trumanity

Photo by William Edson, on Freely Photos Two autumns bathed us in the scents of pine nuts twice we watched farmer's pride reach sunward to undreamed heights Hidden were gold beads on tall stalks swaying in wind, washed by rain, So tightly wound in lush green coats they laughed away a hundred insects my way clear, i'm leant forward, arms pulled in, my eyes to the ground Legs carrying me once mor...
Your most enduring and important expression is the life you choose to live in the face of enticement, obstacles and coercion to live it according to the preferences of others. Whatever you value most determines your action and everything you think, feel or do is a choice with related costs or benefits. As a consequence of your choices, your life is either confiscated or set free of the limitations...
Photo by Jean van der Meulen on Pixabay (Free Use) ❦➰➰❦ ❦➰➰❦ ❦➰➰❦ ❦➰➰❦ Re-education and Development Arise youth, sing once more our nations' song Echo with melodious notes of amber dawn's breeze; Approach the time, congregate and recede, Cling tight the cause which woke us, to Mother's soil throng. Quicken the Arms, tuck in close the old page of Jo'anna, Wrest her hopeful lines from the soile...
The free verse i composed last year titled "Deep Mosaic" contained contracted words and short lines that represented the sentiments of two voices working at cross-purposes to one another. Time and events encouraged me to work on separating the two purposes into two poems. Photo by Nick Karvounis on Unsplash Mosaic Memory We were love and walked the trials and test Composed and whole i...
"Thuma Mina!" Incorruptible on swords you shall fall, bury yourselves quietly beneath your bloodied banner. Die with your shoulders to the movement wheel. Led by dancing vipers of gore, slide onward dutiful snails and build a palace Foursquare and Fool, Erect a stone and inscribe names of the dead and the poor.. Photo by nappy from Pexels "I'm ready to be deployed" is the sub-title of unfin...
I'm at odds, on this desolate cold shore How shall I my Self sustain, this far away Immense green sea lapping at my bare feet White cold gales gnawing into a rotting heart.                                    * By a faceless hand a brother's coat appears Adorns a warm weight around my shoulders Stalls a million quivering questions to recede The salty suds returnin fading into the bl...
South of Mozambique, Zimbabwe, Namibia, and Botswana, a nation-state exists today, where the impact of unprincipled political leadership coupled with generations of impoverishment and skill deprivation, has festered into a regime so riddled with nepotism, patronage and corruption, that the nation can now barely afford the legal costs to whitewash the scandals away with commission after commission....
I am happy to be on this platform. I look forward to forming new friendships and learning new perspectives and ideas here. I am an African, born in Durban in the province of kwazulu (Azania) living near Seoul in South Korea. I wrote this poem earlier this year and posted it on my steemit blog. The poem falls into a collection called "Morning Walks". It describes boyhood experiences on a farm in ...