Category Archives: Poetry

Rainbows are magical

Rainbows are magical, it’s a cliché if I may.

 promises, wishes I pray.

they’re a portal

To a better world for those of us who are mortal.

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If blue birds fly, why oh why can’t I?

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Rainbow nation.

I had a dream.

Rainbows are magical. So they say.

Unicorns, kittens and the sparkling ray.

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Somewhere over the rainbow, I heard a song

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The dreams that I dare to dream,

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I spy, with my little eye

Why, why you gotta be so mean?

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Once in a lullaby, I heard that Rainbow’s are magical.

So she sings. He grows wings.

Magical, Magical, Magical things.

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#Haiku prompt challenge: Broken & Over 

Greater forces broke

That which provided shelter

Grows over again.

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Thanks for Haiku prompt words Broken & Over. Traditionally Haiku poetry is written about an observation in Nature. This one about a tree which has been struck by lightning.  Often you will find a new tree growing at the site. But the poem could be an observation on something completely different.  This is why I enjoy Haiku.

This post links to a month’s long daily blogging challenge, during November. See who else has signed up to be a Little Pepper HERE. It’s called NANO POBLANO/ NaBloPoMo.

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One word obsession #poetry

Lost, Mindless lines – tap, tap. Stencil

Word graffiti with a pencil.

Always same, name, same, game

A cliché with no counter-claim.

Obtrusive. Can’t move on. Turn back so long,

When was the last time? Something wrong.

One word. One proclamation. One script.

The page pressed deep, the pen ripped.

Verified, no abbreviation. Agitation. Frustration.

Mind numbing concentration.

Only this precise letting is enough.

I’ll give you a tip, it rhymes with dove.

Easy spelling, complicated meaning

Far fetched, wider than california dreaming.

Cherished, passionate adoration

What word evokes this sensation?

It can only be …

Love.

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I have an obsession with the word – Love.  So I put it in a poem. The above picture I did with Inkscape. Similar grafitti was found in my Math books. It’s now found on my deskpads. Sketchpads.

It’s been a while since I took to poetry…

This post links to a month’s long daily blogging challenge, during November. See who else has signed up to be a Little Pepper HERE. It’s called NANO POBLANO / NaBloPoMo.

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Word of the day – satire

As most other bloggers, I write this blog because I’m bored and can’t find a better pass time. To indulge my craving to fill this blog with something else than chocolate, I’ve let slip this ‘word of the day feature’. It’s not like people can easily open the dictionary and discover words for themselves.

Not to mention, after twelve years of schooling most English-speaking humans, are proficient in the usage of the word – ‘satire’. It’s one I was faced with in a History class, which most of my classmates loved. Memorizing things, to repeat them like a parrot during exam time, undoubtedly prepares you for the real world. Spoon feeding truly helps you develop independent thought.

And then, you enter the friendly world of FaceBook. You read something strange on Reddit. Perhaps one of your peers decides to mix things up and posts an internet meme, instead of a selfie on Snapchat or Instagram. Or some Vlogger’s video goes viral on What’s App. At first you think it’s kind of funny, but don’t get it. Suddenly you are forced to do something which you have never done before. Your own mind has to wrap itself around a complex joke. She was joking, right?

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Writing satire as you can see by my inapt attempt there (in the first two paragraphs), is not all that easy—although to some people it comes as natural as breathing. I’m not one of them, but I enjoy reading the art-form. Yes, it is an art-form, to construct words in such a manner they poke fun at society in constructive criticism. Satire is another way to convey an opinion and focuses on the writers observation on society, politics and such.

A well-constructed satire will force the audience to some internal reflection. The modern day satire it is not restricted to writing. Satire can also be in form of a comic strip, a video, lyrics, an internet meme.

The official definition from ‘the Concise Oxford Dictionary, 7th Edition, first printed in 1982,’ is:

“satire n. 1. composition in verse or prose ridiculing vice or folly or lampooning individual(s), this branch of literature, thing that brings ridicule upon something (our lives are a satire upon our religion); use of ridicule, irony, sarcasm, etc., in speech or writing to expose or discourage vice or folly.

2. poetic medley, esp. Poem ridiculing prevalent vices or follies.”

“Eish”, remind me to never quote that dictionary again. One needs another dictionary to define that which has already been defined.

I think Wikipedia in this case is easier understood:

“Satire is a genre of literature, and sometimes graphic and performing arts, in which vices, follies, abuses, and shortcomings are held up to ridicule, ideally with the intent of shaming individuals, corporations, government, or society itself into improvement. Although satire is usually meant to be humorous, its greater purposes is often constructive social criticism, using wit to draw attention to both particular and wider issues in society.”

Wikipedia continues and explains that a feature of satires are they use sarcasm and irony. They also feature exaggeration, utilize words in such a manner they could have a double meaning (double entrendre) and show comparisons.

Let me show you a few examples….

Satires have really been exploding all over the internet lately.

This video, has been making the rounds. It criticize our use of Social Media to find the perfect partner.

Madam and Eve, is a local comic strip which is printed in newspapers and can be bought in special edition books. The illustrator is brilliant. This specific one has been doing the rounds via What’s App. In it he compares South African President, Jacob Zuma to American President, Donald Trump. It’s a comparison most people in the region have been making since Trump came into office.

(Please note, I don’t have copy right on the above material. I display it as “fair use” as an embed from their respective fan page. )

There are many, many more examples. I thought I’d sample some of the more light hearted ones. With the recent feminist hash-tag making the rounds, I found some vile comments from people who clearly did not understand that the author was writing a satire or was using sarcasm.

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This post links to a month’s long daily blogging challenge, during November. See who else has signed up to be a Little Pepper HERE. It’s called NANO POBLANO / NaBloPoMo.

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To the blog posts I did not write

You were there lingering

At the forefront of my mind.

Complete with opening lines,

Title names

And formatting options.

 

But before I penned  a word

Made a few bullet points

Or powered up my computer

I shot you down!

 

Not because you were not good

Or worthy of composing

But the sudden pulse of life

Needed attending.

 

A home needed cleaning

Cloths and dishes needed washing

Diapers needed changing

Hugs needed giving

Lessons needed teaching

Hygiene needed applying

Food needed eating

 

Before I knew

You flew out the door

Blissfully flung

Into the mess hall

Of my conscious thoughts

Which linger in obscurity.

 

There you are still,

Hoping I may

Once again, stumble

Across the crumpled bit of nonexistent parchment

 

A reminder that,

It all does not need to be perfect.

 

So in my unreadable script

I put you down

Into my little pink notebook.

Unorganized thought.

Not resembling any structure.

Un-edited. Impulsive. Raw.

 

Where you are allowed to be

As you are.

Un-judged.

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This post is: the first day of it does not need to be perfect. A series of blog post I’m currently writing.

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Star Children in the Sands of Time

If men are from Mars and women are from Venus, then I’m from Saturn. Do you ever get this idea, that you are so strange that you may actually be alien? If you identify with what I’m on about here, then you may be a “Star Person” or what some like to call born a “Star Child”.
The term “Star Child” is a spiritual concept that the individual’s soul did not originate from earth, but rather from another planet or realm. Star Children are a gifted bunch of people often displaying talents associated with a sixth sense. They have been incarnated on earth for a purpose of shifting earth’s energy to a higher level and generally making this place a better homeland for us all.

There are three types of Star Children.

  • Indigo Children
  • Chrystal Children
  • Rainbow Children

These terms originated from the different colors of these incarnated E.T’s aura*¹.

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Star children in literature:

Whether you believe this eccentric theory or not, it defiantly makes for some creative plot lines in literature or writing. This is something author, Jo Robinson did with her Sci-Fi / Fantasy novel series “Shadow People – Book One” which she has now renamed “The Sands of Time”. The protagonist of her tale Natalie is a Star Person, who goes on an epic journey that leads her to re-discover her soul’s origin on another planet. Much of the book was plotted along the “Star Child” incarnation theory. Since Jo Robinson wrote this novel in the panster*² type fashion during the NaNoWriMo*³ challenge, I don’t know if this was intentional or not. Robinson has a wonderful talent for writing. The English language seems to flow effortlessly onto the page she writes. It’s a book I’d recommend to anyone fascinated by the “Star Child” idea.

Read the Amazon excerpt by clicking on the picture:

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In the Sands of Time
You will find the Star Child line
Odd in its own rhyme.

When I read this week’s Ronovan Writes Haiku challenge words “Star” and “Child”, it dawned on me, that the term “Star Child” was familiar.
You can read the above Haiku poem as follows:

In the Sands of Time, you will find the Star Child line. You will find the Star Child line, odd in its own rhyme.

Side Notes:
Note *1: The energy field surrounding each person is called an aura and has its unique color, which can only be seen by gifted individuals or special cameras.
Note *2: “Panster” is the word referred to when a writer sets out writing a novel without doing much planning.
Note *3: “NaNoWriMo” stands for National Novel Writing Month, which takes place each November. The challenge is to write fifty thousand words in one month.

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Haiku Friday: challenge 81

An echoing trill

Her last breath, his manic thrill

And all remained still

Only the new moon

Silent witness, thought the loon

His joy much too soon

 

The source of pleasure

Through charm he’d add a treasure

New pain, no measure.

 

The mute eye watcher

Would become, Jolly Roger

A screaming stalker

Once upon a time

This tale told in sneezing rhyme

Happy end bring mine.

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This haiku versed poetry is brought to you in response to Ronovan’s Haiku challenge. This weeks challenge words are: Trill and Final. I’ve replaced the word “final” with the word “last”, since they have the same meaning.

An interesting phrase in the poem is “Jolly Roger“, which has the meaning: a pirate’s flag with a white skull and crossbones on a black background – hmm I did not know that, so I’d thought to share. It popped up as I was looking for rhymes.

I hope you enjoyed this weeks sneeze inspired poetry. Check out this link for more Haiku of the week. 

#Haiku Friday: Challenge 80

“Is it fear that has kept you away from the song in the wind and the waves”

(Jason Upton, Beautiful People)

There’s friendship waiting

Take my hand for a fresh start

Forgive and Forget

“One dimensional eyes, they never see the truth”

(Jason Upton, All things are possible)

In screams of dying

You live within the hurting

Working in own style.

“No mind can comprehend a love that has no end”

(Jason Upton, I will never leave you children)

 

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Written for Ron’s Haiku prompt challenge. Words: Style & Fresh

I was listening to the CD by Jason Upton titled “Beautiful people” – which is why you have all the quotes in here and the two Haiku were also inspired as such. The music has been a comfort to me. The above YouTube was the best audio I could find of one of the tracks. One should actually listen to it with eyes closed.

One last thought for the day:

Depression is a vampire of an animal leaching on to drain you of each drop of life left in your veins. As you struggle to free yourself you lose what precious energy left. It’s time to talk about it so it will not consume you whole and you find vitality return from the most unlikely sources – your friends and the collective.

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#WeeklySmile – sleep tight

You are never fully dressed without a smile! And guess what? It is contagious. So tread carefully, you may just catch a smile if you continue reading….

I really wanted to be part of Trent’s first #weeklysmile link up.  If there is one thing that can make me smile, even in my darkest day –  it is the little bright spark in my universe. I went digging through my old blog and found this poem to share with all of you, which I originally wrote in June of 2014. The poetry may not be the best, but the sentiment behind it still rings true.

Sleep tight

I wake, to watch you sleeping.

You are far away and dreaming…

Your small hands look for mine…

You wrap them around my finger…

 

You have your head on my chest.

Your ear close to my heart.

The beats lolling you on to dreamland.

I struggle not to shower you with kisses.

 

Little mouth, little nose and rosy cheeks.

Sleep now my little dreamer, sleep tight.

Tomorrow you awake to bring energy into my life.

For now you shine light into my heart.

Sweet dreams. And kisses I cannot resist to give.

I love you.

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