RHYME UPON A TIME 

I'm catching myself glancing mountain-side Waar sal ons hulp vandaan kom? I've cried So many lies as answers miss-implied The reasons...

The weekend was a slaughterhouse Hanover It started with the news of four lives over By Saturday the number grew to twelve The file or...

It may true be that signals of distress At this euphimistic grandiose mess Does indicate a near teutonic stress That heartless, slanted,...

Most times the problem is inside your head The search for context, the daily bread The long, the short, the slightly oblique Influencing...

Charl vannie Bishop Lavis Klink soes vannie laaste wat nog annie baklei was Nie voo gangster wou knie buig Of aan die vleispotte wou suig...

wild the concept of YOUR child though your children are not your children the prophet says true and not in the manner of borrowed to...

A long, long time ago In a country that seldom saw snow And the sun grew as big as a full-moon on show There something stirred and...

It's a bit like channeling Over on Soli's Corner Dis nou vir die wat wonner 'Wat maak daai donner?' Nothing like 'close your eyes and...

Heritage and identity not  closely linked Like the tattoo isn't with blood inked Tracing a familial line doesn't have meaning Manifesting...

Concerning Colour'd By definition bothered In nomenclature collared And to subservience scholar'd Pre sixty-six and the six All a...

Sometimes the feeling, the struggle to ignore Is that of having been here, done this before Confronted by yet another door A passaging...

The law back in my forefathers' day Was not to suit any of them, that wasn't the way As the years roller-coasted You found that it is...

They're imagined dark - the city streets at night A plight, in many areas a blight, for eyes a sore sight, for the vulnerable a...

What comfort is this?! This sprawling tangle of grass and weed and broken brick and glass This trigger for place and identity This...

I forget sometimes to preach about love - weird, since it's the one thing that I constantly obsess about. How do we love better? Is it...

They come now the rhymes, faster and faster Inured to the crimes Of the rhyme-master The falling of syllables The consonant's click The...

The thing about Maya that upsets tonight A sense of a dulled sparkle, sputtering in the night A self-realization of a pitiful plight The...