I am a meta-therapist, implementing my own approach, called ENDOPATHY. Danté said one cannot paint a flower without becoming it. In much the same way I feel one cannot give social commentary without being part of society. Poetry is an important way to heal society.
I love to go to art festivals ... The photo was taken at the Sedgefield Arts and Crafts exhibition, where I met Victoria, a French girl. I am the one with the extravagant green eye shadow and the hat LOL ... I love to dress up and of course I love to meet new people.
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Oh, you seagulls in distress
moaning shades of manmade flames -
Who was waiting here before me?
Waiting for the call -
for my pleasure
and in my purpose -
If Immortality
should close its wings -
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your soul was lingering
at the tip of his brush -
I entered here
under my own flag -
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today
i was once again -
Jesus wept ... yes He did. Perhaps I must tell you a true story, Mushika:
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i'll love to teach you a good ol' trick
so come on Baddie, try killin' me quick -
two flowers apart
rose and hibiscus -
Namibian Dream
sands of scull -
my feelings awakened to visible music
step-dance the starlight -
My new Selection of Poetry to come ... :)
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i am Wind
he says -
it was magnus
that took away the sam brown -
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you are a master of cables
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funny how dreams may tease
long after the mind had released -
Today I saw a man
gray in his loss -
Myra interviewed by *Deborah Russell*682 lines, 5 comments, on May 13 10:50 PM 2004. In Personal
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Gliding in and out of dreams,
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I saw it at the MET today23 lines, 17 comments, on May 23 10:53 PM 2004. In Weird
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LIMERICK
there once was a preacher poet -
nothing left
but a padlock -
recycled within memory -
tonight
I will sleep in the arms of peace -
Miskien het jy aan my gedink;
miskien my naam in kleur ge-ink. -
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not you casanova
but the arrogance of your score-card -
Rich in a Poor World
just another Weaver of silence -
(i) Eyes and Lies
oh yes113 lines, 8 comments, on Nov 13 10:31 AM 2004. In Collaboration -
brudder now check me I'm wearing dis coat I got da knife against ya throat
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internal beauty
softness encircled by steel3 lines, 22 comments, on May 3 10:23 PM 2005. In Society
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naglopers
voetwerkers23 lines, 7 comments, on Jun 3 10:55 AM 2005. In Society, Contemporary -
Who spoke wisdom's final words:
the small child with the ancient mind; -
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being brave
has nothing to do -
I give to you my ears, my eyes:
come fill me with your life -
How will she write
without Love? -
and always there is night in days:
night in many ways -
sometimes
sleep -
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why was the beggar's name byron?
when mourning gripped me -
there is a path for a dancing pair
right up a stairway high up in the air -
there is a another way
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i send you a picture of my hand
to let you know I am more than name -
I cannot join with you
Allen -
walking out of heaven -
it is a virtue to say no
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somewhere on the streets of London
you may roam today -
gone is the sun
the soft antelope -
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-- a slow dance for mature dancers! ;) --
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If Love should leave, do not let it go,
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From Eire a lyre resounds with song,
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Mythological mystical
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Translation of a song by Pervirtuous.
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I love to work with you.
Your poetry, encompassing all the subtle shades, asks the reader to colour it with his own hue ... -
do you see my humble work, pray tell?
\be proud: you do your work so well\ -
trees have eyes and frowns and mouths20 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 15 9:15 AM 2006. In Fantasy
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*W*hatever hardship may appear, heart's -
Struggling at expressing the English tongue,
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we carry our hidden dreams
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paper rainbows torn to tatters
paper rainbows soaked in tears - Sadly there is nothing as jealous as a jealous and arrogant poet! I know the academic world, after being exposed to it most of my life, and I can say that eve
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Wondering about your place in the Universe? Feeling worthless and insignificant? Let me tell you a wonderful secret that works for me:
I go into seclusion o - KREATIV is an initiative founded to promote creativity on all levels of society.
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cutting leads to be cut by friends
and may cut no ice in the end24 lines, 12 comments, on Jan 31 1:19 AM 2007 -
35 lines, 12 comments, on Jan 31 8:16 AM 2007
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One day Fear came to me,
asking: -
when spirituality
becomes entwined with everyday -
Oh Great Chief, Hear now the Voice of your Nation
Oh great chief, our nation is so wondrous in its splendour:46 lines, 24 comments, on Feb 20 4:37 PM 2007
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no chains to tie soul's crystal bells
no handcuffs for love's hope -
just another day
of historical hysteria -
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terror causes turbid dreams and hearts in turmoil bleed
intrinsic perspectives let the spirits intercede: -
y is no letter: it is a word
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We didn't start the fire -- no we only walked on water within the twilight zone,
we were the tomorrow people on a stariway to heaven. -
Dou prys voltooidheid:
die dag breek met vreugdetrane32 lines, 11 comments, on Mar 26 12:09 AM 2007. In Liefde; Ander -
welcome to my world
sunshine smiles thunderous cries -
words often cannot reach
that which hearts feed19 lines, 14 comments, on Apr 3 3:14 PM 2007 -
The title of this book of poems, In Other Words, not only defines the content of the contemporary and internet generated poems of Leo Long,
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there is a long way leading home / and then there is a shortcut /
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His wife has left him / and all she left him / is a cramping colon / and no pun. / / Oh, Beloved! / Let me hold your hand / until the sun46 lines, 3 comments, on May 11 1:52 AM 2007
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I shall write a poem / soon / now reflection needs to speak / for itself / myra
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Life is a bigger picture / when displayed in reflective way / framed by nature
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how many shouts caused by how many doubts / how many hours of opposing powers / someone can turn soot to white / someone can turn stark dar
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we know far more than we are aware / of: you sit beside me at my window to stare / at what is there / to see what God would have me see / d
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Beloved / now that you are gone / new days will be lost / before they even start / for I have nothing / to think about / but the past / las
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may your darkness be of sunshine / may your desert be of rose / may your sorrows be of laughter / may your foes be friends so close!
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this dream sings in memories. / it sings in forgotten cries. / it sings in places that last. / aha. it sings in the past. / this dream brou14 lines, 7 comments, on Jul 11 1:16 PM 2007. In Society, Life. Thoughts.
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give a chap a chance / he may become our king / give a clap a dance / and let the whole world sing /
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Soft face tainted by bruise and spit, / by brutal assault, what harsh alarm; / silk's auburn sheen by coffin's lid / was caught, distorted
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Leave the spread-sheet / of this world to God / Love is not the opposite of hate: / Love is in opposition / to nothing and no none. /
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TJIE is the Divine ABILITY, and Core-driven KNOWING -- / CONSTANT, yet DYNAMIC, in that it causes creative / adaptability in ever-changing
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Look at my poems, oh reader:
do not see my eyes and the tears blotting this page, -
life was a lovely story
read at dusk -
when nights are endless and dark skies sans stars
and dreams have lost their shimmer, eyes turned blind -
I am a poem a piece of prose
a song a dove a summer rose -
Bubbles all these floating girls:
fragile roses glossal glee -
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sometimes an old house of dreams
run from me -
one small candle lit
illuminates the world -
mother
of him who has given me love -
Our leaders caught
being puppets, pawns29 lines, 6 comments, on Sep 22 1:47 AM 2007. In Society, Comtemporary -
the crocodile
returns to morsels -
pieces
fit into places -
Not one word speaks of anything
but unconditional love; -
perhaps
they are -
in mussel bay's ocean
in winter's deep motion35 lines, 2 comments, on Sep 29 10:30 AM 2007. In Folkway & Lore, Culture. Society -
I am waiting in parlors at boulevard spots
I am calling at florists I am doing my chores -
birds in the barley
rain on green grass57 lines, 4 comments, on Oct 23 8:30 AM 2007 -
follow the reader
and off I go -
souls connect by invisible links
softly woven strings23 lines, 8 comments, on Oct 27 6:06 AM 2007. In Friendship, Love -
Attentive skies a purplish kind of blue;
Zinc roofs absorb the zigzag of shadows'hue. -
if you were ready to hear
what I have to say -
Silent, Child, we are but dust.
Life attacks those alone -
he who is wise and clever
never says whatever: however, -
mother
you take me -
be careful
in whose grip -
pray tell: what is new of this year
perhaps something forgotten, dear: -
I am this poem this poem is me
nonratable this whole of being -
there is a moment
when all comes together -
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Feetjies en alles Ver en Fraai
Engele fluister hier van lotus en van sy -
friendship blooms spring and give us glee
on paths coated in forst -
Gibran lives with me, and Kenneth Clark
And in some hidden niches, Durkheim, Marx. -
you may forget my name
my friend -
Did you check the water, oil?
Did you leave the kettle boil? -
Let me entice you to Life's dance:
to move to memories, perchance; -
You are not alone
do not be so ignorant of beauty -
They were young, but old. She, as slight as a sliver of beauty, somewhere between innocent and ancient. He, even slighter, but taller … and
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He is leaving for Korea!
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As if set on a stage
the wry humor of life let sob -
On Stepping out of the Shower (Collection)
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I woke this morning, feeling happy ... he said.
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song-like and sweet as honey
not sugarcoated syrupy -
Another bleak chronicle,
droning everlasting fables; -
there is a curve that catch
a soul a surge in strings -
never again
september will be the same -
from rocky hills
of the east -
You speak about love?
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Bodies wrought a path from Nasareth to end in hell in Bethlehem.
A Child softly led the way -- Jubilate in joy and pain. -
14 lines, 11 comments, on Jan 23 5:49 PM. In Love's Joke
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When my eldest son, Johann, in Grade 1 had to declare what his mother actually does in that very academic world of Summer Strand, Port Eliz
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you used to be my honey
till you spend all my money -
The morning was as clear as a bell
when I saw her again.28 lines, 6 comments, on Apr 5 6:14 PM -
We stand next to each other:
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when her children were young -
I am a meta-therapist. I call my philosophy Endopathy: to become every other, in order to see the Creator's beauty in all; beauty often dis
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Silent.
I speak. -
the soil is saturated with tears and bodies
waiting to be resurrected -
onderstebo klok van kelk
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Her mother was from a very wealthy family. Her grandfather a preacher. Her father a well-known attorney. She was expected to be a boy. Her
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Love found me cuddled
in cold. With seizure on hold -
Negative to positive? Do it the easy way:
splash golden laughter over day of gray. -
Overused, and merely a chant,
lover is presented by lovers: part of loving hearts.12 lines, 6 comments, on Nov 25 3:42 PM
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