Bodies.BloodOn the hands of partners.Pseudo-protectors,Unmasked. Handcuffed.Half-confessions.Half-lies.The scales of justiceDon’t dip back in time. Once beating hearts,Now beaten.Ambitions,Annihilated.Similar stories.The same fate. A gun.A knife.A fire.A brick.Bare hands. The warWithin the walls.Destroying us.Will itDefine us? War cry.Warriors.Marching[…]
Category: Poetry
19 October 1977
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Being three
In the fields, we would laugh and play, Enjoying the warmth of the winter’s day. We’d lay on our backs In delight, What a wonderful sight! Clouds as soft as cotton candy Some pink, others[…]
A tale of our times
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Rain
I hear them Dance Like a toddler on tip toe Gentle Then rapid And now erratic… I smell The freshness of the flowers Their thirst satiated They breathe new life In and Out… I see[…]
2020
A chance to Begin anew Start afresh And write your own destiny… It can only be A new year! A new decade! Laden with promises… How wonderful, I hear you say. There’s something magical, Somewhat[…]
She can dance
Hues of pink Colour the afternoon sky. Oh! What a pretty sight! As pretty as The dreams she weaved. She saw herself Waltzing under the starlit sky, Matching his every step. Side by side, Hand[…]