tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79323678595483730502023-11-15T15:25:55.263+00:00Typesplatpohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-38209997774537028262012-06-22T18:05:00.000+01:002012-06-22T18:05:13.709+01:00Attrition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Attrition<br />
<br />
River, rain, sun, pain,<br />
come to me, to me again.<br />
wear away my fear, my shame,<br />
come wind, storm, come heat,<br />
come flame.<br />
<br />
I am worn down like ancient stone<br />
swept away, filed down<br />
this life, come to me, wear me down<br />
wear me out, it wears me out.<br />
<br />
I will not turn from it again<br />
this war of life, attrition<br />
etched in every line<br />
i am stone.<br />
my life, i embrace,<br />
erode, grind, sand me down<br />
and when i am raw<br />
i live then.<br />
<br />
<br /></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-30502358236634771082009-10-08T07:25:00.001+01:002009-10-08T07:25:00.428+01:00Time<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >T</span>ime, the universal housekeeper,<br />vacuums up every moment's precious dust.<br />When she is done with me I shall not be timeless,<br />I will be out of time.pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-77500758649241322422009-07-28T21:32:00.002+01:002009-07-28T21:36:26.812+01:00What do they want from us?<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >W</span>hen I grow up I want to be<br /> the clip that holds your hair back<br />and when you ride your bike you won't go off track.<br /><br />When I am grown I wish to be<br />the foam that rides upon the sea<br />fizzing with the joy of speed, loose and free.<br /><br />When I am older I want to be<br />the raspberry juice that dribbles down your vampire face,<br />the tumbling drips your tongue will chase.<br /><br />Why must they lasso my innards to a chair<br />and say, you'll make a good banker, now sit there?pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-52539239007070935012009-07-28T21:30:00.000+01:002009-07-28T21:31:38.014+01:00American sentence<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >I</span> fight most against that which I expect to be expected of me.pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-44705619733356915572009-07-28T20:58:00.000+01:002009-07-28T21:30:19.667+01:00Manga girl<span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">B</span></span>reakably unbreakable with her marble eyes<br />fixed on the road ahead we know her lycra catsuit<br />is spraycanned to within an inch of her lycra life<br />hiding nothing except everything,<br />which is what she left on the bus<br />in the suitcase, behind the dartgun<br />wedged under skyhooks and rope.<br /><br />She anchors earth to sky with heels so high<br />she looks down on us like a goddess<br />and wonders why us mortals<br />expect so much from her and yet<br />so little.pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-54519788271304001902009-05-17T14:59:00.005+01:002009-05-17T15:11:21.084+01:00Rain<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> went to the beach.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It rained, so I left.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">There are different types of wet</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">and being rained on is having your biscuit</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">licked by a slobbery dog</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">but the sea welcomes you in the warm tears</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">of her wide throbbing heart.</span></div><div><br /></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-14485463996742436172009-03-07T21:39:00.006+00:002009-03-07T21:54:21.722+00:00finding self<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >W</span>hat defines Self?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Girl, white, freckles, short,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">this country, that thought?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The phase of the moon when we met?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><span style="font-family: verdana;">The greatest fear</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">the smallest hope,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">How many times a mosquito bit?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">What is written on Twitter,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">that must be it.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-76782872805644520592009-02-21T10:47:00.002+00:002009-02-21T10:53:08.253+00:00It has to be said<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" >Y</span>ou who choose to end your lives yourselves:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">When you leave<br />you leave behind broken people</span>,<br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">you take with you a piece of us. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">We will stumble for the rest of our lives</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">trying to find that fragment</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">and always slightly long for death</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">to be there reunited.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">It has to be said.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-60789423168910886722009-02-09T21:13:00.002+00:002009-02-09T21:15:01.253+00:00American sentence<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">F</span></span>ate will always demand something in return for Tall, Dark and Handsome.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-54011611363135134202009-02-07T19:58:00.004+00:002009-02-07T20:07:17.918+00:00Not named<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span></span> strange sweet sadness haunts me these Saturdays.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Time alone in my head.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-23859879852838748872009-02-07T18:48:00.001+00:002009-02-07T18:51:12.884+00:00American sentence<span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />I</span></span> have lost something, and when I know what it is then I will not be.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-46507942163235034092009-02-07T18:45:00.001+00:002009-02-07T18:48:16.093+00:00Random memory<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >M</span>e, alone in a tiny granny flat in Potchefstroom. Listening to the rain pounding the parched earth like the sky was crying for her torn-apart soul.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">The smell is always like a new beginning.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-75444157573975365152009-01-28T20:10:00.003+00:002009-01-31T17:25:31.496+00:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >Y</span>ouare but youaren't</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">stayaway gohome</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">don't count don't care</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">who are youanyway?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">where did itall begin?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">how does it end?</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Inbetween feeling solost</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">so fuckingtired.</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-81810612520201964992009-01-16T20:56:00.003+00:002009-01-16T21:55:57.535+00:00American sentence<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >A</span>m I even real, this shambles of a facade wearing thin with use?</span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-50008980748378715912008-12-14T12:49:00.004+00:002008-12-15T15:11:13.609+00:00awhirl<span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Helvetica;font-size:12;" ><div>Here is another contribution from guest splatter <a href="http://cybersass.com/">sass</a>:<b><br /><br /><br />awhirl</b></div><div style="font-family:verdana;"><div><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:180%;" >i'</span>m staring at the ceiling again</div><div>mind reeling</div><div>thoughts rushing ceaselessly</div><div>fish-tailing</div><div>flipping</div><div>flitting</div><div>fleeing half-formed </div><div>and fleeting</div><div><br /></div><div>my mind reaches to grasp</div><div>though there's but air</div><div>mere wisps of smoke </div><div>swirling</div><div><br /></div><div>disappearing into whorls of nothing</div></div></span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-43541145428928326632008-12-10T07:30:00.001+00:002008-12-10T07:30:01.159+00:00just an observation<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Here is a contribution from another guest splatter, this time it is sass from </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><a href="http://cybersass.com/">my whorl</a>. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">She is quite a prolific poet and often publishes her writing on her blog. Go check it out!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">l</span></span>ife goes on...</span><br /><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the trash truck does it's rounds,</div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> tow trucks wait </div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">on the edge of the highway - </div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">lions at a watering hole.</div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">motorists carve curious trails,</div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">carom precariously,</div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">swim drunken laps through a sea of </div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> careless cars.</div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div>today's headlines line the lampposts</div><div>like so many doomsday prophets.</div></div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">there's so much truth, </div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">so many lies.</div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></div><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">i retreat behind the bars</div> <div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">of my eyes...</div><br /><div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><div>and life goes on...</div></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-54722413952546279882008-11-14T11:51:00.003+00:002009-02-07T18:52:47.896+00:00The violence of the colonised soul<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" >M</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">uch has been written about the psychological and spiritual violence suffered by the colonised native. I agree wholeheartedly with this but I would like to add all citizens of colonised countries to this list, not only the natives of a country.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >This is not to detract from the suffering of the indigenous peoples. That they have had foreign cultures thrust upon them and have suffered as a result is unquestionable. They had no choice but to adopt the new culture and weld and meld it with their own as best they could. They became hybrids in order to survive.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >My ancestors came to South Africa at various times. They were white, they chose to come to a new country, but to ignore as much as possible the local ways and culture. They chose to follow only their own ways, and to force those ways upon the locals.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >There is nothing I can do about this. I am sorry it happened. But us descendants of the colonisers we are hybrids too. We find ourselves citizens of a country that does not much want us any more. We are told we are Europeans. We go to Europe and they tell us there is no way we are European. We were born on African soil and taught to love that soil with all our hearts, but we are not allowed to be called African.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >I believe that all citizens of a colonised country suffer from hybridity, psychological violence, dividedness, a confused sense of self, a crisis of identity.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Will an Indian South African ever be "South African", even if they are 6th generation South African? Or will they always be "Indian South African"? Will a coloured person, the most glaring example of hybridity, ever be allowed to forge an identity that is neither white nor black, but South African? Does a "South African" identity exist at all? Black people have had western ways and ideals thrust upon them, and must choose to adopt them and be called a "coconut", or reject them and battle to fit into a Westernised job market, or weld them into a new hybrid form.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >We are all hybrids, and we can fight this or we can embrace it. It makes us who we are, it challenges us. We will always suffer this confusion, this sensation of not quite belonging to anything, but it need not damage us. We should allow it to drive us forward, and while it may never unite us into a common South African identity, we can remember that we all suffer from this fate of </span><span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >existential confusion, whatever our roots.</span></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-68612374053096031472008-11-03T09:00:00.004+00:002008-11-13T16:25:33.847+00:00American sentence<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />There must be a better way</span></span></u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">C</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ommunism is Capitalism disguised: we want all your stuff.</span></span><br /></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-73409115576755115202008-10-28T14:18:00.004+00:002008-10-28T14:29:38.961+00:00Es'kia Mphahlele has died.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">I</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">have just read that Es'kia Mphahlele has </span><a href="http://www.iol.co.za/index.php?set_id=1&click_id=139&art_id=nw20081028142259539C423500" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">died</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> I wrote </span></span></span><a href="http://southafricanseamonkey.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-day-south-african-hero.html" style="text-decoration: none; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">this post</span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> in appreciation of his writing, and his life, just a month ago. I am kind of in shock. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">He was a great man, a great South African, someone whom I feel was under appreciated as a South African icon.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">He achieved unbelievable things in extremely difficult circumstances, and should be a role model to all of us.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I have never read any of his novels, but will take the time to as soon as possible.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">If you get the chance, you should read his autobiography, it will teach you much about South Africa, and life in those times.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Rest in peace, Prof. Mphahlele.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 110%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-transform: lowercase; "></div></span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-71796861731486492172008-10-24T10:00:00.004+01:002008-10-24T13:01:23.502+01:00Bewaaaare the jumping buck<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">This haiku was inspired by </span><a href="http://www.thoughtleader.co.za/traps/2008/10/23/stofile-pawn-takes-springbok-pillay-takes-pawn-%E2%80%93-checkmate/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">this </span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Thoughtleader article.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';">B</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">eware: Jumping Buck.<br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">It will give you bad luck, and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">cause crate-loads of kak.</span></div></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-6621686761130678132008-10-21T11:00:00.000+01:002008-10-21T11:00:01.174+01:00Little llama<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Another animal haiku from crazy guest splatter Foo:</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">H</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">e gazes at me</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">his eyes so deep and soulful<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">oh little llama</span></span></span><br /></div></span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-46081166866085134522008-10-20T11:00:00.000+01:002008-10-20T11:00:00.457+01:00people on the streets<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;">T</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">his is an extract from a short story I wrote, so it is not really poetry at all. It is a paragraph about people on the streets in Cape Town. Most of the people described are based on truth. </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">There was the proud lady who asked only for water,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the wizened man with the startling beard,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the child who carried a letter telling of her troubles,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the young schizophrenic who swayed on one leg for hours and then burst into a heated tirade, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the man with the recorder, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the one with the club foot,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the wire flower seller, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the card seller, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the bead seller, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the sweeper,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the leaf-raker, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the candlestick maker, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the one who helped you park your car,</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> the one who guarded your parked car, </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the ones who cleaned your car windows while you stopped at the robots.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-75341942174997451922008-10-17T10:00:00.001+01:002008-10-18T11:54:32.163+01:00Train<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Another haiku from the guest splatter</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> Foo.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">T</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">he sound of swishing</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">train comes to a flying halt</span></span></span></span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">ooh that scary leaf</span></span></span></span><br /></div></span></div>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-9812785840803150452008-10-16T10:00:00.001+01:002008-10-16T10:00:00.277+01:00Feeling blue.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Here is a poem from guest splatter, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Foo.</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">H</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">e sits in lonely torment.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">the sun no longer reigns in the sky<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">an outcast, a stranger<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">they reject the unfamiliar<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">for he...<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">is the only gay smurf in the village</span></span></span><br /></div></span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7932367859548373050.post-15630277670822746712008-10-15T11:00:00.001+01:002008-10-15T16:00:59.098+01:00monkey see<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Today's splat is another haiku by guest splatter </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Foo.</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">M</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">onkey grab monkey</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(80, 0, 80); font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">see no feel no banana<br /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">sometimes it's disguised</span></span></span><br /></div></span>pohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00711119384786965311noreply@blogger.com0