Pearly Drops (Revised)

On hearing golden-brown voices nothing
but sound transcendence exists, pearly
drops joining into song, networked notes
form chords, evoking feelings forgotten
– an exit out of this world

Realities’ rules force orthodoxy to hide
inner events transporting away unwary
dreamers – until I awake all work stays
undone, time for action gone after eons
unproductively spent invisibly dreaming

Only a shining countenance exists, an
inner fire that cannot be quenched by
events taking place in the world outside,
a dream I can repeat whenever the
music plays again

Wishes And Dreams Within

 

Four dolls in my work station, the
prettiest small amounts of money
could buy - a special doll must be
cheap, otherwise I cannot
play with her at all

The smallest doll represents the
grown-up shell in which the child-
hood version of adults dwell, the
two bigger, younger dolls re-
present the wonderment

Of early youth - the smallest one
reminds of undeveloped potential,
everyone has probable personalities
which had been repressed to allow
one main ego to develop well

A shock might activate other ego-
possibilities - a split into several
identities - I sincerely wish I had
several personalities in me, one
for mathematics, another

For transcribing legalese, one for
cooking, another for social activities
while the real core personality would
be free to write poetry - or swim in the
sea or - dance to the music

My dolls represent my idea of human
personality, a bunch of unrealised
wishes and ideals within…

Wild Desire For Life (Revised)

Silver crystal sandals, for final effect add in silver
shine magic pedicure, being Cinderella at the office
Grande Ball with best legal text quoting six different
Acts, enjoying challenges, French Level III pronouns
and regular verbs, fun – Je me suis bien
amusée

Red KJB pants with sandals, glory in flowers,
self-esteem anchored in poetic hands as days
pass, life enlarged in multi-layered waves
visible only when keeping the eye on inner
vision colouring every detail with great
energy, new consciousness created by

Silver cords and golden sound weaving life’s
hologram - Schön blühende Heckenrosen und
Ade zur guten Nacht filling the spaces between
murmuring voices and loud laughter with wild
exclamations - beauty of inner peace in small
joys - adding trimmings to my workstation

Friends supporting each other, filling my life,
spilling sweet drops of incense bright with
idealism and beliefs outlined in bright blue
lines of new designs that will grow into all
our tomorrows, adding more dimensions to

The rolled-up string theory twenty-five, impetus
driving a wild desire for ever more life…

Things To Be Conquered (Revised)

So emotionally drained, trapped in the passion
of fresh challenges and new techniques, the
tension of exploring financial alternatives, the
nervousness in confronting your anger when
explaining problems caused by language you
used when I made mistakes

Counted my many blessings in bed, felt better
but couldn’t sleep, arose, switched on TV –
the film ‘Insidious’ - a mansion full of strange
events, a psychic telling the family of a place
for tortured souls - oh dear, there goes my list
of many blessings

Or maybe the list has just grown longer as
life is enriched by imaginings of spectres
and things that have to be conquered
through dreams of beauty and love…

The Feeling Of Losing Control

I hate this restless feeling, first I messed up the bedroom by putting
all my books which were cluttering the white sitting room, on the bed,
then messed up the study by shoving books helter-skelter on to the
racks, continued my mission of confusion by creating chaos in the
kitchen, seeing as it was already full of crumbs

I added my new thick file spilling papers and my favourite pictures,
including Sean Connery and laughing people having fun, fantasy
rooms, an article on slavery in the Cape committed by the English
themselves, no less, they had a thriving monopoly, according to
Lady Anne Barnard who wrote it in her Journal

Compounding the feeling of losing control, the radio is playing Golden
Oldies, Roger Whittaker singing Now you Don’t Believe In If Anymore,
I smile – I still do and always will - if nothing else, at least it keeps that
dour expression of deep suspicion from my face, I dream about If all
the time - - - trying to focus amongst all the noise

I opened my French file just to find it impossible to pin myself down,
the feeling of accomplishment after last night’s work – five pages
of notes from Labour Equity Law and School Legislation in South
Africa – is still too fresh in my head - it seems having chocolate
for breakfast must have been bad because I feel jittery

Running around like a chicken without a head – time to settle and
wait for the mental fog to disperse before doing something; Tom
Jones belting out It’s Not Unusual To Be Loved By Anyone; right,
I shall nestle against my beloved in front of the TV - he’s
watching rugby, it will help me doze off, upon waking

I shall try again to do something useful with my books….


Saturday 3 November 2012

A Small Glass Of Champagne

You atoned so sweetly, prepared a fun meal,
hamburgers with salad and cheese, ah, Mein
Herr Marquis, you are sweet, dancing around
in the kitchen, serving everyone - everything
placed on the griddle, kids happy, all forgiven

How could I even have doubted that you would
come around - Sean Connery blew up the evil
Fatima Blush - this is a fantastic evening, no
more complaints, a small glass of champagne
to celebrate all these peace offerings

Tomorrow Michelle from Merryhell will send me
a book by Sir Terry Pratchett - life is perfect –
I’m nearing the end of my small-scale irrigation
document, James Bond is blowing up ancient
stone temples, ah, Mein Herr Marquis

We shall have some music - Ah, wie ruhrt mich
dies… [Die Fledermaus]

Cello More Important Than Life

Your righteous indignation at my making two mistakes
that merely disturbed your complacency authorises you
to swear at me and sets you free from any need to apologise,
in this house I must reiterate how sorry I am and write letters
explaining why I messed up and became guilty of high treason
and should be shot for multiple shortcomings, the situation is
so bizarre it makes me laugh – Mein Herr Marquis, ein Mann
wie Sie … drum verzeihen Sie wenn ich lache – ha ha ha ha ha
ha ha ha [Die Fledermaus]

Your injured dignity forces you to ignore me pointedly – fine,
after laughing to my heart’s content, the screensaver that gives
meaning to everyday routine, Timothy Dalton as 007 - The
Living Daylights - keeps my mind occupied; while you steam
and froth at the mouth, presenting like Le Malade Imaginaire
of Molière, waiting to execute me with the guillotine of your
tongue - I happily watch 007 rise to the occasion as he con-
fronts the KJB - while you prepare the devastating speech
that is meant to change me into Quasimodo himself

I am walking the grey steets of Russia in 1987, a cello is clearly
more important than a life, once again the situation is clear –
yes, your discomfiture is more important than my work or life,
James Bond puts it all in perspective, having just used a laser
light on an official car, yes, this is life, as long as the imagination
can take us away, reality is just the trampoline providing lift-off
into the sky, sorry Mein Herr Marquis, a tragedy in the  land of
ice has taken me away, the cello has taken a bullet and they
just went through the border post  - safe in Austria –

While the KJB is getting ready to launch new attacks on everyone