Monthly Archives: March 2018

WOEDE

Wanneer my bloed begin kook
hou ek nie my smoel
my hare rys
soos die vere van ‘n vlugtende patrys.

Ek braak haat
my hart is klip
los my uit
ek sal sommer byt.

Juis daarvoor
lees ek nie koerant
nuus is uit
want hulle sal my moet toesluit.

Dit skeel my veel
wat jy nou van my dink.

Theo Goddefroy

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The Lover and his Love

The Lover and his Love.

Your smell of far-off places
forgotten memories
envelope my senses.
How can I let you go?
Your azure-blue skin
with freckles white
when you are calm
ozone-rich and wild
when you are not.
You are my life
the cradle of my soul.
On you I want to sail
to experience
those far-off places
and reopen those forgotten memories
like a lover
his love.

© Gois

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Your Devious Mind

YOUR DEVIOUS MIND.

Oh JM
you may have stopped swinging by your tail
but evolution then left you there.
HZ caught you out.
Hate-speech you cried to the Sparrow
now let’s see how HRO twists your ear
adverts
truck-sides
and your speeches
all proclaim
your devious mind.

© Gois

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The Powe-hungry

POWER-HUNGRY

Oh, the power-hungry soul
so twisted
hate-filled
angry.

Sweeping reason asunder
sprouting lies
spreading hatred
to achieve his goal.

Beware oh mortal man
the serpent you release
will turn and bite
your unprotected hand.

Clear your head
let’s live in peace.

© Gois

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IF

IF

A short word
for “I wish”
if…
or if…
sometimes positive
sometimes negative
sometimes wistful
or full of remorse.
If…
or if…
Therefore…
I don’t believe in IF anymore.

© Gois

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Dance of the Hunt

I love to look at people
imagine their lives,
as I looked at the wrinkled face
I was transported to a dry arid place.

A small man in a loincloth
sat on his heels
staring into the smoke of a smouldering fire.

I became him
or he me.

I looked up at the azure blue canvas of the sky
empty
but for a faint smattering of white in the Eastern corner.
I then looked at the canvas of the land,
wasted and dead,
here and there a gnarled dry tree.
I sighed and looked into the smoke of the smouldering fire.
Shapes formed
an Oryx stood and looked East
an Elephant slowly flapped his ears
looking East.

Painfully I stood up and moved into the cave
took the coloured clay
using my finger and a porcupine quill
I made my mark on the painted canvas of the writing wall.
Soon a new archivist will take my place.
The story told to me by the gossiping wind last night was true, I could feel the moisture on her breath.
I moved back to the fire
closed my eyes and began to dream.
The sky-canvas was full of dark clouds
heavy like a pregnant Oryx
large drops of rain fell on the parched land
like the birthing fluid of the Elephant.
In a few days the land will be green.

Tomorrow the playful dust-devils will come and play with the ashes of today’s fire
lifting it high with my soul.
I shall be dancing with my forefathers
The Dance of the Hunt.

© Gois

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The Spectre

They came out of nowhere
not bound
mercurial spectres,
background flashing red
ever increasing sound.
A prick
a needle
floating on a cloud.
Movement
rhythmic hissing
incessant beeping
excruciating pain
a prick
a needle
floating
up…
up…
UP…
Darkness…
BLANK.

© Gois

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The Question

The question was flung out to the students
“What came first – the chicken or the egg?”
panic erupted as this is an unanswerable question.
Rather give us a question on
the expanding universe…
Pi…
Particle excelerator…
or Nanotechnology…
Those we can try to answer.



But…

A circle has no beginning
or end.

© Gois

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A Night in the Veldt

A Night in the Veld.

The darkness is interrupted
by darker flitterings
chasing the bloodsuckers.
At the edge of the firelight
red, green and yellow,
blink in the dark surround.
The loud roar of lion
interspersed by yapping
insane giggles and howls.
In the morrow
maggots, vultures and others
will render their cleaning services.

© Gois

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Forest Magic

The Forest.

Leaves that whisper
the freedom of space
waveing arms of trees
beckoning a welcome
to the weary soul
the forest
a place of rest .

Step into the wondrous world of dimness
find a seat on a velvety-green moss covered log
and relax
close your eyes
inhale the extra oxygen provided by the trees
release your tension
and enjoy the calm and peace
that flows through you.
Now open your eyes
more rested
look at the ever changing canvas
the dappled sunlight creates on the rustic forest floor
mark this spot for tonight’s relaxing visit.

T’s okay
it is safe
just you
and the forests healing calm.
Enter now
look for the glimmering-silver faerie circle of moonlight
lie down on the soft leave-bed and listen to the peaceful breathing of the forest
a faraway owl hoots softly
tree frogs whistle and chirp among the ferns
listen to the giggle of small rivulets of water dripping
calm and healing enter your tired body and tortured soul
The magic of the forest.

© Gois

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