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Miracle girl

She opens her heart
like a rose in bloom
she’s darker than black
in midnight’s room
pale skin like bleached bones
embraced in sunlight
my miracle girl, painted
in shades of twilight…

She is poetry in visions
pictures in words
she’s everything made of wishes
she’s my miracle girl…

(c) 2012 allen simpson

Art: Death and Dream from the Sandman comics

Verkeerde Bedmaatjie

Daar is niks aakliger as om op ‘n Maandag oggend wakker te word met die verkeerde bed maatjie in die bed nie. Nou vra julle seker ‘Wolfie, het jy ‘n vrou ontmoet laasnag en is sy so verskriklik?’…

Nee, ek is nie so wild nie en die bed maatjie waarvan en nou praat is ‘n subtiele bliksem wat mens bekruip en al die energie uit ‘n mens tap. Dit gee nie om of jy ‘n deadline by die werk het nie en dit wil jou met ‘n mag bed to sleep. Dit wil jou vasser druk in die bed as daai arme man in die Stephen King boek ‘Misery’ waar die skrywer ‘n gyselaar van ‘n obsessiewe bewonderaar was. Dit is erger as ‘n stalker.

Die bliksem wat my bed toe wil dwing is griep. Julle almal ken griep. Dit diskrimineer nie, dit ontvoer man en vrou, kind en oumens na hulle eie bed, jy hoes, jy het pyn, jy bewe en jy voel asof jy wil dood gaan.

Hoe veg julle die evil diaboliese vyhand griep? Gee my ‘n paar tips.

Wolfie

(c) 2016 allen simpson

Fantasy In Grey

I believe in unicorns
I am a vagabond
I am a knight on a quest
somewhere I will rest
where Elven ale’s best
I am a dungeon freak
I go where its deep
Treasures to seek
maidens awaits
behind pearly gates
and dragons will chat
or burn off your hat
fantasies in grey
on my bedroom wall
buy that potion
at the guild hall
press menu to save
to fight later again knave
over distant sea scene
on my computer screen
warlocks to slay
will I be a paladin today?
I am a dragonlord
typing my sword techniques
on my computer keyboard
(fantasy in the grey
in the screen of my computer
a visit beyond the Aether)
I am a dungeon freak…
Let me get my geek on
it’s not just a game, son
I live the fantasy…

(c) 2012 Allen Simpson

an ode to computer gaming. Yes I am a geek. The picture is a screenshot from the MMORPG game Royal Quest introducing my characters BladeMagenta, Bluedance and Selkie.

Posisies van seer (‘n oefening in dig tegniek)

EERSTE POSISIE: JUKSTAPOSISIE

Die soetgrim bitterheid wat kook
Roer die pot, roer die pot, ek rook
In my verslane hart
As jou laaste brief aan my, my stukkend spat

TWEEDE POSISIE: OKSIMORON

In my is ‘n netjiese wanorde
Van smart verloor in pyn
Die brief wat alles sê
Jy wil my nie meer hê

LAASTE POSISIE: DIE PARADOKS

Jou liefde het my styggend gebring tot ‘n val
‘N droë rivier, ‘n traannat wal
My gelos, net so alleen
Adieu, jou laaste woord, ‘n bitterseën

(C) 2013 allen simpson
Grote griet! Ek is bly dit het nog nooit met my gebeur nie. Die gedig was net ‘n ou oefening in drie style in digkuns wat saam een storie vertel. Die tema ‘SEER’ was nie my idee nie, dit was die tema wat aan my gegee is vir die oefening.

Heart of Winter

The circle is cast and I
Listen as my sons and daughters
Chant my names
It is a celebration of me as winter season, and I
Feel the love of my children

A lone priestess holds her hands high
In another place far away
Her voice entwines my windy whisper
As she calls upon me and pray

I am the earth of all seasons
Known by many names
Danu, Demeter, Ceres, Tara, Gaia
I am each season
I am the ground beneath your feet
I am the wind you breathe
I am the water you drink
I change like every woman
Once a month my tides are high
When my daughter Moon
Shows her whole face
Embrace my winter cold
Like you embrace my summer heat
Understand my gift of love
Every season am I
There is love in every season

)O(

(C) 2013 allen simpson
For all pagans in winter

The Earth speaks

I am the Mother Earth, your God. Even if you do not believe in me, I call you my child. I am the earth you walk on, the air you breathe, the water you drink. You cannot leave me because I am your home. I provide the animals you eat, the fruits you harvest. I demand your respect. Every animal you hurt, every plant you hurt with your stupidity is a slap in my face, yet I allow you to live. I could poison all your rivers with my lava, I could smite you with poison rain in the blink of an eye, but I love you. Lees voort “The Earth speaks”

Wandellust vir eie vaandel

Ag kyk hoe mooi skinder Hanneliese van my. Sy is so ‘n groot sëen en ek voel baie bevoorreg om so ‘n medewandelaar en sielsgenoot soos sy te ken.

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                                                                        In Magnoliadalpark, verkeer ons rustig op ‘n bankie

Ek en Wolfie het ‘n, eie aan ons, vaandelwandellus om voortdurend tydens ons kosbare saamwees tye staat te maak op ons innerlike kompas en om dan agterna te floreer op waar ons, ons vaandelwandelwees, laat wapper het. Ons put innerlike vullende vrede, vreugde en bevrediging uit ons ervarings en daar is telkemale  ‘n hoogtepunt wat uitstaan. Die hoogtepunte (soos die meerkatjie Saterdag) hou soms verband aanmekaar om ons te herinner dat ons Moeder op ons wandel let )0(

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               Lekker eet is altyd deel van ons saamwees soos hier by Magalieskruin kombuis waar ons heerlik ontbyt geëet het.

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                                 Rebeccastraat begrafplaas wat ons besoek het as deel van ons Gothdag viering saam.

Om saam met Wolfie tyd te spandeer, is soos om iewers hoog op ‘n berg te staan, my arms wyd oop te gooi en my oor te gee aan…

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Sex en Facebook

Ordentlikheid is soms baie skaars. Kyk ek gee nie om of mense vieslik wil raak nie, al hoewel ek nie die soort is nie. Ek blaai deur Facebook en so waaragtig is daar iets pornografies oop en bloot op ‘n muur. Mens kan dele van die dame sien wat definitief nie op sosiale media hoort nie. Ek meen ek is FB vriende met oumas wat net kontak het met hulle baie jong kleinkinders het deur middel van Facebook. Lees voort “Sex en Facebook”

Moon in Twilight

Her pale countenance was like a skull
So far up in the sky
Twilights embers were fading fast
Somewhere a creature moaned it’s last
Lament
As clouds began to dress
The palest moon in grim black clouds
The mists swept in from the lake
As the sword was cast
Into the murky abysmal waters
Her hand, the lady of the lake
Caught it
And all the worlds succumbed to silence
Only the Moon in twilight spoke
Behind dark clouds
A silent note

(C) 2013 Allen Simpson
Inspired by Arthurian Mythology

Verlange taal

Verlange is soms ‘n babbelaar
wat om elke hoek ‘n woord te sê het
‘n simpel blom sê soms
diep in die eina-hart
‘onthou jy my….’
of ‘n reuk bring jou na ‘n tyd
van hande op jou,
‘n liefdes wangstreel
‘n kus wat ‘n oomblik verseël
Verlange, jou taal maak so seer
maar soms is jy ook die beste vriend
by my hart se deur…

(C)2013 allen simpson

let it in

we’re all hanging like sheets on the washing line
in a dust storm called life
but we can be clean again
if we just let ourselves in
we’re all stones on the dry land covered with dust
but it can rain again
we must just let it in

changes come and changes go
we have the choice to be a change in this world
take your troubles and fears and let it go
even if you are a dark soul you can shine darkly
like a fluorescent globe
so

let it in
joy is not a symptom it is a choice
let it in
stand on the soap box and let out your voice

be the change you hope in the world
even if it is just a phrase in a stupid poem
the opportunity is yours
jut let it in to let go

let it in

(c) 2016 Allen Simpson

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