"acrobatically" poems
This woman speaks in tongues
Foreign languages roll from her mouth
Like summer fog ladled over the rim
Of Candlestick Park
In the not-so-distant
Far far away of long long ago
This woman speaks in rotund sentences
Effulgent with vocabulary
That shimmers with the electrified joy
Of lights over Ghirardelli Square
In the not-so-darkness
Of the clammy and cabalistic night
This woman speaks with her hands
Impresciable, implacable, and inconsolable
As she tries to mold untranslatable words
From air that is as thin
As the promises she’d preferred
And purchased with the shards of her heart
This woman speaks in lyrics
Arpeggios of adjectives and alliteration
That tumble acrobatically with the intricacy
And grace
Of a hummingbird in spring
On the kiss of a blossom
Rich and fragrant and giving as
This woman speaking in tongues
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 4:35 PM UTC
We...
..Say So, We Was blessed by the almighty with your gifting.
..Say So, We Was led incredibly as a football fraternity by your Kingship leadership skills.
..Say So, You Was a father, provider, protector, friend, brother and national hero to all.
..Say So, It Was joy to watch you fly Acrobatically like an Angel to catch, punch, stop, embrace spectacularly those ***** between the sticks.
..Say So, He Was one of the best Mother Africa ever shared with the world.
..Senzo Meyiwa, You are never gone but will live forever in our hearts and memories.
..Say So, You are one of a kind, the kind that gave more than it was expected, more than demanded, more than warranted.
Ohh Senzo Meyiwa, gone too soon, but like they say, "The Good Die Young!",
Thank you for sharing YOU with us, a part of YOU will forever live in us and rest in Peace Captain 'O My Captain!
24 September 1987 till 26 October 2014 - Senzo Robert Meyiwa.
Jamaleri© 31102014
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC
Dreamland~
A place where-
All living entities are light in colour, translucent at times.
Clouds are soft, edible, fluffy cotton candy.
People are kind and gentle.
Where God walks with man,
physically living as his neighbour,
Us being worthy of such delight.
Where no darkness gathers
For twelve hours of golden unheated sunlight,
Then twelve hours of silver glistening moonlight
Leave no room for shadows to dwell.
Our bodies are divine,
placing our hands on trees we consume the required nutrients daily.
We absorb it , cell to cell,
exchanging energy blissfully,
never taking more than our share.
We understand coexistence,
cooperation,
togetherness, support, love and trust.
We take care of each other as a must.
We swim like mermaids.
Consistently swimming -our legs merge together,
cells stay connected
as long as we're in water.
Breathing by air bubbles even in laughter, we race the otters.
We Fly acrobatically as humming birds
Cheerful, Calm
Without doubts.
This dreamland,
my canoe leads to.
An Egyptian boat ride.
2:09am Saturday, May 14th, 2016.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
When evening resumes
And the play of clouds and the light of the moon come together
From high in His heaven God is amused
By the friskiness of a cat chasing its shadow
It bounces
And pounces
And acrobatically leaps
Landing with ease
On its tiny snow capped
Feet
It chases its shadow
Around and around
Pawing at it
As it reflects on the ground
Till upon its tail and between its ears
Finally daylight appears
And quietly it creeps
To find
A cat and its shadow
Curled in a ball, Purring,
Fast asleep
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
She was an exceptional light commedienne,
her lungs bursting with joy
indeed with finnese
she additionally dive acrobatically
into enraptured hands.
But her better stage half urged
period dramas
her thick southern drawl deemed unsuitable
and if it be said
over reaching,
she find no true instrument,
other than to burn in her Autumn days
filed under regret.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Cooing white wing doves
singing of cicadas
deep voiced croaking of bullfrogs
tapping of woodpeckers
The clicking of beetles
the chirping of crickets
the tapping of booklice
natures sounds as I sit quiet
Humming birds acrobatically fly by
the green shine of emerald ash borer
the orange fiddle of the black widow
red fuzz of the velvet mite
Barn owls begin to hoot
the calling of the scaled quail
scurrying ground squirrels
dart from hole to hole
Tranquility as afternoon ends
sitting still and silent
enjoying natures show
undisturbed
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC