I’m taking
deep breaths
pausing in silence
searching for borogoves
with peculiar guidance…
I’m hidden in the undergrowth
breaking daylight
as I go,
hoping darkness will ignite
my standing in staccato… And I’ll sow
and tread
and break this fast
before daylight rises,
and it’s all
of everything
I dread
when the stars are quiet…
“The most telling and profound way of describing the evolution of the universe would undoubtedly be to trace the evolution of love.”
― Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Should I speak of love
“Our children are our greatest treasure.”
-Nelson Mandela
Youth Day is a day South Africans pay tribute to the youth that was ambushed by the apartheid regime police in Soweto on 16 June 1976. On June 16, 1976, thousands of black students gathered to protest from their schools to Orlando Stadium. … Hundreds of students were killed as a result
On golden pond
they spake to me,
they spake to me in reveries…
they echoed
their songs of praise
they echoed in bright arrays…
She was clothed in glossy magazines…
Art by Oliviér…
“Your body is woven from the light of heaven. Are you aware that its purity and swiftness it the envy of angels and its courage keeps devils away”
―
Did the Angels know
you’d fallen,
did they see you transcend?
When the earth
was still
that moment,
did you know it was the end?
Did the pain
fall silently,
did you watch
it dissipate?
And tell me,
when you flew to heaven,
did the stars scintillate?
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Happy Birthday Dad…
My father loved whiskey,
and oysters in their shell.
He didn’t believe in heaven,
or even in hell…
He had a sense of humor
and loved sci-fi
and when he was drunk,
his voice amplified!
He was born in Umvuma; in the back of beyond
and at times his commentaries
were seriously prolonged…..
He could overhaul washing machines
and spent hours fixing cars,
he loved to socialize
and smoked Cuban cigars…
When he joined the golf club, my mother just sighed
he loved to hold up the bar,
with the other guys!!
