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wolfshadowwhispers

'n venster na 'n ander wêreld

Maand

Mei 2014

millago

visuele stimulasie

 

dat een noot in
‘n mens in ‘n lied kan verdwyn
in ‘n nostalgiese oseean
net een noot
haar aanraking weer op wek in die onthou
lewe gee en klank, reuk en
sielsholografies
op tower in die geheuehart
van gisters wat was, weer is
die soepel onthou van lip op lip
tong wat proe proe
asems wat bolippe kielie
die tas van vingers teen wange
die ritme van die hart
die liedjie maak tyd en plek
nie net ‘n oomblik nie
maar ‘n klein ewigheid
‘n wonderwerk
‘n stap in tyd
een noot word ‘n tydmasjien
en sy word weer jonk
saam met my
in ‘n oomblik…

(c) 2014 allen simpson

millago is Spaans vir wonderwerk

medea

In long corridors I find my self
I loose my breath
I carry chains around my feet
I suffocate on the sound of my heartbeat
if only there were a voice
to lead me out of this labyrinth
I fear I must die
and become the offer to the beast within

there are echoes and they pitter patter
and I feel their endless chatter
on these floors so grey so stained
will I find myself bloodied stained

there is a disembowelled voice
is this the beast I hear
shivers become my dread-est companion
and I give into the fear

For tonight a beast will feast
but is it the one in the centre of the maze
or the one born in the abyss of the heart of my fear

the torches bring forth little light
and sometimes shadows lie
a Minotaur awaits in these phantasmic illusions
and if he finds me I will die

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Inspired by an old legend with a twist
and yes the word Phantasmic is a play on the word phantasm

Lycia – The Morning Breaks So Cold And Gray

Video:

Lyrics:

The morning breaks so cold and gray
and i’m still here, alone Lees voort “Lycia – The Morning Breaks So Cold And Gray”

Wolfie

An awesome poem about me by a dear dear friend. Thanks Hanneliese x

Hanneliesebredell07's Blog

My first English poem

is about someone

who’s in a zone

all of his own

weird; maybe a little bit crazy

but boy, o boy, not lazy

 

he’s writings I admire

‘cause his work is devireImage

he became a dear friend

out of the blue…

Solovlug blue

 

his circle of friends

-I believe-

will astonish you

he’s got a place

in his heart…

 

just don’t you dare

to judge him

he’s got unique taste

and very, very smart too

 

his mind will blow you away

with his wisdom and words

he’ll transform you

to faraway magical places

 

humbleness runs through his veins

animals very dear to his heart

he can make you laugh

lead you on a different path

that is marvelousness…

to the end

11 Januarie 2014

 

 

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ma (‘n nietige psalm)

my ma is ‘n rondebal vol bome
wat asem gee
wat my voed
en my dors les
sy is ‘n pêrel in ‘n swartfluweelsee
vol diamant wat glinster
sy is ook elke ster
elke atoom
elke wind wat deur my hare waai
elke sonsopkoms
elke dag en nag
sy is meer as ‘n idee
sy is meer as ‘n simbool
sy is meer as beelde in ‘n museum
en meer as wat ons kan verstaan

sy is godin
ewig
lieflik
onmeetbaar
sy is moeder aarde
moeder maan
moeder lewe

al wat ek kan doen
is om haar grootheid
te probeer dig
maar
sy maak hierdie woorde net stippels
want te groot is ons ma vir ink
en vir tikletters op papier en skerm
alomteenwoordige enigma
alomtenwoordige liefde
is sy

amen

(c) 2014 allen simpson

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new hopes ascend

dreams, meteors of the soul
in a sky of hope
can fall
but even if hopes fall
one can wish
and even a wish
can change the starts

one must never give up

dreams, meteors of the soul
in the sky of hope
can fall but,
with every star that falls
a wish can be born
and new hopes ascend…

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Moederdag (Vir Danu)

Jare van opoffering
Jare van rou
Jare wat oopbreek soos ‘n vars brood en stoom van beloftes
Jare van wil vergeet
en Jare van onthou
en dan oomblike van weet jy is net ‘n stofkorreltjie
in ‘n massiewe groteske heelal
nietig
klein
geseën

Godin, Moeder van almal
geseën is ek
elke dag met Jou
in Moedersdag
en my sielsbeker loop oor

Jare voorentoe
of agtertoe
en nooit nooit is ek aleen

(c) 2014 allen simpson

Today I die

This is the day that I die
the day that I bleed
the day my soul goes home
the time that was set for me

This is the light
at the end of the tunnel
the funeral of what was

this is the day I die
the day I give myself
over to the eternal
this is the day I live
within
the light
of
possibilities

the day negativity dies

(c) 2014 allen simpson
this poem wanted to get out of my head the whole day

Fairy Rider (The Final Chapters)

Fairy Rider by Leonie Roderick

Chapter 25

The dreaded call comes early on an ordinary Wednesday morning.

Peacy is the first to notice the white vans on his way to Dillon.  Using the cell phone, he makes the call.  Dillon listens attentively.  The enemy will never know what the innocent message means.  The message is simple.  The medicine Dillon wanted for Darling isn’t available. Lees voort “Fairy Rider (The Final Chapters)”

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