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I am a white African. Contradiction in terms? I think not. Sometimes my blog will be serious; sometimes sad; sometimes irreverent; sometimes witty; always my truth simply written.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

JACARANDA BLOSSOMS

Violet and blue
drift upon the breeze. Twirling
and dancing snowflake petals.
Soft blossoms nestle
against inclines, forming bright
ski-slopes on a summer’s day.


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Friday, November 5, 2010

PRIMAL

dark midsummer night
naked mystic made magic
beneath bleeding moon


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RAINSTORM

nature’s rock concert –
violent jagged strobe lights,
drum-rolls of the sky



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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

BASIC INSTINCTS

Quarrelsome chatter
draws me outdoors to observe
three noisy sparrows
angrily fluttering wings
in a timeless mating dance.


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TRANQUILITY

Bubbling stream in peaceful glen;
soaring bird – freedom its cry;
soft leaves whisper and rustle again;
dappled sunlight – gold from blue sky.

Snow-capped clouds embraced in blue;
rainbow flowers – wild and free;
majestic mountains with hazy hue;
busy buzzing – solitary bee.

Long grass bending on the breeze;
time-worn rock – forever there;
beauty of nature sent to please;
God’s bountiful gifts – everywhere.


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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

HEATWAVE

mercury rising -
merciless life-giving sun
endangers all life


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Monday, November 1, 2010

SIXTY-FOUR CHRISTMAS WISHES

The children’s eyes were bright with joy
as each surveyed the brand new toy
they’d found beneath the Christmas tree
after Santa’s mammoth spending spree.

He’d given a book to clever Jane
and Ted had found an aeroplane,
while Susan’s puzzle was just fine
and Randy’s train was made of pine.

Raymond got a board and chalk
and Jen’s new doll could even talk
while Simon’s yacht could really sail
and John’s cop car had a loud wail.

Every child of the sixty-four
swore they’d seen Santa at the door,
tip-toeing quietly as a mouse,
carrying a sack into the house.

With faces aglow the children agreed
Santa had been very kind indeed.
Then, as one, their eyes grew sad.
They’d each asked for a mom and a dad.


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