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Hasta Siempre, Fidel

​twilight bore down, night descended, empty, forlorn,

the light flickered, then was gone,

yet, wherever injustice claws into humanity, where dignity is tattered,

the furnace rages,

Fidel lives,

Fidel lives on


(with thanks to John Steinbeck and Woody Guthrie)

reactive indifference … …

grab my super-sized meal, tossing some coins in a jar for the lesser ones,

the lesser ones who are either too lazy or lacking drive and entrepreneurial gumption,

smaller government?

a government that has abrogated its social compact with its citizenry:

social security for the jobless,
homes for the homeless,
dignified and professional medical care for the ill and elderly,

is that too much to ask for, after the billions spent on TV ads and mock debates,

but be warned:

trump may be around this fall.

and oh yes, i most definitely agree –

God help us all!


Old Sof’town*


In old Sof’town,
the jazz struck chords,

the jazz lived, it exploded,
out of the cramped homes,
rolling along the streets,
of old Kofifi,

in tune to countless blazing heartbeats.

In old Sof’town,
Bra’ Hugh breathed music, Sis’ Dolly too,
and Bra’ Wally penned poems that still ring true.

In old Sof’town,
Father Trevor preached
equality and justice,
for all, black and white and brown,

and all shades, every hue,
even as oppression battered the people,
black & blue.

In old Sof’town,
the fires of resistance raged,

‘we will not move’ was the refrain,

even as the fascists tore down Sof’town,
with volleys of leaden rain.

In old Sof’town,
the people were herded,
like cattle,
sent to Meadowlands,
far away and cold and bleak,
as the seeds of resistance,
sprouted and flourished,
for the coming battle.

In old Sof’town,
the bulldozers razed homes,
splitting the flesh of a community apart,
only to raise a monument of shame,
and ‘Triomf’ was its ghastly name.


In Jozi today,
we remember those days,
and those nights of pain,
that stung our souls.
like bleak winter rain.

Yes, we remember old Sof’town,
as we struggle onward,
to reclaim our deepest heritage,
and build anew,
a country of all hues and shades,
of black and of white and of brown.

And yes, we will always remember,

and yes, we will never forget,

the price that was paid,
by the valiant sons and daughters,
of old Sof’town,

those vibrant African shades and hues,

of black,
of white,
of brown.

* Sophiatown was also called ‘Sof’town’ and ‘Kofifi’






monday reading beckoning



weekend reading





be my valentine ... ?

Valentines Day Redux … … …


that time of year once more,

the expectations to do this, buy that,

begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.

should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,

or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,

with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,
and dollops of whipped cream,

for that,
I do know,

would be my cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …



sunday evening 31 January 2016




apologies if already shared 🌻🐹






the queen


monday reading




some poetry for the cat 🙂






she looks forward to weekend reading ...



what to re-read, she ponders


her reference material




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she loves these books 🐹



the cat and her books #1



” … I don’t think you and I are very closely related, but if you are capable of trembling with indignation each time that an injustice is committed in the world, we are comrades, and that is more important … ”

Ernesto Ché Guevara


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