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Let the mermaids in my teacup distract us for a while

Haiku – Broken Promises

Scarlet confessions,

Tidal truths crashing down on

His reality. 

The Roaring Poet 

His messages are boldly written

With blunt honesty, raw, but true

He protests against the damage done

Tales of the wronged, the violated, me, you

Calling out to the abandoned and alone

Uniting the invisible and too often unheard

He joins their inner war, draws his microphone

And voices their struggle, screaming it word for word

He withstands ignorance and falling often on deaf ears

His sound branded violent, aggressive, satanic, lewd

Standing strong, he repeats their message, sees them rise against the leers

A misjudged warrior for the chaotic liberation of the subdued.

Stormy Afternoon

She thought of these moments as solemn secrets kept by the raging storm, its howling winds perfectly disguising the cocoon she was hidden safely within.

The warm peace in the room heavily contrasted by the landscape at war with itself just outside the window. Two worlds existing in the same moment. The one out there, the one in here.

“So much like life…” she mused to herself, getting up to refill her cup, “only that usually works the other way around.”

She gave a rhythmic twirl to the sound of her favourite song, causing a disruption of music and candlelight around her, the tiny spaces between filling with her laughter.

This was the safest she felt to be herself, alone with her own thoughts which all seemed to drift into comforting perspective now. Her mind was never quite this clear, her spirit never quite this at ease.

 

Haiku – Captured Moment

Streaks of golden life

Whispering down through the leaves

Kissing her soft skin 

Haiku – Passion

He filled my doorway

Throwing back the sheets, I grinned

And let the storm in

Enduring the Marathon…. For The Rest Of Us 

The Two Oceans Marathon. One of Cape Town’s biggest events of the year. Every Easter weekend (the Saturday), thousands of runners, shitload kilometres… And a real pain in the tit if you live anywhere along the carefully plotted course that runs down the main road of a series of residential areas and assumed you would be sleeping til sunrise on your long weekend. Like me. 

And just in case you aren’t sure what time to expect the stampede, fear not! As they have enormous speakers blaring music thoughtfully situated along the sidewalks to announce the arrival… The ETA in my neighbourhood being around 5.30am (I mentioned that its the Saturday, right?). 

So! With no escape from it and no chance of getting to bed til they are gone, I have put together a list of time fillers – guaranteeing you will enjoy the marathon as much as the thousands of bouncing jelly beans flattening your front lawn. All you will need is two trusty amigos, a bottle of shots and a little imagination!

Ready? Set. Goooo get coffee mugs to disguise the shots. Trust me. 

THE 10m MUFASA RELAY – after some responsible warm up exercises and a positive tequila gameface inducer, see who can run across the street, touch the lamppost and run back the fastest. This will require good timing and a fearless approach, in style of Mufasa in The Lion King. Beware though! These wildebeest slap hard.

RUNNING SUMO SELFIES — whip out those old sumo suits you KNEW you would use again someday, put them on, do tequila and set off!! The one who gets the least blurry running selfie wins! Again.. Beware the photobombing slappyslap.

SURPRISE FLASH MOB – thousands of people in the same place, you know this has to happen AND they brought their own boom box! Finish bottle, spread out and get that crowd dancing! Extreme slapping expected, use it in your choreography for extra points, champ! Feel free to keep the sumo outfits  on for protection. 

COLLECT THE NUMBERS – use your best spy skills for this daring challenge. See who can collect the most number IDs off the runners’ vests before expected arrival at secret rendezvous point. 

See? When it comes to sporting events, you can’t help but feel inspired to participate. Dont be shy, get out there and go for gold. Olmeca Gold. Silver works too. You are all winners. 

Remembering 

A hand steers the clouds across the sky

Like shapeless cars on invisible tracks

Not one of them notice as they giggle on by

Flicking their silk locks across their tanned backs

They ignore the tiny painted warrior fleet

Hidden on the backs of pesky birds at their feet

I have to look down to hide my secret smile 

As I marvel at this unseen magic’s addictive charm

And allow the mermaids in my teacup to bewitch me for a while

Watching the breeze rustle the illustrated leaves on my arm

The fairies spy from their cloaks of flapping butterfly wings

On these curiously unaware high heeled glossy creatures

Who sacrificed seeing the magic in seemingly ordinary things

To parade false beauty on their empty porcelain features. 

The Starry Trail Ensues

Sailing over endless depths of ebbing velvetine poetry 

Glittery choruses of lights sparkling life across the skies

Returned with crystal grace from the dancing calm of the ocean 

Whispering enchantment onto all their light protects

Lending guidance to this adventure

I surrender all control,

For the liberation of this soul,

The pursuit of starlight carries me away

Dancing Lights

Being

In love with you

Is the most beautiful music

That has ever 

Filled my soul

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