by Khomotso Makitla
Squealing tires on a wet road.
Shattered glass, fragments of once comfort.
Echoes of screams could be heard afar, calling for help.
Those cries began to fade, yet people were closing in.
A helping hand was offered.
Shame and guilt struck, memories of once refusing a hand.
Helplessly, a tear fell.
A tear on the heart,
and sore thoughts on the soul.
Memories came flooding back,
emotions congesting my heart and my mind.
That’s how I collapsed,
my thoughts and emotions trembling as one.
Now my laundry hangs
for the whole world to see.
Help me, for now help I seek.
Keen to speak, for love I know I’m weak.
But now I know,
my emotions, thoughts, and heart
know when it’s time to ask for help
and to hell with love.
In the depths of the evening, where thoughts flow like rivers of trembling light,
the sky stretches its amber arms, embracing silence in cloaks of dreams,
and my steps are echoes of falling stars, dancing on carpets of time,
for to be deciphered means to scatter your essence into unknown winds.
I prefer to be a floating illusion on the ocean of misunderstood shadows,
where each moment is an unpolished diamond, hidden in the night of eternity,
and my mystery is a symphony of whispers waltzing under the moonlight,
keeping my soul a sanctuary untouched by the curious eyes of the world.
In the secret garden of my heart, dreams bloom with sapphire petals,
their fragrance is a silent song, an unfulfilled longing floating in the night's air,
where each silence is a verse written on the fragile parchment of destiny,
for I prefer to remain a shadow gliding through the tapestry of silent stars,
where my echoes are silver threads woven into the tapestry of time,
and the cloak of anonymity is a veil of mystery that gently envelops me,
allowing me to be an unseen traveler on the paths of endless dreams,
tasting the sweetness of the freedom to be just a thought floating free.
Oh God, my Lord, what grace is this that fell!
From glorious heights where only saints may dwell
For such as this, a sinner bound for hell
By mercies live, a hostile world may tell
This trembling soul, whose name I heard thee call
So weak and lame, I come to thee, but fall
Down on my knees, I bow my head and crawl
For never could this camel breach a wall
And in my sinful shame, I boldly come
Into thy gracious throne, I find there's none
But I myself, vile, wretched and undone
A deathly prize this worthy soul had won
And then in awe, I saw hung on a tree
My Lord and God, in love hast died for me
She discovered why he smiles
so pleasantly towards her.
But she couldn't allow him to
think anything permanent or
futuristic. simply due to her lack of
not being anywhere attracted to him.
His freind told her to let him hear how
she cursed and smoke in front of
him: this would surely turn him off.
This would put any feelings towards
her to rest. Yet neither to inspire or
encourage him she did so.
His stomach soured towards her without
any regrets or furthering. In fact he began
avoiding her. Compare the dlow or
transference of: to either counter or clockwise.
The nuclei comes together
as the perfect absorber Her words the linear
line equal to. Musicality related verbs in genre.
The Flow. he walz the Flow.
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would be feasible and suitable for the task. The flat area
is unique enough for a house.
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" Bassa De Tremble"!
I saw
the rosella
fly down
to the dirt.
I wish
to hold
this trembling bird,
until
it rests
in the curve
in my hand,
until
it trusts
and belongs.
But wings
are for flying
free –
so I only wish,
and think
what might be.
Listen to the beautiful
Lingering in the tender voices
Mingling with soup, potatoes, chunks
Light joy, garlicky seasonings
Inspiration falling, blending voices
Temptations burning
Away the darkness, the black yearnings
Remember the shadows
Blazing with hues of promises
Erasing the melancholy,
Voices alive with laughter
Smiles knowing the vibrant
Slow dance, a walk through graceful
Truth said…
Together we can tease the
Color from darkness,
Silence the star’s songs with
Wonders beyond our own imaginations,
Feelings breathless and warm,
Forming a memory in the heart,
The soul, conspiring with time to move
From the dark to the light,
Remembering only the breathless
Caress of morning’s sun
Shining on the heart, the smile –
Whispering, trembling, feelings
Bleeding through the dark, glistening
Like the edges of a kindness
Only known to the soul who hears
Hearts instead of voices,
Tears instead of ocean’s spraying
Beautiful in the promises
Made by those who sincerely pray
For humanity, for hope, for grace
For the love in eternal praise
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A great wonder Kim’s legs still carried him.
A lot in Sam’s remarks still worried him:
The Sam who’d been watching Dolly and Kim
Right from the day Kim was trapped by The Slim!
Sam’s bold comment on his adjudged folly;
His saddling of self with the cries of Dolly…
“How could one fund release to a non wife:
On hard-to-catch dollars land wanton knife?”
Some sort of magic Kim isn’t trembling
Nor rapidly glimpsing a world crumbling.
God has his heart been gingering plus gin,
Although for three weeks now badly thin…
Men there are who could cope with bad news,
The plainest truth keeps treating like some ruse.
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Water-borne diseases
Man senselessly increases
With his trembling “No”
To drinks he doesn’t know
Instead of “The firmest”
That portrays “The Dead Earnest”
Water-borne diseases
One hopelessly increases
By not taking The Certified Pure
Or with a bow declining The Impure
Between tap water adjudged pure
And liquor blissfully a lure.
Isn’t affordable to the poor
Bottled water for official tour?
Then, one always pick one up after manicure
Beating the vulgarity of A Moor
And keep declaring for The Pure
For even elixirs that cough cure …
For their not-one-not-two numbing releases
Trifle not with water-borne diseases.
Lawn
A white
Butterfly
Flutters its wings.
May showers of flowering wallflowers
I'm poised on a rose, the sun is trembling.
Leaves have withered.
Get astray.
In dusk.
Brisk.
With each shaky step I take,
The more loathsome I must bare.
Oh the more I uncontrollably break,
The less I shall continue to tear.
Tell me, Joe
Is it really so
If I write what I think ~
Will I be relieved of my ink
Sometimes in life we are in a very dark place
Sad and fearless stuck at our base
Confidence and enthusiasm totally shattered
Struggling to work out what really matters
All sense of reality is out of control
Searching within to find our soul
Looking for reasons with a glimmer of hope
Exhausting all avenues trying to cope
Tears came streaming down my face
Wondering about that happy place
Anxious upset almost trembling
Frightened and scared reaching for an ending
Thoughts and emotions constantly unstable
If only in life I was ready and able
Here is to conquering a new chapter in life
Never giving up without a fight
My
garden
so pretty!
Painted daisies
tumbling down- pansies nodding all sleepy.
Winged sweet pea tendrils twining and creeping,
dripping, wild sage,
blue thistle.
Trembling
bees!
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March 21, 2020
Poetry/Verse/Trembling Bees
Copyright Protected, ID 20-1237-948-03
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, Strand Choice M
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
The plant saw the clippers and gave a squeak
Trembling in remembrance of last year
The gardener passed her, his manner bleak
To begin slashing and chopping incredibly near
The crucified plant made a tiny little eek
Increasing the dandelion’s worst fear
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