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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by Lockie » Sun Nov 27, 2011 2:03 pm

Thanks WD. Duke was an Icon for SANParks and for all nature reserves. A chance to live a long and natural life un harassed by man and our modern world.
I wrote this one a while ago, and although the river that was the inspiration is local, I think the sentiment is universal, and perhaps something to think about, next time you are by a babbling stream.

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A Gift to the River



I stepped down from the sandy bank,
Left foot prints into water soaked mud.
Water swirling, river churning
Swept my mark down water’s course
To disappear into sunlight’s glistening passage.

And this I thought; so this is life.
The print was there and it was mine
But with the water’s twist and time
Became the river flowing on… and gone.

And in my rage I stopped to wonder
Was this footprint mine at all.
Or did I always intend
To give it to the river.

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Unread post by Lockie » Sat Dec 17, 2011 5:06 pm

Yes MM...It seems emotions are the fuel that drives a poet's mind :lol:
At the risk of re-posting (I'm not sure if I've put this one up before) I wrote one that deals with that very subject, and perhaps it is timely to post it here again. These are our colorful emotions.


Our Colorful Emotions

Can you see the colors that are rolling in my mind?
The red for when I’m angry,
The blue for when I’m kind.
That yellow one’s forgiveness, it is seldom ever used.
It brings about the redness.
Overshadowing the blue.

And sometimes green’s the color that is roaming in my head.
The green is color envy.
Wanting something else instead.
The purple one is pain of flesh; I’ve seen him many times.
This color seems to rule the rest.
Controlling all their kinds.

Can you see the colors that are rolling in my mind?
If you could you’d see them all
A rainbow you would find.
These colors that I speak of are of everybody’s hue.
The trick is keeping red away
To let the blue shine through.

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by rakesh » Sat Dec 24, 2011 1:00 am

Beautiful thread!

Borgatspook where do u get such beautiful words from which really touch me deep within.

This is how I feel.

Loneliness

I'm sitting here alone,
In this empty room,
Which keeps on getting emptier.
The only light from the street is shining.
And then a loud call for help.
and everything turns black.

I'm sitting here alone
In this small room
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone,
But nothing comes to my head,
I'm alone....

I'm sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker,
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone,
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer,
It's a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street and a lonely one.

Nothing surrounds me,
No sound, no smell, no sight.
Nothing.......

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It's gone and it's left me alone.
Me and my loneliness.

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Unread post by Siobain » Wed Dec 28, 2011 10:07 am

Such talent on this thread, it is such a pleasure to read. Thanks everyone! :clap: :clap: :clap:

I'm not really one who writes poetry, but, an experience I had in Kruger earlier this month, brought these thoughts to mind;

LIFE AND DEATH: A STORY UNFOLDS: (A zebra foal unborn)

I have never seen the light,
nor taken my first breath;
Yet I live with a beating heart,
waiting for life or death.

My day passes in a rhythm,
without surprise or fear;
For the one who gives me life,
is strong, and oh so dear.

My comfort is illusion,
as I am soon to learn the truth;
For night brings on a sign
of pending dread as proof.

Silently they come -
the stalkers of the night;
Proud majestic warriors
that move with stealth and might.

I feel the beating pulse -
so fast I cannot breathe;
The sound of thundering hooves,
We're about to take our leave.

With a thud, we hit the ground
in a cloud of dust and earth;
The majestic kings have won this round-
I shall never see my birth.

I could not have known
of my impending end,
Life to me, a future adventure,
never to defend.

The majestic kings will keep stalking
like warriors through the night;
And the mighty zebra will face death again,
before the dawn's grey light.

Yet life goes on,
as though nought went wrong;
And the golden bird will continue
to sing it's melodious song.
He is rich or poor according to what he is, not according to what he has. ~Henry Ward Beecher

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by wildflowergirl » Mon Jan 09, 2012 9:35 am

The sounds of summer in south africa

On a hot summer's day
on the beautiful african bushveld
the cicada's background noise
make it feel hotter than it really is
and a grey-headed bush shrike plays
hide and seek with you

A red chested cuckoo and the burchell coucal
sing of the rain to come
whilst in the rainstorm the frogs bursts out
in their joyous grateful song
with the rumbling thunder as their beat

just as you light the braaifire
you catch a glimpse of an orange tail
as a paradise flycatcher flies past to his cupful of nest

Somewhere in the not too far away
in their gorgeous turquoise attire
a woodland kingfisher and his friend
is practicing for the Christmas Choir
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Unread post by Wild Dreamer » Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:58 am

I MAY JUST UNDERSTAND
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Never did I have to walk
in the shoes you're walking now
Never did I have to follow
the road that's only brought you sorrow

That road has YOUR name on it
another one has mine
each one unique and powerful
and has to be completely covered over time

Your road is strewn with stones and rocks so sharp
thorns are growing everywhere
no shade from the burning sun, no wells of water
when you have to walk along with your feet bare

Its easy for people to say
you must walk out and away from it all
easy to throw more rocks
that only make you stumble again and fall

when sometimes a brilliant starry night
may seem to you the darkest one so far
and even when faithful friends pop in
they do not see that fresh and painful scar

Lonely, afflicted, tormented
you simply have to carry on
have to walk your road alone
and loneliness is hell on earth, or am I wrong?

In all I've tried to sketch with word to now
I'm trying hard to give you a message here:
YOU ARE NOT ALONE!
and that comes from a heart sincere

I could not write what I have written now
if I did not have to walk a road like you through to the end
but I did triumph finally and I can now
put my hand in yours and be your friend

So please take my hand
because I may just understand...

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by Wild Dreamer » Tue Feb 07, 2012 7:35 pm

Peace
=====
Storms strike swiftly, hard and cruel
wildly casting patterns and routine in disarray
Your soul is thrown in deep despair
as you struggle to ease yourself out of the fray
Outside influences batter on and on
clouds relentlessly build up and gather in
noises, shouts, cries of agony
tear you to pieces from within
and round and round you go
crying out for mercy
while the winds just blow and blow

The storm has long gone passed
when the effects still hold you captive
and your cry for mercy
now becomes a prayer to be set free

Then one morning as you wake
you hear the song of birds
as if for the first time

looking outside makes you catch your breath
for all around is emerald green
the sky is blue
the river shouts for joy
colourful flowers line the path
a bushbuck stares at you from undergrowth
as if for the first time

eagles soar high above
a breeze stirs leaves with gentle whispers
cirrus wisps of cloud drift by
a harmony of life and colour
sound and sight
taste and flavours
enfolds you
as if for the first time

Never was there peace like this
descending on your soul
never was peace so profound
if through the storm you did not go

Never was there peace like this
as if this is the first time

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Unread post by Bibronsgecko » Wed Feb 15, 2012 5:44 am

A place so wild and free
When a drop of water is enough…when a cool breeze does the job of a aircon and a shower under the trees doesn’t bother you ,you know that you are meant for the Kalahari…Every morning the road would be a puzzle with all the animal tracks, if you have the skills you can put the puzzle together, and even if there aren’t any lions to welcome you the birds of prey can be quite amazing-black crested snake eagles high up against the blue sky, with the suns first rays kissing its wings…a pale chanting goshawk sitting in a nearby tree waiting for a little fat rat to come and warm its self in the sun…
When the sun starts to take height a blistering day awaits…from early in the morning until about 10 o’clock the namaqua and burchels sandgrous pay the watering holes a visit, but from 12 o’clock less animals will be spotted in the open, the shade under the camel thorn trees are crowded, and only a few animals walk around…the warm air stir up dust devils, and the birds of prey scan the ground from the skies above…the round sun looks bloated in the heat waves as it starts to go down behind the red dunes…
Sunset….the heat breaks and the wind calms down, the desert is frozen…. the sun winking away over the west dune, and the stirring call of a jackal breaks the silence…
♥life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass-its about learning to danCe in the rain

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Unread post by Dotty » Tue Mar 13, 2012 5:36 pm

I watched a meet from afar
heard of wild dogs on the tar
A game the angels actually won
but it wasn't all that was done

A cause celebre
to stop killing macabre
before a creature dumb
totally sucumbs

To men without conscience or heart
and with the Rhino we have to part
:( :cry: :( :cry: :(
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Unread post by salamanda » Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:04 pm

The Pointed End

Heavy head held low, hidden in the grass;
Horn parting the thickly growing stems ahead
As his long flat lips curl out and grasp the next mouthful;
A cloud passes dragging a dark shadow behind it.

For a moment, he stops feeding and listens.
Shadows can be bad; this time there is no scent
And he curls his muscled lips forward to feed again.
Another heavy cloud moves over him; shadows deep.

He raises his head, stands heavy on straddled legs
And sprays thick squirts of urine stating silent
Boundaries, horn pointing proudly to the shredded sky.
Inky shadows; and the thunder rumbles towards him.

Head lowered he feeds again, his skin massaged
By rods of stinging rain. Muddy runnels trickle from
His tick-infested skin and he stands still and cool;
Dark thunder; he drops as buzz-saws savage trembling air.

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Unread post by wildheart » Mon Mar 26, 2012 2:26 pm

Image

It is with sorrow in my heart when I watch our children,
they think life will stay the same, everything is a game.
Look at the rhino I tell my daughter
but she has no care, thinking she owns tomorrow.

I see the poachers, I watch the slaughter
and I know with sorrow there is no tomorrow.
When she is older and start to question how do you and I explain,
our heritage are stolen, life are taken, tomorrow are left broken.

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I've watched you play, caring for your calf, caring for the mother.
A family united, standing together, not knowing that it wont last forever.

They dont come like thieves in the night, they come in broad daylight
to take from you something of no value.
Mother and calf watch in horror, filled with fear and sorrow.
You pay the price for human greed and ignorance, medical lies and worthless needs.
You feel pain, it is real, but you cannot scream, you cannot cry, you cannot ask why.

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If the killing was swiftly, the torture would not exist
but they only wound you and cut your face till the horn rips.
You feel the pain the torture and you cry with no tears or words.
Left in the bush to bleed to death, days go by, vultures circle but life only slowly slips.

Image
Mother and calf lay close by, every inch of worthless horn
cut from their faces leaving everything torn.
Waiting for death to stop the pain, screaming silently but all in vain.
They will only stop when there is no more, the bushveld left with no rhino spore..

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Unread post by wildflowergirl » Wed Apr 04, 2012 4:07 pm

Healing Pain

Pushed aside like I'm rubbish
I supposedly don't make your high standards
you so subtly tried to show your fake love to us
with money and selfish stories of yourself
but you never knew us for who we are
we were just not good enough

now that you are gone
we are trying to get up out the mud
cleaning ourselves and getting rid of the abscess

forgiving you, didn't take away what you did
and yes it still hurts
but it allows me to freely live
to be myself
to be who I am, Who I was created to be
not who you wanted me to be

it'll take time to heal to hurt
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Unread post by wildflowergirl » Wed Apr 04, 2012 4:12 pm

Meeting Someone Famous

Meeting someone famous can be a nerve-wrecking thing
Especially if it is someone known for killing…….
So one day without an appointment with said Mr. Famous
I came to meet the one known as Africa’s most dangerous

Chilled out and walking in the beautiful African bush
When my sixth sense sensed that something is amiss
eyes peeled and looking even behind like a chameleon, frozen and throbbing pulse
Where and what is this thing which my senses tell me is around

Suddenly out of “nowhere” dashed this very long black reptile
Something; what exactly I do not know; hopefully not me
Invaded his personal space and triggered his irritation level
I was just too grateful to not be in the way of the bite

…. Otherwise I would not be here writing you the story of the Black Mamba
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Re: Creative expressions of pictures and prose

Unread post by wildflowergirl » Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:18 pm

Castles in the sky

I wish you would smack me in the face
or tell me to wake up and smell the coffee laced
I built a castle in the sky
with foundations on clouds so high

Yes, it was a dream
but it in my dream it was as real
as sunkissed beaches smelling of sunscreen
a thought, how it could be, how I feel

Now the castle came tumbling down
My face had to hid more than a frown
when the news broke to me
that the dream is no longer to be

I wish you would smack me in the face
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart

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Unread post by wildflowergirl » Tue Apr 10, 2012 1:19 pm

Love is a strange strange thing


Love is a strange strange thing
I can feel a lot about you
and it be the wrongest deed
and when it be so right
not feel a thing except that
my heart tell me: This is right

Some days I can be in the clouds
and the next want to run away
and yet chose to stay on earth
here with you. Be with you

love is a strange strange thing <3
You might get me out of the bush, but you won't get the bush out of me, it's deep in my heart


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