Archive for December 9, 2018


love if you dare



love if you dare …



warm of heart, yes indeed,

luscious sparkling eyes, so difficult to read,


tender, kind, a generosity of spirit radiating gentle care towards species fragile,


with a dryness of humour that will forever make you smile,


almost impossibly irresistible,

elegant, classy, beautiful, attractive, sexy, sensually alluring, and oh so much more,


with wild beauty,

from the sunkissed beaches of Mandela bay, wind-swept Havana way,

sweltering nights of Polokwane far away,


this whole wide world and more:


that’s enough – geography can be a bore.



Now this person you most certainly know,


like an ocean of desire that perennially shall flow,


the mystery is before you, dear friend, so good luck to you all,


may your sherlockian deduction not hit a brick wall,


but friend, know this well, that in those beautiful eyes you may willingly drown,


wishing to never see, on that gorgeous face, even the hint of a frown,


and so,



the clues are here and there,

a quarter here, and there,


her name is ?


take a chance,

live a little,

love a lot if you dare …



 

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The African Rains …



Soaking,
the rains settle,
meandering over jagged faultlines of our memory.



Drenching,
the rains settle,
streaming through veins,

the thud-thudding of the heartbeat of Africa.



Absorbing,
the rains that settle,
within each of us,

herald rebirth.


And,
if you listen,

if you strain to hear,

while shedding the raucous noise of your inner turmoil.

If you listen,

the whispers of the ancestors,

speak to us all,
lending us warmth,

urging us to stand,
even though we may stumble,

even though we may fall.



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Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

(January 15 1929 – April 4 1968)




1.



You had a dream, of pastures of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



2.



They silenced you, yet your dream
resounds louder still,

in pastures not yet of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



3.



You said that you had been to the mountain top,

they tried to strangle your voice as you saw the promised land,

those pastures of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



4.



Today your dream is glimpsed in pastures,

not yet of peace,

for though they tried to silence your voice,

your spirit in our collective hearts does rejoice.



5.



Your spirit, your dream,

mingles in the winds of all those pastures,

over the valleys, in the oceans, across the mountains,

in every flowing stream.



6.



Today, your dream lives in the wind,

seeding the prairies, the steppes, the savannahs, the pampas,

pastures of peace,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows.



7.



We remember you today,

with a shared pledge to nourish those pastures of peace,

in each of us,

where your dream may thrive,

blossoming into our shared dream,

bounteous, and alive.



8.



Your dream realised shall then seem,

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows,

when we give life to the promise of the radiance of your beautiful dream …




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