RHYME UPON A TIME 

The Road All along the road to that with no name Called victory when metaphored game Dubbed heaven in religious terms Supposes a hell...

Less important is trying to define How they are mine When the discourse Should be how they are yours You know them, I propose Very...

Mass-shootings, for women and children a hell-hole - Is the lens through which filters news from Senekal - Land invasions and evictions...

Longing for a long-gone season Lends to a lapse in logic and reason Leaks a lack of making sense Leap-frogs the law of present tense ...

I saw Lizzie today After a time apart The missing buried deep in the heart The memory of feeling this way Pictures without words pray Of...

They come to us now before night The invisible ones become plain sight They live in another city from me and you One we sojourn...

I'm about as sick of politicians telling me who I am As a baby who has started crawling being confined to a pram I am as naar of them...

Angels bound by an ancient accreditation Waiting to be announced as the train leaves the station Chastised by a tradition that demands...

'Know when you laugh with all your might Till people start asking if you're alright Your ribs aching, your stomach sore Your breath...

A promise of poetry is the endeavor No goal of style or flair or exceptionally clever The idea not to impress, distress or profess Just...

Cape Town is the home of drive-by The didn't see, don't know any thing's why Look, but reflexively the other way Adamant until it's...

She fell badly Stiena, during the stroke Consensus seems to be that something broke And badly hit her fragile, little head That leads to...

I gather it tradition in Islam Forgive me my presumption to do such My observation shies intent haram Show someway instead (and...

Good morning adorning a fraught land's Cape The drunk wine fermenting in the nude grape Dew-wet, knars onder koue voete ryp Die grond die...

I miss a beautiful soul known as Elsie With whom I oft had shared truths at tea She wasn't what you'd call a Kreepy Karen Injustice is...

Tread gently on this good earth, she would say As if its goodness in her life held sway Laughs for no reason apparent to you Dances to...

It's a cold night in The Mother City. Maybe I'm just getting old but I'm finding this winter harsh. The bite in the air, the pervasive...

The constant appeal is for doing more Honour and validate your ten threescore Our hours employed in the making, doing Frenetic e'en when...

The morning brought a melancholy hope That weather and intention helps us cope Somehow the need be less overwhelming With aid...

I was always a little wary of the God that threatened to 'werp jou uit in die buitenste dusternis waar daar 'n geween is en 'n gekners...