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 Jul 2019 T R S
Dennis Willis
This morning
is different
this one
  I decided
is mine

My birdsong
My dawn
My cool morning
air

My pen
cries to you
so quietly
from this little perch
of hope and choosing
 Jul 2019 T R S
duck
silver
 Jul 2019 T R S
duck
silver is the colour of a knife
tucked into an ancient tunic
before being curled
into the chest of a dictator;

silver is the colour of thirty round pieces
placed in the palm of a disciple
who presses his lips
against a warm cheek;

silver is the colour of a pistol
shaking in the hand of a vice-president
with the smoke twisting around itself
before history catches up;

silver is gold's shadow,
the patron hue of those
born in the dust
of greatness.
 Dec 2018 T R S
Kayla
Africa
 Dec 2018 T R S
Kayla
Set the alarm
Lock the doors
Lock the windows
Lock the shutters
Find the cricket bat – “put it by your bed”
Say goodnight to mom and dad

Although young, not naïve
I knew every night had the possibility of being my last

A routine that is now muscle memory.

Fear –
You may think
But life –
Normal for me.

Wake up
Turn off the alarm
Unlock the doors
Open the windows
Open the shutters
Put the cricket bat in the cupboard

Never being able to be left alone at home. Unwillingly dragged from store to store.

But – that’s the thing –
People don’t know the real Her,
They know the exquisite scenery, the unforgettable wildlife
They don’t know… But I do.
Because She is my home
Because being in constant fear for my life –
is normal.

Confused –
What do I tell people about Mother when they ask?
The person who raised me, taught me how to be grateful, how to ride a bike,         how to love.
Do I tell them? Will I scare them?

Although hidden beneath the tyranny – I would say –
the bloodshed
the faces of malnourished children left for dead on the side of the road the poverty struck soil the corruption      the greed the hunger the death the separation of class and race

Although a place feared –
Africa.

My Africa –
Whose sunshine you feel ignited in your soul
My Africa –
Whose smile is irresistibly contagious
My Africa –
Whose heart lies in the grassy terrain
The golden dunes of sand
The never-ending mountain tops
My Africa –
Who is the heart of various people
           cultures
   languages
          All who call Her home.
She is –
Where my heart lies even if I am thousands of miles away
Where my mind wanders from day to day.

Her air, instantly calls you
Her smell, instantly smelt
Welcoming you ever so dearly –
      Home.

Like all good mothers,
She is the one who can handle both the tranquil and turmoil,
the love and war.

She is my home. She is who I fear of disappointing.

My Africa –
is beautiful.
Home sick...
 Sep 2018 T R S
Khoisan
Puppy love
 Sep 2018 T R S
Khoisan
I stumbled onto her
A remnant of purity
Hybernating
In the warmth of my soul
The gentle embrace of
A most precious memory
Called puppy love
Remember that's where it all started
 Jul 2018 T R S
Jeff Gaines
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday!

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
        Jeff Gaines
 Jul 2018 T R S
Mellow waves
People expect a lot, they think you can excel in everything you do.
They expect you to move a mountain, break a rock, aim at the middle with just one shot
But, do you want to hear the truth?
This may sound cheesy for you, but for me..
I’m tired. Tired of everything.
Tired of waking up every morning and pretending like everything is perfect.
Tired of doing my best everyday in everything.
Sometimes i want to mess up, i want to fall and get hurt, but stand back up alone,
I want to fail, then learn from my mistakes and become a better version of myself.
But thanks to this society you’ve got to live up to your standards and never be mistaken.
You’ve got to hide your feelings and try not to fall in love because you’re still a child; you don’t understand the meaning of love.
You’ve got to speak up and not be shy, well that my friend,may be possible but with time.
So just let me be me.. i know i’m not perfect but at least i’ll live my life the way i want it to be.
Let me be me..
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