well.
Send my death note out to my kin -a hard sell,
Write poems about nature in near future,
I might. be paranoid have a sense of humour..
Do my exercises brings no sorrow.
Sad if I am not seeing blood tomorrow,
Trying to keep a rigid upper lip ,
My ward is a locked door ;a hellish trip.. guy
Categories:
stoep, deep, destiny,
Form: Heroic Couplet
SENSE PLEASURE
Red honeyed apples
autumn leaves dewed
****** merge with sun streams
whilst children sleep dear dreams
Bobbing bubble baths
yogurt on hot chilli pie laughs
smell the sour dough
nourishment oh oh oh !
Blue moon paints front stoep
knobbly hand whispers stories
of heritages and future glories
skin ripples aptly rapt
Prancing clean laundry dance
mother’s milk in melting mouth
puppy grovels dirt digging south
sound frequencies simmer smoothly
Von Gogh sunflowers float in
mental notes skipping
Mozart phantom pianos airwaves
come dine alive then to jive
Pleasure finding the lost gazed
glance glimmer with God at no cost
Earth to Heaven find
THE JOYOUS JOURNEYED CONNECTION !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song
2000
Categories:
stoep, beautiful, children, color, earth,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
The closer the better
Nearier and nearier
Thats how i seem get when approaching the light, yet i never really feel it in sight
I do well and promising in the mid year
I flash my eyes its another new year
Still stuck in same position as the previous years
I fumble strategies to kill a cat
But the cat murders me to death
Is it the stone i used to bat?
Is it my flippery sneakers on a painted stoep?
I wouldn't know the cause,would i?
Im far from close and being better
Categories:
stoep, age, art,
Form: Free verse
Kom wind, kom weer – Kom oseaan
(Geïnspireer deur Laurika Rauch se lied)
Ek droom van my eie huis eendag by die see
Vir Laurika eentyd was dit nag
Myne staan ook op ‘n rots: maar dis dag
Daar in my huisie oordink ek my weë
Geen wind, geen weer, of oseaan maak my bang
Nagwaak nie meer, maar met daglig versier
Al is ons arm, my huisie is duur
Want daai kant is hartjies aan die muur op gehang
Sonsak, Suidwester se wind laat my bid:
Ek dank U o Heer vir die goed wat ek het
Die oseaan, my maatjie, die stoep en my bed
Hier by my huisie kan ons rustig sit
"Kom wind, kom weer – Kom oseaan"
Die storms en winde kan ek nou verstaan.
Categories:
stoep, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?
A canvas high and felt traced tips
With background broad and tint azure
None posed in space with limbs being clipped
The sketch of liberty one saw
When pillars then in holes are tucked
Sore eyes in Gaya’s comfort seek
While plumes of sentiment are plucked
Love lingers on in love’s mystique
Time let the warble low to swoop
And beak like marble gloss to shine
Thoughts flicker on life’s endless stoep
In tandem with the sun that mimes
That morn when words and wheels are cleansed
Found true and veiled in mortal condensed.
Thabiso Nkoana©2013-04-21
Categories:
stoep, bird, blue, life, longing,
Form: Sonnet