South africa Poems
Bat Song
by Ghairo Daniels
BAT SONG
(This Song was written in 2009 for a dramatised Rap Music & Dance Group in Rural South Africa. They wanted an amusing song with a message incorporating an unusual rural image. It unfortunately was not performed on stage, but the young teenage group had great fun practicing the drama-song.)
[TWO CHORUSES]
She tried to fly
was too blind
Up she went, fell, fell
flapping webbed wings
......
Now That
by Ghairo Daniels
NOW THAT
Now that the struggle exists
in commemoration meetings in museums
Now that soldiers can play with their dogs
Now that our heroes sing hymns in heavens
Now my love is even !
As the aspiring write story or song
or mothers play ping-pong too long
......
haiku : hiku 3 : protea1
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : protea
national flower
hoary pinky Proteus
sticky finger
hiku
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Landscape
by Stuart Payne
Find me a place where stories have grown old,
and wound about the lands where they were told
in other times so that they seem as one
with all that lies beneath a foreign sun,
like vines that grow on warm and weathered stones
or veins that stretch about their living bones.
Or lie to me and say this is that place
and in that story you and I will trace
the past that never was, so that this seems
......
haiku : hiku 3 : protea1
by Ghairo Daniels
haiku : protea
national flower
hoary pinky Proteus
sticky finger
hiku
————————
......
Bat Song
by Ghairo Daniels
BAT SONG
(This Song was written in 2009 for a dramatised Rap Music & Dance Group in Rural South Africa. They wanted an amusing song with a message incorporating an unusual rural image. It unfortunately was not performed on stage, but the young teenage group had great fun practicing the drama-song.)
[TWO CHORUSES]
She tried to fly
was too blind
Up she went, fell, fell
flapping webbed wings
......
Now That
by Ghairo Daniels
NOW THAT
Now that the struggle exists
in commemoration meetings in museums
Now that soldiers can play with their dogs
Now that our heroes sing hymns in heavens
Now my love is even !
As the aspiring write story or song
or mothers play ping-pong too long
......
Landscape
by Stuart Payne
Find me a place where stories have grown old,
and wound about the lands where they were told
in other times so that they seem as one
with all that lies beneath a foreign sun,
like vines that grow on warm and weathered stones
or veins that stretch about their living bones.
Or lie to me and say this is that place
and in that story you and I will trace
the past that never was, so that this seems
......
