Gryg7

Tables
01/17/01

Gentle moments harshly boomeranging
Exalting from depths of detached past
Her countenance gracefully sparkling
Embracing eyes that lovely spells did cast
Charms seasoning twice with mutual craving
Persuading both that love will surely last
Rendering two almost-children braving
Storms, drifting apart, without mast

Cast your eyes now also magic, my dear,
Devouring like she did, so many years ago?
Sparkle your face now also, bright, clear
Mesmerising as your charm gently flow?
Someday, maybe, we might pass, so near
Old man and daughter, both never to know

© 2001 Garry Grant

Depleted Blessings
01/17/01

A few rand in the bank... and a few cents in the hand. Not really a blessing, one would think. Until one consider the fact that it raises one into the top 8% of earth's population, high above the other 92% that has neither account nor wallet, much less something in it! This fact gave birth to this piece.

Unenlightened selfishness blissfully blind to stranger’s plight Ignorance shrouding good fortune transposing it too inadequate Leaving most of few so blessed cursed merely in a novel way

Dark Ramblings
01/26/01

Her dark ramblings crying
Begging out in ignored vain
Screaming her helplessness
Drowning in life’s acid rain

Her dark ramblings begging
Crying out her screaming pain
Touching this reading heart
Compassion born amidst insane

Woven Expressions
01/30/01
Deep down, this embryo dream
Growing rapidly within this Spirit
Benevolent cancer expanding
Pushing sensitively forward

Dream of unleashed contact
Woven expressions reaching
Touching hearts, minds, lives
Lifting mountain-high, freeing

Dream of enchantment set free
Never to boost its raconteur
Instead lifting only the story
Into a future so far from here

Awakening
01/30/01

Paradigms set fast
Concreted by tradition
Super-glued by Reliables
Rendering helpless
Often truth less
Fabrications
Fears
Lies

God!

How to shift them?
What to jackhammer?
Who to rip and unglue?
Where find the strength?
Hunt stark facts?
Unveil?
Hope
Truths!

Golden Silence
01/30/01

oceans of gold overflowing
splattering into empty lives
birthing awkward moments
more often than not

golden rain cascades dropping
sifting down onto couples
rendering ill at ease
more often than not

yet at times so refreshing
silence, a golden friend
a breath of hope to me
more often than not

Hammer's Fall
02/01/01

Hammer’s fall
(Glimpses of South Africa)

In the land of the valley
Covered by a thousand hills
Death hammered down suddenly
Under cover of dark night’s chills

Crimsoned teacher caught
His life torn by teenage hands
Brutal, a final lesson taught
Delivered by lethal demands

Dark night torn
Racing blast
Leaving forlorn
A teaching past

Now children merely killing time
Waiting for the judge’s final call
Maybe justice this time sublime
Again decided by a hammer’s fall!

Road Rage
02/02/01

Road Rage
(Glimpses of South Africa)

Red faces screaming soundlessly
Fingers bobbing behind racing glass
Vicious snarls aimed effortlessly
While screeching down snaking pass

Explosions of hooted aggression
Pushing behind, beside, then past
Delivered with deliberate passion
By actors from a horror movie cast

So much hatred from so many
Self-righteously breaking all rules
While blaming loudly, all and any
Of the retarded law-abiding fools

Who am I
02/02/01

For many long years, companions
Related from our very first cry
Merged into a single beings
Till the day that I will die

For many long years, strangers
Occupying this single domain
Yet never truly meeting
Even if sharing our name

We see each other, everyday
Thinking the very same thought
Silent staring at mirrored selfs
Wondering both
Whoami?

Mosadi
02/04/05
(Glimpses of South Africa)

Black-tanned roof, dry grass
Shivering in Africa’s rising heat
As powerless thatched shadow falls
Stifling across the old woman’s feet

Toothless smiles singing softly
In rhythm with her pounding heart
Smashing and stamping furiously
Until golden corn fractures apart

Songs of children, born and gone
Hordes of cattle that once did roam
Sweet sounds of a man, second to none
That head also gone like beer’s gentle foam

Cruel Words
02/07/01

Shrill smoke alarm in this mind,
triggered by that flaming tongue,
screaming words cruel, unkind,
in lyrics not long enough unsung;

Yet, inside this trembling heart, frozen by that glaring fury, refusing to budge, to depart, knowledge of a different story.

Ablaze 02/10/01 I would like to dedicate this to those not as lucky as I. The fire came and passed within a few metres. but touched not my home. Sixteen homes succumbed to the heat. My thoughts and sympathies are with those that have lost so much, so quickly. Ablaze (Gordon’s Bay, Thursday 8th February 2001) Storm-filled sails of smouldering smoke billowing down our parched mountain’s side Hell stained, glowing pitch within chilli red descending, swift as startled deer in flight Smoke-stained tears in backward glance last sorrowful farewell to memories burning Racing away, leaving ashen tongues to dance licking arrogantly, sparks on the wing, blazing Blinding rotations of red, screaming out loud not quite drowned by spewing water’s roar Men in sweat, fighting flames, bout for bout forced to retreat as red fiends again soar Dozen and four skeletons, flattened black yesterday still more home than house Rendered into silence, in a whip’s crack Scorched by Nature’s flaming blows

Compressed Words 02/14/01 so many thoughts unspoken rendered damaged by time remaining deeply trapped inside this heart of mine still-born for years I want to speak aloud to release these caged words telling you all things yet unheard but, I fear, with not enough time now, listen to them all apology and sorry gentle words and dreams whispers and groans tenderness and care all compressed into one “I really do love you” and always will © 2001 Garry Grant

Alive 02/19/01 God! tangibly feeling it this clammed-up locking; thoughts, feelings, words straight-jacket trapped by raw-ripped emotions! God! beyond doubt hating it this ambiguity growing; from strength to strength to vigour! God! heartily desiring it my misplaced ability to unlock; this heart, mind, mouth whole self again! God! I really need to feel, alive, again; to breath, smiling, again; to smell, free, once! © 2001 Garry Grant

Old Man Rainbow 02/27/01 So shy, this Old Man Rainbow curved over drizzled earth below; Displaying all his different shades like brightly neon painted blades. Red, Orange, Yellow, Green most spectacular ever seen; Blue, Purple and deepest Indigo as if from fountain pen it did flow. But White, Black and Brown nowhere found in this coloured crown; Why then this “Rainbow Nation”, quietly wondering, staring at Old Man Rainbow, while silently pondering. © 2001 Garry Grant

Captivated 04/05/01 Captivating eyes Brownmailing me to shop Daily, hoping, wishing Perhaps, will they smile, today? Palest tint of Sahara dust So light, crispy brown Heart-fondling so deep Maybe, will they smile, today? Portals of your soul Thieves of breath Stealers of heart Will they then never smile hello? © 2001 Gryg

Invasion 04/10/01 Midget locusts striking deep Invading now-empty cupboards Raiding once-stocked fridge Rip-tearing into crumbed cookie jars Minuscule Hell’s Angels careening Popping wheelies onto my raw nerves Kicking and blaring little kamikazes Polluting silence, slumber and midnight sleep Discarded wrappings of stolen eggs Easter not even yet truly born Yellowish white spit-outs littering Lamenting silently throughout my home What hell we create effortlessly Opening home to such What joy we taste Saying fare thee well What a pity! What a pit! Dug slowly Deeper and deeper What a pity! What a shame! Kids raised beltless Borderless Shameless Clueless © 2001 Gryg

Flow Motion 04/10/01 icy lava spewing drip dripping up flash filling softly stalagmight of night pulsating quite quiet smash pumping groan emptiness filled emptied darting swallow in plight flow motion slowed blown apart © 2001 Gryg

Sheriff of Nothingham 04/11/01 Stark the red, dripping wet Flowing from midnight brown Forced unwilling, squeezed Pressured from earth’s crown Wry smile on unloved face Grinning in crinkled glee While demanding overheads From an empty little me © 2001 Gryg

Solitary Sadness 04/15/01 Warm smell of burning coals Wisping into laughter filled lounge Mingling with loud laduma cries As lazy Sunday sun lounges This is no place for sadness Joy and peace drifting all around There should be no tears Nor any voids or emptiness Somehow they crept in, though Hitching a ride on sunny rays Missing everybody else Finding resting place With me only Time to stir the pot Vain attempt to hide Failing miserably to smile While inside missing you Tasting solitary sadness © 2001 Gryg

Olga 04/15/01 I walk without thought of you Living days and early nights Never seeing your face Feeling your presence Never hungry for you In this world of forced reality Yet, I often wake with you in my arms Your petite ness cuddled Still hearing your breath Feeling your hunger So deep inside Never content Conscious versus the sub Each pulling and tugging Different routes, it seems Black and white, it seems With me stuck in the middle Caught between night and day Oh, I wish I could sleep Forever Dreaming Forever © 2001 Gryg

Whenever 04/18/01 Whenever squeezes tighten Monkey-wrenching at this heart Whenever fears threaten Freefalling into this life Whenever thorns bully Power-pricking this spirit There you are Whispering life Prophesying relief Promising new hope Your light driving darkness From our mind, our heart, our soul

Tired 04/19/01 How dreadfully drained 1 must be 2 accomplish a summit where 1 feel just 2 drained 2 even feel drained Dreadfully how drained must 1 be a summit 2 accomplish where 1 2 just feel 2 drained feel even drained goenite… © 2001 Gryg

Faceless Friends 04/20/01 Phantoms in life’s swirling mist Speaking gently with bit and byte Faceless as they drift, in and out Leaving tracks with bold new stride Friends, travellers, strangers all Touching with ink-stained fingers Voicing dreams, hopes, fears Like muted cabaret singers Some in strange tongues Often difficult to translate Some with foreign accents Forcing one to contemplate Wyld and creative honesty Bubbling Smiles, definitely Wisdom from Owl and friends From Orion’s belt to eternity Cat playing in desert sandbox Complimenting works galore And the Rule Book Jack-in-a-Box Always popping a double wow or more Faceless friends, strangers in the street Each leaving impressions Lasting indentations Here, where they ever so often do meet © 2001 Gryg

Gender Foncusion 04/23/01 More often than knot Oh, this Eye does For some reason Knot knowing why (sigh) Knot knowing how (sigh) Just that Eye does it Eye looks @ his name Knot never even knowing This He’s always had a dohickey And never not once a slurpie thingie More often than knot This Eye does For some reason Knot knowing why (sigh) Knot knowing how (sigh) Eye just guess his (oops, her) hole gender miss! © 2001 Gryg

Slimkop 05/02/01 Jou naam tower valse beeldjies van gevlegde stringe deurmekaar, slap lyfie en rooi geverfde lippies en dowwe dolla oë wat blind rondstaar. Bruin smeersels, jou hele rokkie vol [wil sommer ‘n man laat huil] net hier (en daar!) ‘n skooner kol half verskuild tussen ashoop vuil Wat is in ‘n naam, vra ou Willem en nou wonder ek maar ook, met rede Hierdie Lappop is dan moerse slim en redeneer dat die biesies ruk en bewe!

How difficult to translate certain thoughts, sayings, etc! But for the sake of certain (follow mine eyes!) ppl on here, here we go *grin*

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Your name conjures false images
of braided strings in a ‘orrible mess
softest body and red painted lips
and dull doll’s eyes staring blindly.

Brown splotches, all over your dress
[forcing a tear to the eye]
with here (and there!) a cleaner spot
Semi hidden in dumpyard’s dirt

What is in a name, said old William
and now I have to wonder too, with reason
‘cause this Ragdoll is flippin’ clever
and can debate until reeds start to shiver

Silent Anguish

05/03/01 To believe while filled with unbelief tasting emptiness in being filled; To touch a void, in utter grief, of felt words never spilled. Words bundled and bleached yellowed by time and age; Words kept safe, antiqued on a life’s cellared page. Words like maggots white withered by lack of sun; Behind bars of solid pride unspoken, unused, undone. Words, feelings, dreams all suffering deep within; While silent anguish screams hushed, muted, never seen.

Foot 05/09/01 “Foot long”, now that speaks for itself as does “footing the bill” “Foot notes”, below a page’s ankle is even clearer still “Foot-in-mouth”, now that is a disease [although cows have neither foot nor sock] Yet, one “foot” be beyond my understanding Why do we scream “Foot sack!” at a snarling dog? © 2001 Gryg

silwer spore 05/09/01 Silwer spore van wintersnag lê, stil soos diamant druppeltjies, nes trane te gevries om hul sê te kan sê, stil selfs in son se louwarm haarmane En diep binne, in stille donker blink druppels hartseer soos winter-dou toegeplak, nes die seer van strooijonker wat kyk hoe sy bruid in beste vriend vertrou Silwer spore van hartseer lê, stil soos diamant druppeltjies, my koue trane te gevries om “help” te sê, morsdoodstil en verskuild van somer-son se warmste strale Translation by Gryg Silver footprints of winter-night lying, silent like diamond droplets, so much like tears too frozen to make a sound, silent even in sun's lukewarm mane And deep within, in silent dark shiny drops of heartache like winter's dew hidden, much like the hurt of a best-man watching his bride as she accepts best friend's trust Silver footprints of heartache lies, silent like diamond droplets, my cold tears too frozen to scream “help”, deadlysilent and hidden from summer-sun's warmest rays

Lesser Curse 05/11/01 behind closed mouth lies more than empty hollowness; behind frozen silence hides legions of muffled fearfulness. speech in rattling chains of certain knowledge; words behind constraints tottering on lip’s trembling edge. silence, the lesser curse lip-locking away unspoken fears; silence, curse repelling nurse in the wake of suffered years. someday soon, shattered silence glitterbursting into fruitful life spewing undisbeliefing defence in a treacle of jealousy and strife. © 2001 Gryg

a`cross`tick 05/16/01 Tender ambience filling soothingly Humbugging amongst countless posts Excavating into trickling sands of time Wonderful moments ensnared, ambushed Rivetted down into burgeoning archive Integrated into gracious family, nestled pages Teeming with wisdom, passions, tears and smiles Each and every one heart-pumpingly alive Stories bubbling forth, driven by dreams Touching hearts, minds, even nerves Uplifting in simplistic wonder, with ease Forging new thoughts, dreams, lives From row upon row of marching prose

4gods0loved 05/17/01 F rozen darkness suddenly alive O beying the voice of the Master R earranging self into brilliant life G host breath hovering, touching O pening the gates of life, breathing D eviding oceans, gently stirring S un smiling down from baby skies O bserving contractions with newborn eyes L oving hands, dirtied with earth’s dust O pening a portal of love, in trust V ented hunger for companionship E ntering that very first temple D irt ballooning, sweetest breath in its crust T ree, flourishing with forbidden fruit H ands of second half, plucking E ating bitter seeds of evil, not good W ords, once again, giving birth O rdering a new hope, immediately R eleasing the power of the word L ife giving, fresh, full of promise D efeating enemy with a single stroke T hief, destroyer, father of every lie H appily convinced of own sick logic A ll that is needed, surely, is T he child prophesied must simply die H undreds of innocent sons, far and near E xecuted in as many years, in apprehensive fear G uardians of evil, always watching A lways alert for signs of hope V isiting first-born sons, searching E victing every maybe, trying to cope H is birth came, as was guaranteed I n the midst of flock and straw S afely hidden from soldier’s searching feet O n a day, one score and ten years later N ew wine announced his time as come L ove descended, on wings of a dove Y ielding truth with rumbling of heavenly drum B old teachings, spoken on mountain’s side E merging truths, revealed by son of man G arden, where in apprehension he cried O pen wounds, thorned skin, a ripped-open can T ears below crossed feet dripping T orn wrists nailed onto rough splinters E vil lips grimacing, gleeful, smiling N o more promises, hope nailed to cinders S pirit reaching down, into darkest pit O vercoming darkest cling, setting free N ow hope at His right side does sit

hijacked emotions 05/18/01 This terrible lack of words, absent feelings, hijacked emotions, even life itself! Gone, driven by brutal breeze, sucked from deepest marrow, leaving empty bones, even empty life! Hunger is here, pulsating, searching wildly for sustenance, screaming in frustration, wanting to be alive! But emptiness screams louder, overpowering hunger effortlessly, no food in the pantry, no emotions, not really alive! © 2001 Gryg

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