Chauvinism’s foot pressed firmly on the reverse gear the cycle of life hurtles at break-neck speed back into the dark ages of yore crushing progress in one fell swoop
Men! Strut your stuff pick up the arms go on a rampage hunt down dissenters as well as naysayers brook no argument cock that snook bam! wham! the sham of civility shattered gleefully justice will be served by the barrel of the gun!
Women! Cross your legs and press your knees together you are being recast as damsels to be disrobed and used as a product your body no longer yours your life worse than chattel barefoot with swelling belly; that’s your destiny.
Rights! What rights! might is right and how can the right be wrong bring forth in this world the unwanted raise an army of abandoned, misfit kids then give them the licence to hunt and gather.
Rejoice! Patriarchy rules again we are in the war zone fodder for the frontline should be churned without shame the darkness of heart envelopes the world maniacs are in charge life is cherished the living be damned!
The grainy texture of hazy memories evokes myriad long forgotten tastes some ambrosial, some miasmic some that leave me pasty faced.
suspended in the half light of living an unnamed bird flutters haplessly singing no song of eternal hope yet it can’t stop whirring its wings endlessly.
tonight the moon’s forehead is lined with worries the fragrant skies will smolder throughout the night heaving under the haze of monochromatic thoughts the sun’s endeavour to slight the moon may never come to light.
time fades bit by bit bleeding every second hunger throbs voraciously in my aching bones tears gather drop by drop in the hollow of my neck I brace myself for the colossal shadows of unknowns.
words are bridges connecting many a heart the poem’s room lit with love’s glittering shards the fingers clicking music; stop and start
the sun burns fiercely in the poet’s empty gut speaking in a tongue no long sequestered misty eyes read words not stuck in a rut
glowworm ideas shine with all their might from dusk to dawn they twinkle bright inspiration lies in the cobalt skies of starry nights
Butterflies releasing stories everywhere prismatic rainbow glitters with flair verses spun from gloom bloom sans despair.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers whether you celebrate today or not! Mere tokenism it may seem to many, but enjoy the pampering that comes with it. Some moms may not have been ideal, let’s break the mould then as mothers. And as for the moms who may no longer be amidst us, they have a permanent residence in our hearts.
The inimitable trees stand tall and regal autumn was not kind to them brushing away their golden leaves imperiously as if trying to hide the message of trees they carried
in the starless darkness of night snow descended swiftly and silently covering the remnants of the fallen foliage as if burying deep an evil secret
a path meanders aimlessly through the forest the log cottage offers solace to achy feet the trees wait patiently to bloom fingers of sunshine might awaken the answers that were drowned in the hum of the city.
A whiff of mothballs takes me to the dusty ephemera that surprisingly did not crumble under the pressure of time as I look into the potpourri of my teenage memories a cavalcade of emotions rampage all over me bemused and bewildered I watch corpses of defunct passion tumble out in a spuddle the ferocious angst that ignited my soul then is now just an ember; flaring up occasionally the social activist’s dogged haunting has kept my conscience alive scattered in between the cobwebs of spidery scrawls of scribbles are the posies of verses inscribed in calligraphy; kenspeckle for their earnestness the apparition of my younger idealistic self looms large, accusation writ large on its countenance my moral compass is intact; only I have traded idealism for pragmatism a whiff of something burning brings me back to the now as I rush to the kitchen the glimpse from the bedroom window gladdens my heart sitting in the balcony my teenage girl pours her heart in her journal.