Glenn McCrary, 12 november 2012
Again I played witness
To the stunning vignette that was her body
All evening the thought to compose words
Materialized from a former canyon of desolation
Merely because I had been swept into the distance
As I am forsaken to ponder
When she’ll become attainable
Glenn McCrary, 12 november 2012
Each time that I see her
A switch is stimulated within me
So arcane yet freakishly alluring
And like a tiger hunting its prey
I chased her pirouetting shadow ever so enthusiastically
The taste of it quite addicting in a hopelessly romantic sense
Tirelessly becoming the axis on which my beliefs lie
Glenn McCrary, 12 november 2012
Thick like knuckle sized sheets of LSD
Her hips swung just like the doors of my virginity
With great ease I grew aroused by the rhythm
That produced the beat of evolution
How I imagine gently seizing her hand ever so tight
And holding it for only the universe knows how long
Occasionally I ponder on whether or not she knows
The lovely effect that she has on my bones
Glenn McCrary, 12 november 2012
If like a sponge she acquired the abilityTo ingest the amour that I have for herThe possibilities of establishing a new religionLie concrete and sound as the imagesOf her body and mine as oneIf ever a chance arose to fix a womanShe’d be just the gash to mendAnd the scriptures would be her satin skin
Glenn McCrary, 12 november 2012
I had taken a seat along the sequences of curiosity
When suddenly my mistress dawned
Her eyes alternating in succession
With the pattern that were mine
“Hello” was the word that ejected from her lips
Firecrackers had begun ascending
History was being sculpted before us
Gert Strydom, 12 november 2012
I come from another place and time
and did walk as a child bared feet in the marsh
I am from a place that is different from this city
where here people and things are trampled upon
and respect, integrity and duty has disappeared
where tarred roads reach to the horizon,
where cyber lights shines like small suns at night
where dust, sooth and ash cover all things.
Here people, animals and almost every thing
has a price that is set for them
while they are involved in a tinned existence
while crowds continually jostle people out of the way
and nothing remains sacred, not bodies or even beliefs
while lives are wasted and nothing brings salvation.
Gert Strydom, 12 november 2012
The young farmer is not dead
the earth that loves him, still remembers him,
where his young wife was raped by barbarians
and his small toddler daughter as well
where his farm house has been burned down to rubble
and is still smoking after the mad plundering
he lies half scorched, his face distorted
and who will be able to bring some justice here?
The farmer lifts his fists against the wind,
stand against the horizon somewhat blinded,
searches perplexed for missing answers
tries to find a judgement form God
and the wind turns dust up from the red ground,
even the earth is wounded.
Gert Strydom, 12 november 2012
(in answer to Ingrid Jonker)
The child is still alive,
his spirit nobody can extinguish,
the small fists of the child hits on its mother’s back
where she is carrying him
and out of control the child is crying
when his mother screams Africa and amandla
or like a Voortrekker woman with bare feet
try to find a way in the veldt to wild fruits
with snot that runs from his nose over his cheeks
where paper thin dogs run away scared
and a murderous crowd walks in the street,
but the child’s voice
is swallowed by the roar of the crowd.
The whole country is degenerating
with cities becoming hovels overnight,
in anger the child lifts his fists against his father,
throws bricks and stones that fall like hail
and his father is without a job,
while people stream in from other countries
to fill all the vacant positions
and people walk in mass riots
while they scream Africa and amandla,
the child has a blown up stomach and is emaciated
and smells of human refuse.
The child is still alive,
his spirit nobody can extinguish,
not in Soweto, or at Thembisa, or in Sunnyside
or Hillbrow or wherever,
everywhere his toddler sister is raped
to rescue barbaric adult males
from AIDS,
or for the medicine of witchdoctors
she is cut apart
and however the child is suffering
he still is alive.
The child is still alive,
his spirit nobody can extinguish,
and he grows rebellious
while education degenerates
to human rights and politics
where knowledge, own values
and religion is been unlearned
and the child realises
that he will have no kind of future.
The child hides in the shadows,
notices the civil service
see how these people act fraudulently,
how they steal from the entire country,
even in the highest councils
where suppressing laws are being passed;
the child is unseen but present
and he notices how people are being bribed,
how everyone is living for his or her own gain,
the child peeps through bus windows,
through the windows of shacks in slums
and he wonders when it will be safe again
to play carefree outside,
to feel the sun on his skin?
Each opportunity and even his freedom
is being stolen from him time after time
and cursing whores are on the street,
drug lords from Nigeria,
thieves and killers from Zimbabwe
that gather everywhere in small groups
and strangers steal opportunities
as if they belong to them.
The child that wanted to feel the sun on his skin
in due time grows to be a man,
and decide to forget his father and his ancestors,
to forget about their corruption,
has great zeal for a new place,
(somewhere on this continent of Africa)
where everybody careless and free
can lead a own life
and he moves from place to place
where he tells everybody about his ideology
until his followers grow to gigantic numbers
and continually everyone is searching for some answers,
while no starvation, robbery, murder and illnesses
does devour Africa.
[Reference: “Die kind wat doodgeskiet is deur soldate by Nyanga” (The child that was killed by soldiers at Nyanga) by Ingrid Jonker.]
Satish Verma, 12 november 2012
In the surge of dark
there was a lunar smile in my glass
I will not abandon the moons
in your eyes. A white sow was
going to deliver the babies.
It was departure time
and the profile was ready to collapse.
Mars was throwing the loaves
to human beings and aliens were
going to land on earth.
Sing my baby, sing. Opening the
knots of life, returning to barn
in wild tempest. I know I have
to unearth the buried truth and
talk to ghosts of lies.
Satish Verma
Richard Ledford, 11 november 2012
NeoLife in the NeoWorld
When NeoChurch weds NeoState,
Spawns NeoFlag - Breeds NeoHate:
HypoChristian NeoFascists
Should Pregnant Teens just slit their wrists?
Soon NeoRoe v. NeoWade
Will NeoCourt let Church invade?
Just why must bible Zombie lies,
Be so enforced on womens' lives?
Abortion's still a legal right;
Must clinic access be a fight?
Doctors threatened with "Thou shalt not"
Or they'll make sure, to have you shot!
A self-appointed "God's Killer"
Then snuff'ed the life of Dr. Tiller
Religious Reich: for "God" they'll kill-
As Women's Rights go straight downhill.
They all can speak direct to god.
They'll make us straight with cattle prods
A NeoZealot holy war;
Self-righteousness is at its core.
Smug Gay-Bashing NeoBigots,
Warped words pouring from their spigots.
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False flag terror, spreads Neofear;
We watch our rights just disappear
FOX propaganda tidal waves
Well wash the brains of TV slaves.
Bogus threats of time bombs ticking!
Human rights must take a licking?
If terrorist I just MIGHT be?
MUST NeoNazis torture me?
At war forever we will be,
Whose job to end it? You and me!
NeoExceSS WARp'rate ProfitS
Such Corrupting NeoLobby'stS
All Profiteer'S checkS have been cashed,
While whistle blowers just get bashed;
A Pentagon of pedaphiles;
Child porn Web searching brings their smiles!
NeoDreading NeoSpying;
'ttorney Gen'ral NeoLying.
NeoPuppets Neo[x]Justice[/x],
Clueless Congress - No Can Bust Us!
NeoPrez hoards NeoPowers,
NeoPriv'leged - Congress Cowers
NeoTrampled Constitution
Citizens still NeoSnoozin’
Economy => NeoChillin';
NeoBanksters' pockets fillin'
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Zionists have Gaza captured;
HypoChristians NeoRaptured
A genocide Israeli-style:
Dead siblings, five, stacked in a pile.
NeoCol...lateral Damage:
These dead kids won't need no bandage.
At tanks you dared to throw some stones?
In "self-defence" - they BOMBED your homes!
Occupation stranglehold,
Hits hardest on the young and old.
NeoFiltered NeoMeed'ya,
NeoWars: WeNoCanSeeYa
NeoTerror a NeoSource
World does see, it's U.S of course!
Sadly sinking NeoNation;
NeoCrisis now we’re Facin’
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