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 Dec 2023 Maitsholo
Bekah Halle
Pen on paper is like breath in my lungs.
It is my write to live;
Describing, birthing, embracing.
Permission to give.

But the pen used ineptly,
Causes death.
Like throwing my pearls to swine,
Snuffs breath.
Enough means happiness.
When left undisturbed, a disturbed  mind and water become clearer.
Filled with delight.
There were no obvious causes.
Around me, it felt like joy was everywhere.
Life seemed straightforward for a moment.
I know these feelings are ephemeral, though, deep down.
But it is difficult to understand why we sometimes feel such jolts of emotion.
 May 2023 Maitsholo
Khoisan
If you said hello
to each with a smile, I say
I know these two actions
had made up a halo
around your expressions
Today.
 May 2023 Maitsholo
Khoisan
BFI
 May 2023 Maitsholo
Khoisan
BFI
..Beyond the vail
....Faraway from the myst..
......Ignorance remain bliss.
 May 2023 Maitsholo
Khoisan
So near yet so far
I
picked a rose
you
chose a star
now the distance between us
are
Venus from Mars.
 Apr 2023 Maitsholo
Jonathan
We chased a feeling
not a reality

We both wanted someone
So desperately
that we found each other

Even though no part of
us
worked

Our pieces didn’t fit together
so we pressed and jammed them
until they were stuck
and stayed that way
Until
we broke

-red flags
I went to the squantum faire.
A handsome lad was there.
He admired my raven hair
And seemed to really care
So I began to share
More than I’d ever dare

He seemed like someone rare
My excitement hard to bear
We made a fulsome pair
Alas he was just a snare.

Today I sit and glare
And sometimes even swear
That I’d been made a mare
And Motley’s clothes must wear.
ljm
Once again tangled up in Teen-age-Mickey-Mouse-*******.
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