"bely" poems
Gates climb
News and paraphernalia
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
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:45 PM UTC
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.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
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.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
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
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
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.
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC