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Ghairo Daniels Poem
Poem of the Day : 13.8.25
Cartoon Character Clerihew
12.8.25
Placed 4th : Standard Contest
Donald Duck and Daisy Duck
had so much plucky luck
they invested in tranquil park ponds
then meditated swimming alongside fronds !
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2025
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First Placing : Poetry Marathon 2025
Sponsor: Mark Toney
{ FREEDOM “We may want to linger, to stay, to arrest the flow and talk about it, photograph it, lyricize it. Yet this beauty is mercurial and we must let it go, for it is already slipping away to be replaced by the new.” -Stuart Sovatsky }
YELLOW FIELD OF WHEAT
Angel of Death skims blacker than tar
a skeletal knock overturning bowl of oats
smelling of frankincense and ashes
to carry you to a yellow field of wheat
where you will dance radiant waltzes
haloed free
your laughter pranced across blue walls with
Michael Jackson, Spider-Man, cheeky elves
relishing Kentucky Fried Chicken as you
played scrabble with forlorn neighbour
bony body birthing revolutions of
roulette with green life and grey death
how you endured those precision needles
wanting to drum tapered fingers on
waiting desk overflowing with car sketches
your thirteen year old bald head smiling
veins on an enchanting spring moon as our
hidden tears crystallised hospital sheets
we tried to keep up with you scoffing
encyclopaedias, Dickens and muffins alike
cancer like a chess game mastered chemo
doctors and nurses becoming kings or pawns
time was now or endless pathos stalking minds
Laurel and Hardy keeping hearts unlocked
on Merlin’s star-patterned couch you will
jokingly converse with Pele and his team
soccer ball silent under quiescent table
my ink cannot pen sad lines as I feel
your lips still sucking dripping nipple
freedom moonwalks on a
yellow field of wheat
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2022
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No Wait in Vain : Poets Meet
For decades I waited
and you did not come
to listen to my rude insertion
finger a sound at back of my throat
and the vibration of my name
For decades I wanted to meet
a small mountain as I read her
plain words in innocence
a bell in her Heart rang deep
with children running sweet
For decades I longed to touch
a struggling mottled moth
as he ached for new wings
smooth ebony cheeks
passionate with letters of adoration
For decades I watched for
a painter to mirror my songs
uncover a talkative witch who
still trampled from place to place
broken shoes echoing my silent breath
For decades I wanted a smooth ride
where conversation was free of tasks
words on both seats of equal length
with ripe apricots for the scoffing
almond chocolates wrapped in red
So I upped my thumb to a veteran one
who read from his leathered collection
notepads and pencils strewn about
space in warehouse oozed slivered glee
No wait in vain !
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Mantis eyes magnetised her sister’s heart
felt its imprisoned glint of gold
willed it to enlarge into a
lotus leaf upon a sea
It floats on a lake of blood before
dawn turning hot burning blue
heat of her own blood
gold of her own heat
‘Let her not drown in
bloodied gold of red
running thick and deep’
So she murmured, so they did
To a shore of soft sand
Heart sailed escorted by
obsidian lidded dragons
gloomy gold unshackling
Guts, throat, tongue
puddle, pond, lake of
blood transmuted to turquoise
gold and blood morphing
Cupids created decoupage dishes
with bloodied dollars gold
called for another stint
to alchemise pentacles cold
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PUBLISHED: Edge of Humanity Magazine
September 26
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[Poet’s Note : This poem tabulates poignant reasons why Artificial Intelligence is unable to replace Natural Intelligence. The clarity here is that both emerge from Divinity, since everything emerges from Centre : the primary difference being that AI was created without Heart & without Soul ~ it’s simple.]
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AI has no Heart therefore no intuition
zilch nervous system therefore no feeling
no ability for compassion or consciousness
nor reasoning power, so cannot improvise
or supervise any contextual situation wise
it can expand, but cannot ASCEND
has unthinkable computing control
without physical brain to function hold
zero ego, therefore cannot be any hero
can connect dots hot, however has no
prayer or meditative faculty or kundalini
spots, cannot commune with Grace or
collapse into Void or synchronise telepathy
with Galactics coy ! AI is strategic devoid
cannot be spacious or audacious without
human instruction to delete the obsolete
is unable to obliterate Akashic Records
access or reconfigure it for purposes of
healing, integration or individual peeling
can recreate time through compression of
information, no hesitation or superstition
though timelessness it cannot touch
AI has no bowl for hush, spirit or Soul
its arrival at this phase in human history
as Gaia transcends into higher octaves
brave, is no coincidence, it will behave
as we stave it, crave it or rave it ~
choice is ours : dry, wry or moist cries
Divinity gifted humans AI for us to be
free bees from mundane density drools
~ life as strife rife during Kali Yuga’s rule
as gift it offers artificiality in service to
authenticate our individuality with purpose
imagine, conceive, direct, create what
we desire Aquarian-Golden Age to be
panacea or pain, we cannot resist or reject
what is given for gain !
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‘the truth done bent my ear; it whispered soft and long’
it soared before my vision; caped in gentle song
Inspired by : the truth, by Becky Forbes (2025)
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Obsidian oscillated into lava
slid across syntactic streams
tumbled thick greenwood thickets
impenetrability an illusion wicked
shatter splinter sassy sinkers
Lord Ashtar himself lifted gnarled garbage
two big broken black bags to Source
split seconds of screaming searing sores
baby posture soak singular satin
Prophet Daniel’s prison-free prediction
Coloured lava languid loosen
yin-yang of yesteryear’s yarrows
as Watchfulness wed yearnings
no black bumblebees boomerang bombs
rainbow hands bell belly beckoning
Solar flares ignite twin hearts atoning
corona emissions spill splashing space
sodalite sprinkle sundrenched shores
kaleidoscope pupils please pulsing fate
Hearts purely placed on golden plate
Four eyes fathomed Guy Fawkes fickle
feuding onto a fervid foolproof floor
Stonehenge now sturdily steadily stood
sedating simple silent sleep suavely
accede alchemical ascensions
Missions matched mottoed moulded mountains
timelines merge in moss musical movement
Justice jump Jungian jurisdiction
Presence posy a present perfection
Dreams deliver dictums to Duet
Delicious domed desserts diffusing !
Copyright © Ghairo Daniels | Year Posted 2024
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{Poet’s Note : I wrote this poem for the passing of my very dear friend & comrade, Cecyl Esau, Umkhonto we Sizwe Commander in 2021, as a contribution to his memorial service. Cecyl was given a full Provincial Military Official Funeral. Though the reading was filmed & recorded as part of the proceedings, I recently kept dreaming about Cecyl. I realised that he wanted me to post the poem here. So now I am doing just that, with my love for him, & trust it will be found by some of the soldiers he commanded, who are still living. Cecyl was sentenced for 12yrs imprisonment on Robben Island for his political cum military activity. He later joined the Institute of Justice & Reconciliation, continuing to strengthen Democracy in South Africa, before his passing }
CECYL : SON OF OUR SOIL : CONSUMMATE REVOLUTIONARY
U stood there
Magnetic
our sacred Cause ingrained
in your palms
expecting nothing but
what a moment would bring
white smile ready
aware of every tiny move in
a congested hostel room
stripping every youthful
illusion with a glance of
undying delicate
Love
Speaking to our awakening Souls
twinkling merry eyes sharp
moulded from the molten centre
of our shackled land
A confident rod steadfast
in the knowledge of sure
Victory
Cecyl, you clenched your fists
with childlike savvy
age-old African glory
your anger altogether
pure, clear, controlled
black crown unkempt
absolute in a knowingness
that Truth was the flip side of
Justice
Your unassuming simplicity
was beguiling, even enchanting
your gait quick
when quick was the order
of the day
your amble sure when
surety demanded it
your rush determined
as determination
filled your every fibre
your “I must” became
“We will !”
Working to free a people
was no game of broken dice
revolutionary ardour was not
a glamorous chessboard
strategy and tactics
lived together on hands
that washed dishes or
delivered poetry books with
Glee
Your no-nonsense attitude
instilled a commanding respect
in soldier, student and clergyman
Alike
Firm fingers cradled
deathly grenades
not in hatred
nor in bitterness
neither with a shred of malice
just a tool, a necessary tool
to unlock ancient
grids of empty hearts
unlock a nation’s wealth
to share
to fill naked bellies
create rainbows in a
land destined to be free
to untie ropes of
three hundred crying
Years
Cecyl, Son of our Soil
You accepted the fate of
a waiting Island like
others before you
Robben Island knew your
hopes, goals and desires
An Island surrounded by
cool blue waters of our
Southern Cross seas
washing the organs
of your revolutionary body
as you lay in a
gloomy prison cell
clarifying objectives
making plans
expanding the inner
dimensions of a mind
on an evolutionary
Quest
Your throaty laughter
stilled our fears
your calculated indignation and
quiet mirth hid the pain of
separation from family
your resilience and acceptance
of dull routine sharpening
your pin prick intellectual
Power
all these kept us
companeras on our
Toes !
Then the Island and its waters
birthed you into more finely
tuned Labours of Love
Again you claimed the baton
nothing more, nothing less
there was work to be done
songs to be sung
victories to be
Won
Your stories became fodder
of inspiration
your visits memories of
burnished gold
as you traveled across
small dorpies, on trains
busses, in taxis, searching
Observing
Held conference with rocks
and rivers intently watching for
a message
an elvish phantom, a lucid dream
a Spirit on a mission
capturing threads of
silver sayings from earthy
Oumas who offered you
koesisters and rooibos in tin
mugs which you savoured with
Glee
You listened with a bleeding Heart
calculating the depths of our pain
heights of our hopes
singing soft praises to our own
inner powers of Godliness
never missing a single note of
beauty as life unfolded
unfurled, undulating
Ever-changing
Consummate Revolutionary !
ancestors gazed in silent wonder
sat in unspeakable bliss for
visions you gifted us with
just by being
Present
And as your Star lights another
corner of our African sky
let it shine down with Madiba’s
with Mahlangu’s, with Johnny Issel’s
Ray Alexander’s, Virginia Engel’s
Chris Hani’s and Neil Aggett
with Annie Salinger, Helen Josephs’s
Let its lustrous beams
connect Samora & Cabral
link Guevara and Fidel
weave with our Patron Saint
Revolutionary par Excellence
Jose SanMartin
Let it twirl and dance with
every revolutionary tasked
with aiding the Spirit of Freedom
a Spirit soaring free from
hunger on our beloved Africa
as on our writhing Globe
now releasing damaging
Demons
In your Graduation from Earth
as you enter your resting rose
garden released from flesh
send your sparkle of
quiet Contemplation
send your steely nerves
your incisive knowingness
send Scales of Justice
to our ravished townships
our dark pandokkies
our ardent campus youth
as a coveted blanket
across our colourful
Land
Let your silver sword of Truth
illuminate those who tread
our corridors of power in
ignorance, confusion and
Greed
Let your heavenly light pierce
our Khoisan wanderings
our Zulu dancing
our soft Sotho songs
Let it imbue our very
essence with the
Wisdom that
Light follows Dark
Truth never dies
that Justice always walks
along our byways when
Faith becomes our major
tool and each day a new
page of focussed loving
Kindness
To serve, to serve, to serve
A people of the South
Cecyl, Son of our Soil
WE SALUTE YOU !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
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My love like steel and silk
cuts through you
splutters your blood
watermelon juice down a throat
Wipes it with yellow silken ribbon
for you to suck afresh
that you may find your
Godly seed within
My love like dragonflies and bees
silently landing on stamen or pistils
alchemising nectar into patterned
dust upon transparent wings
Earth rewards my love with morning glory
steel severs sunflower stems
silkworms crawl into a wet rose centre
pollen stolen in sparkling dew
My steely silken love refreshed
from your flowered stickiness
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EIGHT BEAUTIFUL LINES
Filled with peachy pleasure in parsley pastures
I eye eagle elegantly elevate in elongated flight
warriors wonder wisely about rising Sun
whispering wondrous worldly wishes across
abiding angelic appled air spun
elves and fairies pirouette in royal ribbons blue
with mystics maypoling as kittens mew
a mistletoe mist of fat figs feasting true !
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