Navigating every path and summiting
Every mountain; climbing peaks and
Valleys indefatigably. They don't give up, the...
Epitome of tenacity. Nothing weakens the
Resolve of ambitious go-getters!
Strong-willed and naturally driven to go
After what they put their minds to and never
Yielding to adversity. They thrive instead!
Determined to accomplish any goal, however
Infinitesimal or gigantic, easy or hard.
Endlessly never-say-die in spirit and verve!
Date posted: 07/29/2021
Categories:
summiting, inspiration, people, tribute,
Form: Acrostic
This new creation by demand
not summiting some useless stand,
that when you spit it in your hands
look now, behold, its called tar sands!
But here, the handle, 'BRASKA'S pan
reject this omen, the farm man,
the food was put here by God's plan
the soil's our future, planting's scan!
The outside coastlines building up
to droll out water, cup by cup
they call it "fracking", that's enough
we call it stealing from our trough!
They'll be a War here, not "some day"
who has the water, food ~ I pray
the bigger guy still gets his way,
and what we swallow, makes us clay!
We know God did a better thing
the soil, the air, Sun . . everything
Earth to fruition every Spring
but water, Lord, the rain must bring!
It could be vacuumed, what they do,
it's still called hacking, getting through
what else is lacking ~ feeding you?
we're interacting with adieu!
While underneath . . . . measurements lieu
is recreating . . . . water's view!
Categories:
summiting, food, water,
Form: Monorhyme
SENSELESS PATHS OF GLASS
I was young when the first bottle hit the wall
flung across the floor below my room she was
was crying and really trying to make ends meet
Why?
do I still not have the answers to so many
questions when chains break from
Chandeliers and Chardonnay bottles
shatter leaving
senseless paths of glass
half stabbed half smashed shards
embedded in life like a
destructive knife to the heart
fluted convoluted jigsaw puzzles strewn
amidst days of wasted time displayed
on frozen faces giving nothing away
picking up the pieces of a broken
Nightmare
when she flew through the windscreen
finally at rest on an apex diamond bed
summiting those frightening
senseless paths of glass
© Kim van Breda—30 September 2015
Categories:
summiting, abuse, addiction,
Form: Narrative
IMAGINARY FRIENDS
Consider reaching up and
placing your hand in the
night sky
or seeing and touching
sound
flying furiously fast…
too high
summiting to
imaginary friends
Envisage palettes of neon
colours spinning out of
control
or eating speech as it
floats
bubbling inspirations
in scroll
convening with
imaginary friends
Imagine dreaming awake
navigating thoughts through
sunrise
or hearing calm embrace
sooth
until the quiet screams
polarise
dismissing all
imaginary friends
© Kim van Breda
Categories:
summiting, self,
Form: Narrative
VERLENIAN EPOCH
[I am] from the place where white man states that, literary devices are
for him creatively.
[I am] commencing the era when empowerment formed in writing.
As a Poet and Philosopher of life ways, [I am] aspiring to connect to scholars.
With emphasis concentrated in Social Theory, my philosophies thrive
on the page.
Social Theology is a prosperous ideology that suggests we are summiting
as the human race.
Our languages are full circle and our image has crested.
The multifarious questions of why am I here and from where did I come
make sense.
This millennium must substantiate our existence to more than
merely survival.
Our way of life was given for continuation.
This is a reality.
The acumen states that the era of one is looking us in the face.
Do we perceive this as a greater nation?
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PENNED ON JULY 19, 2014!
Categories:
summiting, america, black african american,
Form: Dramatic Verse
This deafening atrophy, sameness quest
though summiting by sound, I so ingest
my frailness, owning not His field of blest!
This dropping back, or down, would this suggest
I tender the renown, and not regress
that in my heart, a frown is even test!
How do I speak to thee, in guilt's suggest
for it be all around, moral's incest ~
and to lose Holy ground, would seem as lest!
I love thee so ~ ne'er knowing, only guess
that thee are still unbound, and my love guest,
nor own the fate's impound . . . . . . . eternal rest!
Categories:
summiting, love, musiclove,
Form: Monorhyme