Hippie

Envy in a bright blue dress,
Sways down the street, turning

The doll the child is holding,
Into trash.

The green plaid skirt –
Burberry,

Is useless in the wake of this drunk apparition,
And you deserve more,

Faster.

Stress, the suave gentleman in the red suit and orange,
Glinting cuff-links,

Plots his move.

Anger gathers dust around the
Isolated little girl, gathers

Whisper and,
Rumour,

Sets them chattering; I
Deserve better, I

Don’t see why I,
Cannot have that doll,

That she has, it’s,

Not fair to,
Make me wait,

In plain sight, of
It with the straight,

Hair,
That’s over there,

With her,
Demon!

I will find my flip flops and search you out,
And give you a large, brown flower!

-short evocative poetry-

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Rhumba

Gentleness is a fertilizer, a
Rhumba,

Swaying wheat,
Balanced corn,

In a field,
Caressed by rain, it is

Kindness
To yourself,

Ploughing, when the harrow is ready,
And sweating,

Gentleness,

Glistening off chests, is
The masculine scent of forgiveness,

The feminine of,
Breaking ground,

Gentleman or Boer, order

In the house,
Order!

Give in.

*Photo – personal*

-short evocative poetry-

Published in: on August 13, 2017 at 08:07  Leave a Comment  
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Puppets of routine

A morning bird call broke my rhythm.

Destroy a wall, why don’t you
Power through patterns,

Holding you back;
Anger is a useless form of being.

I like to move it, move it,
Physically fit,
We can be better, we

Can always be better, save
The Earth,

Can a man scoop fire into his lap without his clothes being burned?

You have been trapped by what you said,
Ensnared by the words of your mouth.

Revenge and shame,
Are not cool rivers,

Are not brooks,
Are not life.

That comes with forgiveness, and
A habit is not what a Nun wears.
*Photo – Personal*

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My sister dropped her passport

My father left without saying goodbye,
Because I was late,
And CITES will not wait, for
African Leaders to emerge,
Female or male,
From the UN or not,
And the son was not at home to say goodbye
-partying as usual-
And my sister lost her passport on the airport road, we

Had to go back and hunt for it,
Lions in a pack,
Sniffing the grass,
Finding freedom, or
Yellowed inoculation cards, or
Rare Visas,
And I rushed back,

I Did,

After the bar, where I was crying
For the father whose glass ceiling meant that,
Africans cannot lead the world imagination, just
It’s institutions.

Anyway,
We said goodbye aptly. 

And we know what was in the heart.

*Photo* – personal

-short evocative poetry-

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“…And For This Reason…”

Add to faith, goodness;
To goodness, knowledge;
To knowledge, self-control;
To self-control, perseverance;
To perseverance, clean intention;
To this intention, brotherly-kindness, and
To brotherly-kindness, love.

No-one understands me.
No-one appreciates me.
You never listen.

You never say, “I love you.”

Yet in the cool spaces between impressing others and,
Being pleasant to God, how

Are you?
How am I? And,

Then I know,

How wonderful it is,
To ache to be pleasing to God.

-2nd Peter 1:5-7-

*Photo* – Personal

-short evocative poetry-

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The Rat Only Comes When You Don’t Have A Stick To Kill It.

A stitch in time saves nine.
Strike whilst the iron is hot.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, rage
Against the dying of the day, put

Your eggs in one basket,
Scrambled, and

When you rattle a snake expect a bite.

Enough.
Let sleeping dogs lie.

A bird in hand is worth two in the bush, two
Peas in a pod –

Tomorrow never comes.
Diamonds are forever.

Nations rise and fall on words, and
We can afford to speak good,

-Ak-

Can’t you take a joke?
I was being sarcastic,

Yeah.

I ‘ain’t paying a penny for your thoughts.
Even a farthing.

I’m not laughing with you,
Laughing at others,

I am not.

Here,
Say something kind.

A stitch in time saves nine.

♦PhotoPersonal

Mathew 12:37 – “For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.”

-short evocative poetry-

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One Child Document or Kipandelisho

Angel, no water,

And they come at you again,
Bearing gifts,

Crimson hatred,
Clenched fingers, 

One child is not enough, no

In the cool summer breeze –

The plump lady,

In hip-huggers,
In a scrum with her husband smoking,

Decides to leave in the morning, is

Uncomfortable with the adoption, 

And he agrees,
Morning it is.

Photo – personal♦

-short evocative poetry-

 

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The greatest of teachers

The greatest of teachers won’t hesitate,
And fear is not the end of this.

Only love can save us now, 

Fom barren landscape,
The Greatest of teachers, 

Being more than words,
Know already that wisdom is feminine,

Did not birth, nor was she birthed, 

Is freedom robes,
Robes for the homeless,

Obadiah, Habakkuk, Nahum and Zephaniah, Lamentations and
The Song of Songs,

Alone in church,
Now,

Dance.

 

♦Picture – Fuji X passion♦

-short, evocative poetry-

Published in: on July 4, 2017 at 06:21  Comments (1)  
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Standing Behind People

short poetry words move god philosophy ancestor

 

 

You are the,
Reduction,

Sweet wine, the
Product of every,

Human Being,
Before you, and

That is all;

Behind every,
Great human, is

God,

Behind every great,
Man, a woman

A woman, a man
A man, a man and

A woman, a woman, you
Are the original ancestor,

You.

♦Picture – 500Px

-short evocative poetry-

 

 

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another chance at happiness

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give me
goodseed
and I’ll plant it by the roadside.

give me water and
I will tend it,
goodseed,
grow it

give me
laughter
and I will turn it,
and live it with goodheart,

and love it in
goodlight,

like softlight
on bone.

-♦Photo – Gottfried Helnwein♦-

-short, evocative poetry-


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Human

short poetry, words move, human promises

Promise,

Yellow and gold and,
Crimson;

Never make a promise.
You cannot keep them.

Never say I’ll keep a secret, you
Cannot.

You’re human.

Have loving thoughts for yourself,
And for others,

Practice loving deeds for yourself,
And for others,

Lilac spider,
Purple sunrise,

Effervescent stone,

Love wherever,
Whomever,

You can.

-♦Photo – John Foot-♦

-short, evocative poetry-

Published in: on May 29, 2017 at 10:47  Leave a Comment  
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The Barbershop

Kiswahili in Brooklyn,

Mercedes outside, and
I’m falling in love with my country.

Seven days he works.
Day’s off, he says

Entrepreneur, he plays
Doing what he can to cut hair well and,

Provide a space
For the rich and poor,

The men and women,

Who do their hair and freely discuss,
Their politics in his space.

Mercedes outside is his.

-♦Photo – Personal♦-

-short, evocative poetry-

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