Bravo

Bravo, did ye hear those noiseThey are very loudBravo, a raven is singing, very awfulHow could the raven lets other ravens fight for their songsBut bravo, have ye seen how one bird sings A dove is sweet, lovely, and easy to singHow yet thou not hear them wellBravo, they are a misled, lead themBut haveContinue reading “Bravo”

Take a shoot (SASL poem)

Translation from South African Sign Language (SASL) into English Magic is spellingI can see my two handsIt turns into a ballThe ball is reaching toward meSuddenly it puts on my earsBeep, beep, beepI look around in suspectI put down my earphonesThe ground is shaking Magic is spellingI can see my two handsMy two hands areContinue reading “Take a shoot (SASL poem)”

Is that what you are

The sky has been knownWhat is it ye that knows the sky?Man, your world used to call it, heavenWhat is it, the sky has been known?Have been knownAre thou with the riddle?Have been knownNot me, but it seems that you knowHave been knownTo whomEveryoneSuch the whichThe universeA galaxy or milk wayHave been knownUnlimited, limitless, infiniteHaveContinue reading “Is that what you are”

The transformation of speed (SASL poem)

Translation from South African Sign Language (SASL) into English My head is very motivated, And my chest is feeling very inspired, The vibration releases  Delightfully I look at my hands And I hold it towards my chest It becomes a butterfly Strangely The butterfly becomes a bird From the bird’s beak to an eagle’s   TheContinue reading “The transformation of speed (SASL poem)”

Please the way to our

Thee tell me how thou become thy ruleBut please the way to our Holy Creator Your Creator is not my CreatorNor my Creator is your CreatorBut the Holy Creator is ourI tell you not of His Name Please take a look at the worldLook at them, and look at everythingWhy do they defy to uniteContinue reading “Please the way to our”

Who said that you can decide, what is poetry?

Who said that you can decide, what is poetry? If you think my words are weak because they areNot poems, as thou think so but I shall remind theeThat ye have no respect, for those who tell their love onesThat their poems art what they saidAccept if one’s poetry is different from you, alas, thou cannotSayContinue reading “Who said that you can decide, what is poetry?”

His dream told him of it, and he wrote it

Victory, Victory, have ye seen a dream from a man’s sleeping?He dreamed of thou yet he was not aware that you are himHave ye seen his dream, Victory, have ye, or have ye not?He could not remember his dream, a dream of VictorySurely it was strange hence have ye seen it? Victory, Victory, have yeContinue reading “His dream told him of it, and he wrote it”