Traced Back To Pre-Diluvium Times

In perfect Mary-Poppins style
decided on rum punch for
breakfast, being at work,
I could not

Had to be content with rum
chocolate instead, it was
so old, no trace of rum
in the taste

But ate it all the same, now
this cold-spell day appeals
in a lovely new way, I feel
vibrantly alive

Already catered to the
needs of the one-eyed
Cyclopian Troll Interpol,
now only

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Raining Ouside – Survival Weather

It’s raining ouside – survival weather, saving our lives
but overcast weather makes me feel bad, I need the
sun to feel better; whenever I am down I go outside
and lie in the sun, when it’s rainy like now, there’s
no hope, all falls apart, the negative side of my mind
turns up, and I can’t change it into happy and content
regardless of what I do, say or eat – the only thing that
helps is sunshine, but rainy weather bringing the
water we need, is necessary – so I have to keep my
sadness inside while applauding the good effects
of rain in our lives…

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The Snow Queen 1. (Rev.) 22 August 2008

I must go and save my love
from the Snow Queen’s palace –
built of driven snow, doors and
windows pierced by winds

…My love once saw a snowflake brilliant
…white, beautiful and delicate turned
…into a snow maiden, dressed in finest
…gauze – but ice, hard and glittering…

A hobgoblin’s changing mirror made
all good and beauty into the bad and
ugly; the mirror fell and shattered
and a shard lodged in an eye

…It saw the plain and the ugly,
…when a splinter pierced a
…heart, it turned into
…a piece of ice…

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Solar System Sunset

Our solar system – our Sun-King and his planetary minions
happily enthroned in Orion, looking out towards Sagittarius
prancing like a horse, gyrating up and down
while orbiting around the Milky Way centre
part of a star-supercluster speeding towards
an unknown destination attracted by invisible power -
has already completed the course
twenty-one times
dipping and rising like a horse on a merry-go-round

Leaving us with this question:

Will the solar system one day
disentangle itself and ride off
into a celestial sunset
free from its spiralling orbit
around the Milky Way centre?

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A Molested Porcupine On My Head

Regarding the daily disintegration of my bad haircut
in awed astonishment, the moth-eaten ends forming
the outline of a badly battered mop

No amount of hair-spray, coaxing and determined blow-
waving can save the mutilated hair from resembling a
molested porcupine nestling on my head

Even greater my fascinated discovery that hubby thinks my
hair looks good, I made five backward somersaults in my
shock at his heresy, how strange the world

That he should like my Last-Of-The-Mohicans outline today,
I suppose I’m not a crocodile any more, more an electrified
hedgehog from now on...

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Cricket King

Graeme Smith willing to take the risk
of injuring the broken bone in his hand,
while his elbow is to be operated upon,
for thirty minutes he held the bat, suffered
the pain, deeming it worth the gain to fend
for his country, Australians appreciating his
valiant effort, a standing ovation in fair
sportsmanship

I’m astounded, how can people suffer
so much willingly, how could he cut away
plaster of Paris and enter the game, what
beautiful spirit, what integrity – the most
loyal captain who never abandon his ship,
I’m so proud of this cricket King of our
South African team!

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Allergy Enemy Friend 13/11/2009

Something affecting my eyes, I suspect
the curry hubby added so happily to our
food, eyes swollen, vision blurred, cannot
read my book, allergy symptoms in tinnitus,
unending fatigue

Allergy is my greatest enemy and friend: forcing
me to work like mad to overcome confusion and
lost opportunities, it developed my character into
a rock-hard entity to keep fighting the symptoms
with humour

Driving me into isolation and inactivity – yet it
brought me the greatest joy: forced to seek
relief in mental activities, I read the most
wonderful books and feel compelled to
write poetry!

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Uhuru! Africa Is Free (To Fight Itself!)

Africa for Africans, President Mbeki
declared wisely – and white South
African numbers fell to nine percent
of the population; Africa returns to
the hands of its original inhabitants,
as it should be, the way it would
have been all those years ago

Zimbabwe is doing better than we,
only one per cent of white people are
left. Colonialism is Uhuru and finally a
thing of the past. Africa is free to kill
itself, focus on ethnic wars, cleanse
strange Western influences –
incomprehensible ideas of democracy
interfering with traditional tribalism,
autocracy and nationalism – Uhuru!

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Background Of Softest Blue Sky (Rev.)

Rainfall in thin silver slivers
crystal drops cling to rails
sun a radiant shaft through clouds
gleaming strings stream down
thunder rolls in deep-throated delight
rumbling contentment, satisfied

Rain plays percussion on roof iron, grass
glows in phosphorescent green
sunrays form dragonfly wings in my eyes
as I gaze into a rich, baritone thunder
a symphony in silver

A mint imperial sun winking
playing crystal drops twinkling
on blades of grass, raindrops in chords
on roof counterpoint to thunder’s
comforting booms, sunbeams glistening in
silver clouds, background of softest blue

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2010/04/25 Crystals

Staring at
crystal chandeliers
piercing beauty of the crystal’s
purity, miniature rainbows playing
within the crystal spheres representing
planets hung in circle formation to form a
universe; the pain of beauty ethereal shoots
through my heart, is it because I have to leave
it behind? Crying for the beauty ephemeral of
shining crystals, the cascading drops of a
waterfall suspended forever, breaking my
heart and I cannot say why, taking a
photo to dry my tears, constricted
throat relaxing, the pain of beauty
brought under control, I can
take the image of the
sublime crystals
with me...

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