Poems
Weeping Willow
Weeping Willow speak to me Of gentle breezes blowing.
Of butterflies
And humming birds.
And seeds you'll be a sowing.
Speak to me about the earth.
Of things within it growing.
Of little oaks
And centipedes
And water gently flowing.
Speak to me about the sun
Of golden rays a lowing
Of warmth and light
And all things bright
And life within you, glowing.
Weeping Willow speak to me
Of all these things you're knowing.
Of past good-byes
And lover's sighs
And why your kind
is going...
away.
God's Tree
I dreamed I was a rich man
and could sail the seven seas.
And yet with all my riches
I refused to bend my knees
I dreamed I was a pauper.
No food to soothe my pain.
And yet I looked upon the cross
and hung my head in shame
And when I woke I saw a tree
in blossom full and growing.
And in this tree I saw the Lord
and felt His wisdom growing.
So neither rich nor poor of heart
can see you through the forest
you need but only watch the tree
to hear the angel's chorus.
Night Mare
I awoke steeped in sweat, her vision burned my memory.
Her dark mane thickly flowing, her silhouette of darkest ebony.
I could feel her strength and loneliness; she reared and kicked in fury.
The Black horse deep within us all.
A Night Mare sent to rape our unconscious reality.
She moved with muscles rippling, along her flanks of frozen coal.
To look her in her scarlet eye, would surely steal your soul.
Her task, to make us feel the chill, the tingle and foreboding.
The Black horse deep within us all.
A Night Mare sent to confirm our deepest insanity.
So if you see this horse of darkest night.
Be brave of heart, and feel the inky fright.
For this is fodder for her blackest heart, her hooves upon our chest.
The Black horse deep within us all.
A Night Mare sent to remind us of our humanity.
Beneath my Bed
I stole a glance beneath my bed....and visions flared so, full o dread...
My heart near burst from out my chest... as Satan rose up from his rest.
With all the courage in my soul, I peeked into those eyes of coal.
And sure of all that's dead....decaying, spring forth to feast upon me,
praying, to all the Gods of here and there....deliver me this night's despair.
I turned at once as if to flee...but heavy legs did hamper me.
And then as if in slowest form...my quest to run engulfed in the storm.
The Devil. Dark and evil's kind...did gain upon my soul sublime.
My courage lost ... I fell to hell, and saw the vision dread to tell.
And sure of death...and darkest nights, I dare not speak of such a
fright.
For soul and spirit....they did part that night.
So when you peak beneath the bed...on darkest nights so filled with
dread
remember this my tale of woe...look not into those eyes of deepest coal.
Nature’s Wisdom
Eyes of darkness. Eyes of night
Eyes that cause that fear. That flight
Hearts a racing beating chest.
Soul’s escaping, hearts at rest
Eyes of sunshine, full and bright
Eyes that only see the light
Playful, watchful, growing old
Learning lessons yet untold
If we listen to our Mother
Learn to live with one another
Then we’ll live to see the light
Then we’ll know we’ve won the fight.
THE HUNT
This is a beautiful painting by Nico, and can be found in the Sanparks Art by Forum members thread. He was kind enough to let me use it as it and other paintings inspired the following poem.
Silently walking, skillfully stalking, am venturing into the night.
Whiskers are twitching, jaws begin itching,
Release is just in one bite.
Yes! Move little one, just a little more fun
As we dance on into the night.
The dance we begin, there, just under your chin.
I’ve got you! My grip will not lessen.
Your life was today. Now it’s going away.
As life leaves your eyes, as you say your last sigh
I promise you that I will stay.
Silently walking, skillfully stalking, am venturing into the night.
My tail is a twitching and jaws have stopped itching.
The sun puts an end to the fright.
Lay still little one. For, we are now done.
Let us lay in the still morning light.
Diary of an Orphan
Sun dried dirt on sun browned feet
Raising dust clouds in the village street.
Walking from here to over there
Walking from here to everywhere.
African Sun beats down on my head
No food in my tummy, no soft place for bed.
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow, the same
Tho hungry and dirty I have no shame.
I want to live on, to love and to laugh
I want to belong, forgetting my past
So much death, so much sorrow
Will I see some hope come tomorrow?
Sun dried dirt on sun browned feet
Food in my tummy and off of the street
This is my home now with people to love
This is my hope now, sent from above.
Ode to cyber friends
The soft white light put her face aglow
as she moved her fingers, thoughts did flow
to the stranger she'd met on this new device
her honest remarks, her best advice.
Mother, daughter, sister, friend
The type written truth she's willing to lend.
Not like the ones she sees in here.
To be themselves is what they fear.
On this new road we choose our peers
We share our secrets, tell our fears
And when we find a friend with heart
Our worlds are not so far apart.
The Circle
She had her kits the other day
The pain intense soon went away
Her eyes and ears alert for prey
They’d live to hunt another day
Her time was now ‘neath golden sun
Her time is done and his begun
His struggle, life, it holds the key
To all that he will ever be
She walks on silent pads of four
Through grasses tall and swaying
And hears the haunting hungry call
A zebra softly braying
All hair and fluff and gangly legs
He tries to see the pattern
His mother’s milk will save him now
But no one else will have him
The Sculpture
This beautiful sculpture was made by AjayB, who resides in South Africa.
I sit here frozen in this time
On this metal pike of mine
My master’s fingers deep within
My ears and nose, my eyes and chin
The glow you see is not from earth
Metal heated over hearth
My master saw my soul within
And placed me on this metal pin.
The Eagle’s Last Song
Come down to me my Maker and soothe my trembling heart.
Come ease my wildly thrashing legs, my end time now to start.
Come down to me my maker, and gently close my eyes.
And take me flying once again, through deep blue African Skies.
The Internet's Curse
Come hither and sit, and I’ll spin you a tale
Of a place I’ve come to know.
Where the folks are friendly and the chairs are soft
And the beer is known to flow
It’s nestled among the circuitry the wires and the chips
inside this box upon my desk, beside the paper clips.
In there you can sit and chat, with friends you’ve come to know
Or visit strange new lands, with zebra, giraffe, and buffalo
The temperature there is always just right
It’s climate controlled with plenty of light
There’s food for the taking there’s recipes too
There’re times that this place is just like a zoo
But be warned of this place I’m speaking of now.
The attraction is strong and addictive somehow.
You’ll peek in the door, and maybe stay for a bit.
You may even be tempted to type while you sit.
And soon all the hours will turn into days.
You’ll forget about supper and all normal ways.
And I’ll bet this tale you’ll be telling it too.
And there’ll be lots more addicts addicted like you
My Tiny Angel
Dedicated to Ryan and Amy
Tiny fist pressed tight against mouth so small.
What gift is this?
Small drool trail catching sunlight’s glint
And crooked smile…leads us to think
of the wonder of it all.
Tiny angel in the palms of my hands.
My hands wrinkled with age and wisdom, hold you strong.
My thoughts travel through time as I look in your eyes
Reminding me of times
When I held your parent, just as fragile.
Same face, same smile, same eyes.
Oh my how time flies.
One Of These Days
One of these days I’m going to wake up, and cry for my fellowman.
One of these days I’ll smarten up, and try to understand.
One of these days I’ll go to sleep, with concern upon my mind,
About the things I could control, but chose to leave behind.
One of these days I’ll open my eyes, and see the little things.
A bud on a tree; a new blade of grass; the things that nature brings.
One of these mornings I’ll take a breath, and taste the new day sun.
One of these nights I’ll feel the dew, of the night that’s just begun.
One of these days my time will come, and the end will be at hand.
And in the book of life, my mark, will show just where I stand.
One of these days I’ll need to tell just why I chose this path.
And bow my head in humility, and face my Makers wrath.
Full Circle
African sun crawled low to the hill
Orange colored clouds sent light that would spill
Over grasses and veldt, to the edge of the night
And all manner of beast did stop in their flight
To gaze at this last, this glorious sight.
Another day ending, a night just begun
The darkness descending, the setting of sun
And now all our senses are raw with delight
To stand and be fearless, and willing to fight
Or leap with ears folded in panic and fright
African sun rose over the plains
And wind blown grey clouds foretold of the rains
And here there was life from out of the night
And here there was death in one single bite
Mother Africa smiled, and then all was right.
