The whirlwind rolled in rings at the eyewall,
Wild gale blew through the open tropical field.
I'd forgotten to close the windows tight,
And the ensuing rain inundated each inch of my niche.
The hurricane hurriedly stripped the veld of its peace.
Dry air pacified the expanse of the grassland,
The massive flood drained into a sunken cesspool,
My thoughts swayed to the windows the storm had slammed,
Now a zephyr traverses the meadow's breath;
Calmness fills the eye of the once-raging storm.
Categories:
veld, natural disasters, nature, peace,
Form: Free verse
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Categories:
veld, analogy, fun, poems, word
Form: Free verse
With Waheed they had roughly dealt,
The bitterness still deeply felt.
Enroute did Celts him with stones pelt
And he's like the hit with strong belt
"Let's watch him smile and fail to melt"
He won't for all The South's veldt!"
Black Tourist facing Racist Celt:
Any time out of doors would melt.
Begged he had all Celts and down knelt
But they had his feeling not smelt...
Waheed guessed he'd his feet planted
Where both right and left aren't wanted.
Categories:
veld, cry, evil, fear, prejudice,
Form: Rhyme
"The sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul"
Earth Seeks to Entertain
No sound pleases me like falling rain.
When it drums on my roof
It banishes my every pain.
Its little drops both cheer and sooth.
When it hisses majestically out there
And I'm keeping warm indoors
It makes me want to show I care
And I thank the heavens, its source.
Thunder also talks to me
Whether it growls, rumbles or cracks.
Of greatness an epitome
Alone such awesome power packs!
Waterfalls are no less wondrous,
Especially when they are multiple.
Their clamour is continuous,
Playing for us a natural fiddle.
Out in the veld when I hear a croak
From the husky throat of a crow
It dresses my soul like a cloak
And I think: "What a show!"
There's a myriad of healthful sounds
That Earth seeks to entertain with.
The list of these knows no bounds:
Sounds of Earth that scare or sooth!
Date written: 8/20,2022
Contest: Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse be Inspired
- R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
veld, care, creation, earth, music,
Form: Rhyme
As you can see I am very big,...
One of the biggest forests in the world.
I belong to a major league
Of chief forests of the veld.
I pack, daily, tons of oxygen
Which I release to the atmosphere.
That gas, along with nitrogen,
Needs replenishment as part of air.
In here you can pick things to eat right away
But most of my gifts to the world
Are not visible day to day
Though by them life's pillars are held.
I have mentioned world oxygen.
There are also pulp and paper,
Many ingredients used in medicine
As well as your flora and fauna!
We are called the lungs of the planet,
And as such we should be respected;
But we are facing the worst challenge yet:
By men's schemes we're being decimated!
What is most loathsome of all
Is when men use us in their wars.
They detonate and fire their wherewithal
And leave bad memories and scars!
Go and warn your fellow men
That original features like us
Have been ever here since Eden
And tampering with us is dangerous!
Categories:
veld, creation, environment, fruit, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Its wound an ugly welt
And its pains deeply felt,
A school child shall again melt
At the sight of A Disciplining Belt…
The child could his teacher user stalk,
As he tries to home calmly walk
To with him achieve a rude talk,
Now that he isn’t in class with chalk…
The kid who had down knelt
And was with a belt
Lashes dealt
Would want a thing to melt
In the teacher user of the belt…
Him trace to South Africa’s Veld.
Categories:
veld, age, bullying, care, child,
Form: Rhyme
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!
Categories:
veld, abuse, addiction, africa, america,
Form: Epigram
I’ve asked you for love, but my heart
Is a playground of pains like matchsticks & veld,
I’m a broken-pieced soul.
I prayed for success, instead all I see
Is them whammies in numbers of mega bus,
All tight up blocking every hole to breathe.
I asked for this dear life but in it I see tears pinning my cheeks.
I’m inches away from crying such blood left in me,
Momma is with no degrees,
Father left in the ages of storm
And the shelter I have pours water when it rains.
My friends, the ones I grew up with, changed with lanes ‘cause
I fail to even get handwork to make a living in me.
My hair is greyish not by mistake,
The world I live in favours the sons and daughters of the rich,
Without connections I’m just moss in the middle of the Kalahari.
When I try to keep up, they are dragging me down
Like a prey impala on the canines of lion, why me?!
Why do I have to feel pain all emotionally, physically
Like I was bred with it hereditarily?
Why can’t I just get a hold of myself once?!
Guide me please!! I haven’t lost faith in you.
Categories:
veld, prayer,
Form: Narrative
The jungle veld
The veld was thick with grass
Burnt grass charcoal black
Shining black like gates of hell
Ashen clouds were fleeting the sky
Spraying tiny sobs of snow flakes
The wind whistling a chilling sonnet
The horizon a Gothic potrait
Twin ranges conspicuous to my blared vision
Shine and barren like dwala ridges
A stick riverlet forcing its self between
Overtly begging for a divine cleansing in time
To quicken the flows and the floods
Thuding through the perilous interlocking caverns
A torid stream of desire booming from within
Spectation would be a noble act
From such a vintage of contemplation,
What would you choose nobility or Valor?
The jungle is for the audacious
But going there with naivety
is for the mobid hearts
Bravery pairs with thoughts
I took my gum boots, my overcoat, my rainsuit
And hit the jungle
It might be worth of exploring
Categories:
veld, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
I
You have seen them tell ... of things Indian
In dark South Africa, in the 1960s, BOMBAY ...
MADRAS, and CALCUTTA were destinations
As great as LONDON! We didn't know NYC, or Paris
Yes, old cultures have stories, much to say ...
II
Listen to stories ... African desert or forest, veld
Or savannahs, they are LIFE and living history
India's EPICS and Gita we have known -
O the lore, the everyday wisdom, kings and beggars
Are stars, as much as the priest, the PUROHIT,
Beyond brahmin and nobles, trader, or low caste
The stories are education, the culture showcased
Yes, share stories (and your own). But listen
Listen to all stories, old and new, theirs and our's.
Categories:
veld, adventure, community, education, hope,
Form: Didactic
I
What weather will welcome roaming?
Any, if it's sunny, she says
Off they go, Thomas Hardy tales recalling ...
Roaming the veld, let me count the ways -
II
If we were cattle, we would range
If we were bandits we would rove -
No roots in "Rome," that's strange?
R O A M, it's a word for today, by Jove!
III
Students would read the root word is "roven"
Way back from 1300, Middle English, I'd say
A word, if attended, becomes like one chosen
Revealing history while "rambling" today
Categories:
veld, 9th grade, environment, extended
Form: Quatrain
By Parizo Van Thulare
Like the thunderstorm in my mind
It rolls ,seeking a way out
It crawls deep out of my pores, hoping to see sun
Burning as the veld fire
From my medulla to my spine ,the heat is felt .
In words rhyming like in a flog
Telling me to wake up and let in bleed
Round and round down my mouth
It wants to speak for the broken
The mender of souls
The healer of hearts
The remedy of doubts
This is POETRY in making
Categories:
veld, inspiration, poetry,
Form: Free verse
vegetation turf
I am just a blade of grass
cut me i will grow
greenery, green lawn
narrow leaves, growing wild sod
cultivated mead
grasslands blades of grass
lawns pasture, as a fodder crop.
field, pasture, meadow
sward, lea growing spring
grassland veld literary
vegetation turf
8/10/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
Categories:
veld, analogy, appreciation, destiny, environment,
Form: Haiku
Anticipation
This morning the sky was bright red
Before turning to a dirty milk
The air is still
The heat is intense and dry
You can hear the leaves crackle underfoot
You can feel the energy in the air increasing
Like a coiled spring
You wait for the impending storm
Excitement growing with every hour
The smell of fire drifts on a breeze
Veld is burning
Animals running trying to escape
The smell of rain is still far away
Anticipation
By Maxie MacDonald
Revelation 1 v 7 & 8
7 “Look, he is coming with the clouds,”
and “every eye will see him,
even those who pierced him”;
and all peoples on earth “will mourn because of him.”
So shall it be! Amen.
8 “I am the Alpha and the Omega,” says the Lord God, “who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty.”
Categories:
veld, bible, christian, faith,
Form: Narrative
Meet me in the veld
Where the wind carresses
Our intimate vows
My hero is the dawn
That unites our hearts
Categories:
veld, africa,
Form: Tanka
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