#comrades
The very second
we wake from them,
they can be so very, very
far away; the harder
we try to hold, the
cruelly quicker
seems their
escape...
The gulf left,
so unbridgeable,
so enormous,
so peculiar,
when only so brief
a moment ago it was
so close,
so familiar,
so a part of us.
Can a man truly
love a woman
and a place exactly
as much at just the
very same time?
Trying to find an answer
to that question is like
trying to remember a
dream upon waking...
Though I've discovered
there is just enough room
in this one man's chest for
at least eight broken hearts.
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2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 2:33 AM UTC
COMRADE LOVE NEEDED
Sorrow of Love is hard to bear
stretches my bones and
I cannot go on
A need for comrades
to speak about Love
lost their ability to love
can only love for moments
When these moments come
they devour them like
rare chocolate
not enjoying them
My comrades have physical
beauty, Spirit beauty I doubt
they question commitment and honesty
it is their own they question
We do not need hate to be
involved in the Struggle for Truth
We need Love
I see comrades becoming mechanical
we strive for a Distant Star
that Star beckons with Love
Comrades !
Love is needed !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
Bellville,SA 1980
(This little poem was written when I was 18yrs old as a young student activist at the University of the Western Cape,SA. I subsequently read it at mass meetings at high schools throughout the province, as part of the student insurrection, enthralling high school pupils. Then, of course I could read it with a lot of fire. I understand that it is a channelled poem as I wrote it in 5mins flat during an activist meeting)
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
I'm a foreigner
at the crossroads
what you see from a distance
wave hands
say hello to you.
I've been confused
ever since stand alone in the crowd,
no one sees me
except for a pair of eyes
that is lodged in people's heads
which I never knew before;
and the clouds turn blue but don't hurt flowing right over the head
then the birds rise expel the wind
who had tossed my long hair.
I just stare at them,
hope they don't look at me.
However, the world suddenly stopped. And my world seems to have a limit
to transcend isolation.
I'm a foreigner
at the crossroads,
which has been left behind by old memories,
and when the new comrades have become adept at reading signs,
and therefore we have bonded
like a relationship
that we are not really aware of.
I'm a foreigner
at the crossroads,
greet you as a stranger too,
but now everyone is busy making their own festival,
and don't ask,
I make a festival for whom,
except for the day
when I'm not known anymore.
Dec 25, 2021
Dec 25, 2021 at 12:05 AM UTC
Dear comrade,
Maybe you are achieving medals for your victory
but, actually you are achieving our hearts for your bravery...
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:34 AM UTC
It's the first time I've ever
bought you flowers;
I only realise this
when I'm minutes away
from your funeral.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Custom cannot wither, nor age enslave
My infinite array of memories.
I came of age upon a wave
Of ideals that anchored
Changes and elders outraged,
Appalling them into rage.
They often responded
With violence, yet we endured.
Even when comrades were shot down,
And protesters run to ground,
The promise of a new world grew in secret,
In the impromptu families in hill towns,
Or the remnants of Haight-Ashbury
And the minds of Lost Boys and Girls unbound,
In the survivors of Kent and Jackson State;
Our dream died not but elected to wait,
And In the choices of all
Not to succumb to servility
Nor women to proscribed maternity.
Equality stayed the rule instead of resignation.
Now, age has slowed but not stopped us
And we reach out across the air,
Teaching young ones, as passionate as we,
To distrust despots, ever serve the cause of liberty.
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:56 AM UTC
Tell me again Brave Kate
the battles we made it through
Tell me more, and keep the score
comrades and loves, we bid, adieu
Tell me again Brave Kate
our scars, proof of bitter tales
We survived our many fates
as always, strength of will, prevails
Tell me yet again sweet Kate
when all the conflicts, fought and won
Will there ever come a day
no dire clouds, and simply, sun
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Going through the motions, creating a tune sublime
differing types of notions, not always prose, or rhyme
Assembling our choirs, composed of family and comrades
weeding out the dire fools, trusting, true friends we've had
Reveling in the loudest lion's roar, and all that it can, possibly portend
discarding the dissonant chord and rejoicing in, the harmony of friends
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
What I do to them.
I tolerant the intolerance.
I see individuals in the crowd.
And I keep'em safe and sound.
We're supposed to be enemies.
They obey people I won't stand.
They believe with no doubt
The things disapproved
With every breath and step I take.
But our balance is calm as a lake.
We are antonyms.
They follow sun and I adore moon
They praise landwhile I honor the wind.
And we're a duet just as lime and mint.
But now look at us.
I help them out once I've heard a call.
And they catch me right before I fall.
Always getting stuck in one boat.
And you know, we are simply one,
We don't care that it's just dumb.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 2:09 PM UTC
Kindness
A kindness movement is creeping in to save our world .
It's in The USA
With people shouting out , let's make America kind again.
Human Kind is our nature the earth our mother.
Incredible army's are moving in ,writing on hills KINDNESS .
It's simple we are born to be kind
It's there in our human nature.
Captured in smiles feeding and nurturing .
Come on comrades raise up and be the kindness you want to see in this world
Kindness rules
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC
Etched in his mind,
The internal war,
Haemorrhaging blood,
Hidden once more,
Slowly he’s dying,
His body too weak,
Paralysed lips,
Unable to speak,
Traumatic life,
Slipping away,
His heavy soul,
Aching today.
He witnessed it all,
The burden unseen,
Screaming their names,
Tortured in dream,
His cries settle,
His memory fades,
Wiping the tears,
For former comrades.
(Repeat)
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Comrades.
I'm running but so is time.
I will not fail,
I will not fall.
three seconds left
ten steps to go.
please stop counting.
I'm coming.
Next year I will not fail. I will not fall.
Next year it will be three steps.
ten seconds.
Comrades.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
In eighty four,
when I was eighteen.
I joined the Navy,
so proud and so lean.
First day aboard,
my ship I laid footed.
An accident happened,
this guy was beheaded.
I witnessed it all,
a faint scream, now gone.
Blood everywhere,
I was shocked in stone.
Life is but different,
floating on the sea.
But darkness still lurks,
coming out of the deep.
They called it traditions,
it brought back my past.
The name callings, the torture,
How long will it last?
Hours turns days,
days into years.
Counting my time,
holding back tears.
We had risen the Shield,
another accident happened,
lost twenty one shipmates,
Never forgotten.
At one in the 'morn,
the ferry went down.
In the Bay of Haifa,
twenty one did drown.
They finally came home,
in a flag draped box,
Hearing taps on corner,
Home but not lost.
My demons continue,
to many deaf ear,
bring sadness and sorrow,
bring heartache and tears
One final vision,
that I can not erase.
my friend screamed horror
and the look on his face
The wheel of an aircraft,
rolled over his femur,
crushing and smashing,
Lost in a fever.
Blood and bones,
I'll never forget.
His piercing screams,
still gets me upset.
Twenty long years,
I lived on the sea.
Lost many great men
and their pain is still with me.
Onto my next step,
But what do I do?
These demons keep chasing me,
Can I **** them off too?
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC
One by one we march by,
one by one we go,
down to the bowels we march.
Fire and death await us,
together we fight,
one by one we fall.
One by one we march by,
shades of our selves,
judgement awaits us wicked ones.
There we stood,
yet there we fell,
death came all too soon.
One by one we march by,
only now does fate come,
honor, dignity, trust all are gone.
The Judgement has come,
forever we shall lie,
one by one darkness comes for all.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:54 AM UTC