Gates climb


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Modern communication
Internet on vacation
Today, rural Australia

Goes awol in valleys, hills
As seeking when hiding
Frustration biding
Trees, various pitfalls

An Insufficient population
Say Cannot build towers
Excuses bely hours
Trying, for connection

Work with what's known
Try cavalier solutions  
It's the execution
When, creativity shown

First try computer waving
Above head I'm shaking
Signal not taking
Despite, the swaying

Next option lying on floor
Hint of access, fleeting
Patchy greeting
So slow, won't store

Then stand on top of bed
Try to reach high ceiling
Wobbly feeling
Response, still lead

Despite heat, go outside
The temperature violent
Connection silent
If Home far, just beside

Time past, similarly stung
Found access best rate
The paddock gate
Balancing, top rung

Troop to gate hopes keen
As Searing heat, metal
Stand and settle
Tightly, cradle machine

Process long, time lost
A Connection success
Finally access
But who, counts cost?

Eventually, its loaded mail
As Balancing hold keen
Humorous scene
As Sway, in light pale

Internet access by Gates
Not Bill, Steve, Microsoft
Hung steel aloft
So basic, surely debates

Climbing for a signal now
Is the practical response
Sadly ensconced
As Rural, area know how

But surely it must be time
When access essential
Internet critical
Yet today, gates climb

Albatros , albatros
verstik aan my tong
, begrawe geheime
agter die bitterbessie bos,
Waar my geliefde swaai
aan stilswy se galg.
Weenlied van die Albatros.

Ek wortel my moed
in rooigrond en klei
, maar berre my binnegoed
in n blinde man's boek.
Wees vry , wees vry
jou sondes bely
, maar stommemans kreet
oor die liefdesoek.

Albatros , albatros
skree in die waak.
Verslenter jou naam
in die buurt se stil slaap.
En die wraak van die
doodstong sal
jou nietig verlaat.
Deel jou bitter bessies , want
dit was gister reeds te laat.

Jou woorde is ń vlak graf
Wat doodluiters
Op my pad gevly lê
En wag en lê en lag.

Ek wat onder daglig dommel
, verlore in die uitspansel
Wat uit jou hoop lumier,
Val vinnig vir jou vangwip.
Verval in die verkeerde tydstip.

Thenatos, finato , finaal.
Jy wou nog altyd agter
Jou swart kuil wegkwyn,
En die waarheid en seerkry
En skande ontduik.
Bely jy jou donker aan my?

Ag timmer tog jou naam
In my steun en vergeet nie
Jou pedantriese woorde nie.
*** anders dan nou sal ek
Met engelstem die
Uitloop besing van pederastie.

Onthou my vir my
Donquichoterie,
Want jy is nie regtig
Lief vir my nie.

in your insolent arrogance
Your face is hard as steel
cold and ridged

fallen wings spinning out of control
your words bely the truth
with baseless facts

is obvious in the way you walk
away from me
your lust for the way I sing

we collide against each other
all the while like seas crashing
back and forth

the shoulders I’ve cried on
disturb you like an avalanche
tumbling, unfolding, growing old

you find me reaching out from the debris
of our arguments
but our hands no longer cling

misplaced love is quick-sand
slipping, slipping
please take hold now or we are lost

BB2015

Today I decided to be happy
So I woke up immediatly after my alarm clock went of,
wore my yellow polka dot dress,
made funny faces in the mirror while brushing my teeth,
ate breakfast untill my bely was full,
tried to smile at every stranger
and hummed along to my favourite song.

But it didn't work
for I was not happy in my soul.
It was still there, in the back of my mind,
how you kissed her
as if you were drowning and she was the oxygen.

I will never get to lose that sight.

l.h.