One tear
By
Angela Robinson
Within the human mind endless possibilities exist, to accomplish the greatest good or destructive plans devise.
Duality
Created in wisdom - created in wonder
Compassionate, complex - equal to no other.
Having deep desires, dreams and aspirations
With the mind to build, in unlimited imagination.
And - humankind can be dual.
With intelligence for evil as well as for good.
Having the capacity to love, but also to hate.
Pain and suffering humans can create.
Shadows Rise and Fall
The stillness of the forest speaks -
Hidden danger amongst the craggy peaks.
Already alive at the crack of dawn
A chorus of voices join to herald the morn'.
Crisp air, clinging raindrops, fading dew,
A touch of orange, a splash of crystal blue.
Pastel pinks with streaks of burnished gold,
Paints the world in timeless colours of old.
The breaking dawn has rent the velvety sky.
Bodies stretch, eyes gladden, spirits lift and fly.
Vibrant splendour - nature's fascinating surprise.
At day break - the early morning sunrise.
All day long, irresistible, at work and play,
Animals grazing peacefully - wide owl eyes stare.
Fish dive and swim, birds fret and chirp.
Insects chase each other, beautiful butterflies flutter.
Up on the hillsides, in the shivery grass,
A wealth of beauty in the forest mass.
Rushing along the river gurgles and splashes
Against rocks and reeds in gleaming bright flashes.
Sunbeams join to dance and have fun,
In the mid-day heat, sparkle and become one.
The wind laughs, noon glows as it progresses.
Sight, sound and scent - a long succession of senses.
Passed its zenith the sun quietly journeys west,
Over land and water and into the distance.
Patiently she stands for a little while longer,
As the sky turns blood-red and is flushed with fire.
Slowly she winks and softly murmurs goodnight
In the perfect setting of the evening light.
In the warmth and glow of the setting sun,
Whispers the promise of new glories to come.
Forest and hills drenched in scarlet and gold,
Polished copper and purple shadows unfold.
Animals rest - birds find their safe cocoon,
As the sun gives way to a pale and silvery moon.
A subtle wash of colour slowly settles,
Striking shades - soft hues on pale lemon petals.
For a magical moment bestows to all,
An enchanting picture as shadows rise and fall.
Make your dreams a mountain which can be climbed together with constancy and honesty.
Time Out
People here, people there, busy industry
Everywhere. In cars, trains, buses and planes.
At home, at work, in shops, on the street,
Life pulsating! Listen, can you hear the heartbeat?
Overshadowing everything, dark clouds forming.
Shock and horror, a storm brewing.
Heartbreak! Guilt! Alone! Depressed!
Sad! Worried! Tired or stressed!
Your journey through this life is not over,
With restoration the mind becomes sober.
Believe your worth it's a positive action,
A boost you need to reach your destination.
Stay home, sleep a little longer.
Do something nice, be gentle on yourself.
The still small voice we cannot hear
When the brain is tired, not focused or clear.
Take time out for a much needed rest.
Slow down a while do the things you love best.
You've a duty to self , sit back and just be,
Remember - you are special!
When defeat is eminent and all avenues of escape seem exhausted - be clever, be bold, not negative, but strong. Trick the problem, then lead in victorious song.
Momentary Pause
Attired in royal leopard skins
Standing high on the crest of the hill.
Tall and proud an imposing sight.
A cowhide shield in his left hand,
A short stabbing spear in his right.
Shadows abate from the night before.
Creeping, stealthy over the east.
Dawn breaks, the silent face of war.
No token of fear belied his face
To seal his country's and soldiers' fate.
Upon the gathering clouds of sunrise,
Men of war for battle dressed.
As dangers thicken through the valleys still,
The zeal of warriers waxed strong for the kill.
Determined they were to stand their ground
In defense of their country and king.
The warriors he chose were incredibly strong
And so were the opposing side.
They swarmed in hoards all over the hills
Seeking to humble the Zulu pride.
The Zulu impis assembled in thousands
As they sang their warrior song.
They challenged in strength an all out attack,
A bitter struggle to the death raged on.
The battle in earnest and power ensued,
Fearless both sides fought strong and true,
With spears they slaughtered in numbers.
A multitude of voices could be heard and grew
Rushing headlong in raging impulses.
Desperately the javelins flew. Assegais stabbed!
Shields clashed and bodies dashed!
Aroused by now with the fierce intent,
Debased in their passions with cruelty bent,
Blinded beyond reason the killings amassed.
As the tables were turned the Zulu warriors saw,
Skulls crushed as knobkerries hit.
Blood of their comrades in battle slain
And themselves about to fall into a pit.
In vain they looked for a way of escape,
This they knew would avail them little.
For torture and death by the spear awaited
Prisoners taken alive - their chances brittle.
Just then a sign and wonder appeared
Foreboding disaster and doom.
Far out in the sky a long-crested eagle flew
Its wings tipped with feathers of royal blue.
Above the head of the king it circled -
Three times, then issued a piercing cry!
Both sides in amazement stopped to stare
At this strange and amazing sight.
With great excitement the Zulu regrouped
And attacked with renewed vigour and pride.
The fighting continued with deadly intent,
No safety, no refuge, but murderous revenge.
They beat the marauding enemies back
From the hills and the river to the other side.
King Shaka looked out across the valley
Victorious but deeply moved.
Up on the hillside in silence he stood
To witness the scene in a thoughtful mood.
With his head hung down for a momentary pause
A solitary figure in pensive repose.
The clash and clamour and fighting stilled
The plains and the land were bathed in red.
In awe the sunset's golden glory finally shed
It's brilliant robes for ashes to mourn the dead.
Once again the African crested eagle flew
To screech a long and mournful cry!
At the sight of thousands upon thousands
Of men - who bravely fought yet only to die.
In shame the sun refused to show its face
Where the killing fields were found.
Through the hills, through the valley of death
Silence screamed! As crimson echoes resound.
Assegai - A spear
Impis - Regiments of soldiers
Knobkerrie - An African wooden baton
One tear
By
Angela Robinson
Within the human mind endless possibilities exist, to accomplish the greatest good or destructive plans devise.
Duality
Created in wisdom - created in wonder
Compassionate, complex - equal to no other.
Having deep desires, dreams and aspirations
With the mind to build, in unlimited imagination.
And - humankind can be dual.
With intelligence for evil as well as for good.
Having the capacity to love, but also to hate.
Pain and suffering humans can create.
Shadows Rise and Fall
The stillness of the forest speaks -
Hidden danger amongst the craggy peaks.
Already alive at the crack of dawn
A chorus of voices join to herald the morn'.
Crisp air, clinging raindrops, fading dew,
A touch of orange, a splash of crystal blue.
Pastel pinks with streaks of burnished gold,
Paints the world in timeless colours of old.
The breaking dawn has rent the velvety sky.
Bodies stretch, eyes gladden, spirits lift and fly.
Vibrant splendour - nature's fascinating surprise.
At day break - the early morning sunrise.
All day long, irresistible, at work and play,
Animals grazing peacefully - wide owl eyes stare.
Fish dive and swim, birds fret and chirp.
Insects chase each other, beautiful butterflies flutter.
Up on the hillsides, in the shivery grass,
A wealth of beauty in the forest mass.
Rushing along the river gurgles and splashes
Against rocks and reeds in gleaming bright flashes.
Sunbeams join to dance and have fun,
In the mid-day heat, sparkle and become one.
The wind laughs, noon glows as it progresses.
Sight, sound and scent - a long succession of senses.
Passed its zenith the sun quietly journeys west,
Over land and water and into the distance.
Patiently she stands for a little while longer,
As the sky turns blood-red and is flushed with fire.
Slowly she winks and softly murmurs goodnight
In the perfect setting of the evening light.
In the warmth and glow of the setting sun,
Whispers the promise of new glories to come.
Polished copper and purple shadows unfold.
Animals rest - birds find their safe cocoon,
As the sun gives way to a pale and silvery moon.
A subtle wash of colour slowly settles,
Striking shades - soft hues on pale lemon petals.
For a magical moment bestows to all,
An enchanting picture as shadows rise and fall.
Make your dreams a mountain which can be climbed together with constancy and honesty.
Time Out
People here, people there, busy industry
Everywhere. In cars, trains, buses and planes.
At home, at work, in shops, on the street,
Life pulsating! Listen, can you hear the heartbeat?
Overshadowing everything, dark clouds forming.
Shock and horror, a storm brewing.
Heartbreak! Guilt! Alone! Depressed!
Sad! Worried! Tired or stressed!
Your journey through this life is not over,
With restoration the mind becomes sober.
Believe your worth it's a positive action,
A boost you need to reach your destination.
Stay home, sleep a little longer.
Do something nice, be gentle on yourself.
The still small voice we cannot hear
When the brain is tired, not focused or clear.
Take time out for a much needed rest.
Slow down a while do the things you love best.
You've a duty to self , sit back and just be,
Remember - you are special!
When defeat is eminent and all avenues of escape seem exhausted - be clever, be bold, not negative, but strong. Trick the problem, then lead in victorious song.
Momentary Pause
Attired in royal leopard skins
Standing high on the crest of the hill.
Tall and proud an imposing sight.
A cowhide shield in his left hand,
A short stabbing spear in his right.
Shadows abate from the night before.
Creeping, stealthy over the east.
Dawn breaks, the silent face of war.
No token of fear belied his face
To seal his country's and soldiers' fate.
Upon the gathering clouds of sunrise,
Men of war for battle dressed.
As dangers thicken through the valleys still,
The zeal of warriers waxed strong for the kill.
Determined they were to stand their ground
In defense of their country and king.
The warriors he chose were incredibly strong
And so were the opposing side.
They swarmed in hoards all over the hills
Seeking to humble the Zulu pride.
The Zulu impis assembled in thousands
As they sang their warrior song.
They challenged in strength an all out attack,
A bitter struggle to the death raged on.
The battle in earnest and power ensued,
Fearless both sides fought strong and true,
With spears they slaughtered in numbers.
A multitude of voices could be heard and grew
Rushing headlong in raging impulses.
Desperately the javelins flew. Assegais stabbed!
Shields clashed and bodies dashed!
Aroused by now with the fierce intent,
Debased in their passions with cruelty bent,
Blinded beyond reason the killings amassed.
As the tables were turned the Zulu warriors saw,
Skulls crushed as knobkerries hit.
Blood of their comrades in battle slain
And themselves about to fall into a pit.
In vain they looked for a way of escape,
This they knew would avail them little.
For torture and death by the spear awaited
Prisoners taken alive - their chances brittle.
Just then a sign and wonder appeared
Foreboding disaster and doom.
Far out in the sky a long-crested eagle flew
Its wings tipped with feathers of royal blue.
Above the head of the king it circled -
Three times, then issued a piercing cry!
Both sides in amazement stopped to stare
At this strange and amazing sight.
With great excitement the Zulu regrouped
And attacked with renewed vigour and pride.
The fighting continued with deadly intent,
No safety, no refuge, but murderous revenge.
They beat the marauding enemies back
From the hills and the river to the other side.
King Shaka looked out across the valley
Victorious but deeply moved.
Up on the hillside in silence he stood
To witness the scene in a thoughtful mood.
With his head hung down for a momentary pause
A solitary figure in pensive repose.
The clash and clamour and fighting stilled
The plains and the land were bathed in red.
In awe the sunset's golden glory finally shed
It's brilliant robes for ashes to mourn the dead.
Once again the African crested eagle flew
To screech a long and mournful cry!
At the sight of thousands upon thousands
Of men - who bravely fought yet only to die.
In shame the sun refused to show its face
Where the killing fields were found.
Through the hills, through the valley of death
Silence screamed! As crimson echoes resound.
Assegai - A spear
Impis - Regiments of soldiers
Knobkerrie - An African wooden baton