Endings Do Not Exist

I’m cold, cold, cold, freezing in the land of the sun,
ice queen wrap around my shoulders wearing purple
T-shirt and freezing underneath, autumn always brings
nostalgia and pain for something lost, I know not what

A holiday at the sea-side is all that keeps me going now,
next step is to find long socks for cold feet – and my heart
burning, fear for the coming of winter - - remembering the
sadness of death and decay, the scant time left to see mom

And dad, the negotiations entailed to organise visiting them,
I wanted to forget the end of summer by swimming yet the
cold draft kept me back and I wish for a world where endings
do not exist, only dramatic beginnings and unending love…

[28 February 2014]

Completely Deranged [REVISED]

Even explaining or defending this
hateful system masquerading as
god-sanctioned and heaven-sent,
disguised as ‘Africans’ freedom’
to be their tribal selves in non-
arable land - 13% of the country -

While prohibited from living on
70 per cent of the land where they
were allowed as migrant workers
with a pass to present to the police
on demand; just claiming this racial
Nazi system was well-intentioned

Is propaganda, evidence of a mind
completely deranged…

[Written after reading Nelson Mandela's
"Long Walk To Freedom"]

One Long Sigh

Do I have ability to imagine what I want - First thing
is I want freedom to become my alternative self, the
inner person who has been subjected by the timid spirit
who only wants to read all day long, I want to break out
of my shell and meet people who share my interests –
poetry, quantum physics – interact with kindred spirits

Who read about alternative science, new theories about
Astrogenetics and the true nature of the sun as centre
of the solar system, I wish to be called upon to defend
my intellectual conclusions about apartheid and the
evils of racial discrimination spread like a disease
under false pretences while engendering the suicide

Of a nation too preoccupied and blind to see their own
demise as imminent, don’t know how I as recluse can
meet others - it is a goal to be achieved to also help
my son who loves poetry but doesn’t have the ability
to make friends on his own, just like his bookworm
mom – without offending his reclusive father whose

Only repose is in his quiet crocodile castle where he
as Lord can rest from the clamouring of his subjects
at work, flee from the games HR is forcing upon him
and his team – the universe will have to compromise
all these wishes in one long sigh of contentment as
everyone gets what they want without my having to

Translate technical texts ad infinitum…

[27 February 2014]

Dream Up A Storm [REVISED]

Again my work station is a Fairy Kingdom;
donning a pink filigree scarf I became Pea
Blossom of ‘Shakespeare’s Midsummer
Night’s Dream’; inspired by the desire to
transcend my life I spread flowers on my
desk, and in front of newly acquired lilac
wings softly shimmering on a cupboard

To my right miniature roses amongst white
decorations - I’m translating al fresco with
no web or email, drinking a mixture of hot
chocolate & coffee to drown my throat’s
malignant instant soup taste; associates
in uproar over toxic fumes of a generator
lighting our sixth floor - which, we were

Told, was once a surgery. Scared a gullible
colleague, told her spirits of the dead keep
moaning - Go Away, Go Away - on seeing
her visibly shaken explain it an absurd joke,
sorry, but can’t help chuckling as I return to
my desk - now, how to spend what’s left of
the day creating new words while sucking

Terms off my thumb or joining workmates
in a melée caused speculating about the
state of our building; yet it’s much better to
play in my Fairy Kingdom, decorating hats
with bunches of flowers, enough of them
to dream up a storm…

Finding Adventure [REVISED]

Since my beloved believes my twin’s teaching me
independence (which he deems inappropriate) we
have clandestine meetings - then power failure at
work with exciting possibilities of explosions if too
suddenly reconnected - and we are sent home;

my son loves poetry classes, maybe he’ll become
an undercover poet also; my daughter has a job at
a studio though she hates commuting to and fro,
mother has a new purple carpet - I inflict my love
for purple & all its hues on everyone except my

beloved. I camouflage my new bohemian blouses
under black boleros; mother has a flat screen TV
in her room at the old-age home - with the fridge,
table for writing & sewing and great piano to play
in the chapel, she’s enjoying a marvellous life

Our roof has been fixed but my cell-phone died -
forced to use a touch-screen, attempt ended
in headache, it refused to reveal its secrets - with
these kinds of nonsensical problems I realise how
lucky we are as a cold wind reminds everyone

Autumn is coming, so I dig out my new silver and
white Ice Queen throw and dream of finding more
adventure tomorrow…

Save From Themselves [REVISED]

It is time Afrikaners learn apartheid
was devised with evil intent; it was
not good intentions that went awry,
it was evil capitalism at the behest
of superrich, simple Afrikaners had
to face tribal Africans killing one
another - when things went awry,
the rich absconded with the loot!

Luckily simple Afrikaners won the
heart of Mandela in jail, he studied
them & decided to save them from 
themselves; when the rich masters
left, Mandela kept his promise and
today Africans are free & everyone
gets along famously - at least I do,
praying for the rest of my country…

The Crime… [REVISED]

It was alleged the ANC’s shortcomings will prove
the apartheid regime was NOT so evil. – WHAT?
They ignore a fifty year ANC call for negotiation,
crush peaceful demonstrations, shoot women &
children in the back, give Madiba no choice but

To choose self-defence against THEIR oppression
and murder of his people. Apartheid was cause of
ANC military camps; exiled and cited ANC leaders
never learned good governance, had been ousted
forcibly from corridors of power

Current governance mistakes traced to exiled ANC
leaders being already corrupt cannot exonerate an
apartheid state: NO logic redeems an evil regime
CAUSING these problems by violently oppressing
black people first place, who then respond equally

And today’s confused leadership has its root in the
people who were interred on Robben Island never
experiencing good statesmanship. Claiming ANC’s
reaction to oppression shows it’s right to impose
such conditions upon Africans, mind-boggles

An up-front EFFECT of oppression seen to justify
its USE? Wait, it isn’t new, doing bad things unto
others and using their violent, savage reaction to
such subjugation to claim they deserved such
sentencing to punish future Offences -

And in the event the agent provocateur doesn't
even concede the punishment actually is
The Crime…

[24 February 2014]

[Poem inspired by reading "Long Walk to Freedom" by
Nelson Mandela]