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Jenny Pearl Jan 2014
Alleen staan ek in die gang
Onsigbaar vir die om my
My woorde het geen krag
Soos ‘n warrelwind is dit gou verby.

Maar die bome ritsel nie eers nie,
Die wind verroer nie ‘n blaar.
Die warrelwind keer terug na my
Om saam met die ander op te gaar.

Hierdie woorde-winde binne my,
Worstel in my siel,
Dit deurdrenk enige gevoel van samesyn,
Soos ‘n slak onder ‘n trok se wiel..

Splat,
Squish
Eeeuw, gross!

Lê my lewe op die steen

Sies, Ga
Ag nee a man

Spoel dit weg saam met die reën.

Wie sal die woorde wil hê?
Wie sal die warrelwind kan verstaan?
My soektog is nog lank nie verby nie,
Maar vir nou berus ek myself op papier
en by die Maan.
29 Augustus 2007
THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Linc-
oln Park
Shrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirr
by in long processions going somewhere to keep ap-
pointment for dinner and matinees and buying and
selling
Though in the dusk and nightfall when high waves are
piling
On the slabs of the promenade along the lake shore near
by
And make to ride his bronze horse out into the hoofs
and guns of the storm.
I cross Lincoln Park on a winter night when the snow
is falling.
Lincoln in bronze stands among the white lines of snow,
his bronze forehead meeting soft echoes of the new-
sies crying forty thousand men are dead along the
Yser, his bronze ears listening to the mumbled roar
of the city at his bronze feet.
A lithe Indian on a bronze pony, Shakespeare seated with
long legs in bronze, Garibaldi in a bronze cape, they
hold places in the cold, lonely snow to-night on their
pedestals and so they will hold them past midnight
and into the dawn.
Softly spoken Sep 2012
Picture this
A love of pure bliss
waking up in the morning to smiles and a warm kiss
Never having to worry about relationship issues
staying up all night or drying ya eyes with tissues
picture a love found and never lost
an expensive destiny but i paid for it **** the cost
my heart locked in your souls chamber of love
picture a forever with me, can you see it as pure as a dove
could you picture a dream that came true
you loving me and me loving you
imagine never having to argue or disagree
could you picture just picture you loving me
anything you need i would get it with both hands
i could be everything you desire one of your biggest fans
loving you in a way that the bible speaks about
no matter what i say love is what you hear out my mouth
i could love you from head to toe .... and toe to head
you was never pleased until you got in my bed
now that you have pictured it lets make it real
everything i speak of allow me the oppurtunity to make you feel
i will turn some of your greyest sies blue
all because i cherished, admired,adored and loved you
delete ya past its nothing to think about
i have taken over ya mind like spam in your inbox
imm giving you a reason to love something to desire
your heart was freezing cold until i sparked my fire
you dont have to picture anything else i will make ya dreams come true
all you have to do is let me thoroughly love you
let me be you reason to fantasize
help you understand why your alive
you was born into this world as one but your heart beats for two
and mines beat at your beat so our hearts beat for me and you
                                            now can you picture it
Now watch me with my uncertainties drift downward
spy me falling slow or quickly southward
yet do not ****** me up;nay, grab my hand
and pull me gently back from quickened land to land

vaguely i return from softened sleep
i pray that to the fant'sies i have left
i have not lost my soul but have kept
my body and my soul, my mind intact
that though i love the journey, i needn't journey back
to steal vitality- return't unto myself
that my heart lay not hidden among pages upon a shelf

I pray (with my heart-for that is what makes it prayer)
I will not leave but find both here and there
the very heart i oft'n fear i've left behind
tis new, it grew, and changed along with mind
and soul, both here and there -among the mythic leaves
and in sleepy softness when i a'first awaken from waking dream

the realms of fancy both far and near at hand
reach out and touch you like a kind and wrinkled man
sagacious-many stories has he to share with you
gained through eons and ages of conglomerate imaginations
mystery and mythical in all their machinations
learn here what never was found in earthly realizations
heaven loosed on earth -in heads, hearts, and inclinations

a twinkle in his eye hints at many secrets
a longing of my heart overwhelms; bids deeply that i seek it
uncover the connections;his smile flashes white
and mischievous - but no fear or uneasiness overtakes
curiosity creeps in - why?! what?! I must know what you have known
"seek and you shall find, ever travel deeper in",
"seek and you shall win-
the prize- a story all your own"

and fant'sy has aged grown from old to young
indeed he knows that stories kept - that stories never sung
**** life! **** life! go hungry and alone!
and infant dreamer with nary a scream
nor tantrum to leave his lips
may tell as many and great or greater stories
as or than a man with ancient wit

my heart has taken fancy to fant'sy
my lover is my lore
but ever unto day must every daydream shatter more
and oft in life i must momentare -lay aside longing for myth
and often unto lore with life must i take part as *****
and often unto life with lore must i remind my heart
that faithfulness to myth and real may meet within my art
and life that's lived just as a myth is just the place to start
and myth that's lived just as a life is where it all must end
and all that lay between the two is life; and i will spend
to seek a story for the sake of a story
through this - story i shall find
and glory subvert for the sake of substance
you shall not know my name -
for fame i'll sacrifice for worth
and name - i shall know mine
Neville Johnson Dec 2020
Doc Umentary wanted to make a film with Melody Maker, but his cameraman, Slim Chance, vetoed it because Jack Hammer, Charlie Horse and Steve Dore insisted on being involved. They were all drinking at the Round House owned by Phil I. Buster, managed by Tom Boy who periodically had to stand up to the unruly patron, Marshall Law and his pal,   Checkpoint Charlie. Sitting in the rear was ***** Nilly hanging out to with Will Call, phone by his side. Tess Osterone mingled and hit on Art Syfartsy.
Also vying for his attention was Pat Sies, Miss Match, Vi Rus, Merry Christmas and Quiche Lorraine, who always claimed she was hungry but never had the money to pay for dinner.
Uh oh, in walks Ty Tanic and his bodyguard, Vin Dicate. They buttonholed Frank Lee Speaking telling him to shut is trap. Vic Trola and Ray Dio intervened. “He was only having fun,” they chimed. Watching intently was Amazing Grace who also tried to calm the situation.
Sol Vang was surprised to see Con Descending, who arrived with Sir Viver. They sat with Marine Layer and Nick O’Teen who blew smoke rings for attention. Minnie Apolis brushed off **** Ta, who said he rather sit with
Miss Demeanor any way. Polly Graph, a real operator, got drunk with Ty Oneon, and had to be driven home by Des Ignate.
Out on a limb went Douglas Fir, egged on by Tom Foolery, who in turn was backed by General Denial, just as Claire Voyant predicted. The lazy N. Tropy picked at the food table presided over by Al A. Carte. Peg Leg couldn’t stand it any longer so she begged Hans Down to find her a seat. She was happy to sit with Erin Gobraugh, Morgan Car and Tom Collins.
Dee Escalate backed away form Mal Evolent and his **** friend, Rock Bottom. P. Nut munched on the table food, a garrulously chatted up Dan Ube who mention his great travel with Marv Elous and his gal, ***** Pack.
Perry Patetic was everywhere, dancing with Patty Cakes, laughing with Tim Buktu, and claimed he had an invited to the affair, which when he said so, Al Ibi, shook his head.” Did I mention that Scott Free was seen with Buck Teeth? They were paired with Deb Enture and Ray Vaughn, who raved about the quality of the people there: from Flora N. Fauna to Dolly Grip, to Hal I. But, and the seemingly ever-shrinking Morris Minor.
Herb Dressing and his sweet potato Ida ** dined outdoors with Al Fresco, the always great to see Stu Pendous, and the charlatan 3 Card Monte. Jim Beam got inebriated and couldn’t remember the same of his cousin, Phil in Deblanc. Colin Oscopy made an *** of himself, only to be topped by the show-off Cliff Hanger.
Earnest Money carped about deals gone south. Reed Thin seemed to get along pretty well with Daisy Chain, who batted away her date, Ron de Vouz. Clyde S. Dale horsed around with Will Power who had stopped buttering up Polly Unsaturated.
Cara Van and Ava Tar tried to get Tim Id to come out of his shell, which he did once Cardinal Sin chatted him up. Will Reading asked Count Les Opportunities for recommendations on his finances.
Hazel Nut savored the bon mots of Vera Fi. Donny Brook somehow ended up with Hope Diamond who was looking good. Del Taco scarfed with the religious Gen Uflect, next to Moe Hican and Ren A. Gade, who was dressed as a cowboy.
Ruth Less made a beeline to Georgia Peach, pitted against Frank Incense. Dusty Roads told stories to Ginger Ly, and that Southen gent, Beau Regard, with his date Rose Colored Glasses.
Mark Mywords spoke of dictionaries he adored, which bored immensely Ann O’Rexia  and Juan Dice.
Al Gorhythm had it all figured out. Buzz Cut agreed. Victoria Columbia just wanted to go home.

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