A Tribute to Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu. ( Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu (10 July 1956 – 6 April 1979) was a South African operative of the African National Congress (ANC) military wing, Umkhonto we Sizwe (MK). He was convicted of murder by the brutal Apartheid regime. He was executed by hanging in 1979 ) You were the tip of the spear, the […]
via A Tribute to Solomon Kalushi Mahlangu — Scribbled Verse
It’s a bit of extra protein we give free with all our meals
What makes you think it’s doing something?It might just be “being”
If you don’t like that particular fly we have 100 more in the kitchen.
It’s not your soup.You’ve not paid the bill yet.
Shall I get a female one so they can mate?
It doesn’t look like it could compete in the Olympics.
Why ,sir, you ask a lot of questions.Have you ever thought of writing for the newspapers?
Don’t worry.It’s free.
I love to kiss your honey skin at night
When we ‘ve finished strugggling for the day
When we pull the cord, turn off our light
I like caressing your dear skin at night
Although deprived of seeing your eyes bright
And guessing what it is you want to say
I am always grateful for this homely sight
Of ancient skin and hair that’s white not grey
I like to kiss your body with delight
We have loved much in our own sweet play.
Your loving eye by which my heart is touched
As my eye meets yours on a red bus
Gives my morning happiness so rich
The sun caresses with a mother’s fuss
As I walk, the land seems full of grace.
The waitress shows me kindness with intent
I watch the cultural mixtures and embrace
The crowds of strangers and the feelings sent
The sun so low makes patterns on the ground
Dazzles both my eyes and inner mind
A single pigeon walks but makes no sound
I wish the sparrows well but see no kind
Happiness comes best from small events
If our eyes are open and our sense.
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I was the shadow of the waxwing slain
(Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire)
A splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning
(William Carlos Williams, Landscape with the Fall of Icarus)
Jenny, your mind commands
kingdoms of black and white
(Lisel Mueller, Reading the Brothers Grimm to Jenny)
I’ve always been able to remember certain lines of poetry — words that, once read, imprinted themselves onto my brain without my even trying to remember them. And beyond that, poems that have literally made me shiver, or cry, or tingle, or sob, or reach for my favorite teddy bear to help contain the feelings. (I’m looking at you, Kenneth Koch).
For anyone out there like me, we can rest assured that science has our back. A recent study by a quintet of German and Norwegian researchers, published in the journal Social Cognitive and Affective Neuroscience, makes the claim that poetry, when we hear it read aloud, elicits emotional, physical, and neurological responses not too dissimilar from those produced by music. Said another way, poetry can make the hair rise on the back of your neck, and now we can prove it.
How my heart sings 