poetry

Poem: The fish

As i walked along the pebbly beach I came upon a tiny fish Lying on the sand next to a stream It wasn't very large at all Just a tiny little thing As I watched, it jumped And bounced three times across the water Before settling once more upon the river bank Just lying there A fish out of water "Get into the water," I thought in my head To the fish, but not [...]

By |2020-02-21T05:03:54+02:00February 20th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|0 Comments

Poem: The very worst of me

As I awoke from my sleep in the middle of the night I found myself being led by a stranger Down the longest of passageways With doors on either side of us We walked silently on. After what seemed like an hour She stopped us And gestured towards the nearest door handle Inviting me to step inside. I cautiously opened the door And was instantly transported To a moment I had hoped never to [...]

By |2020-02-21T05:02:13+02:00February 19th, 2020|poems and other creativity, Words and things|1 Comment

Poem: Beauty in the Eye

It felt like I had been standing there for an hour Paused Holding my hand open Standing still, almost statue-like For what seemed like an eternity But, if truth be told, It had more likely only been but a handful of seconds. Eventually the lively bee Buzzed around me one last time Before settling very casually into my palm… FLASH! In an instant, everything changed. And my inner eyes were thrust open To a [...]

By |2020-02-19T03:56:19+02:00February 11th, 2020|poems and other creativity|1 Comment

We Are Dying Here: a review and recommendation

these poems do not let themselves be written without lifting lids and disturbing the dead these poems are hauntings they could not live without bringing buried things back ghosts out of silence bearing witness these poems exist between worlds written out of mist and prayers and last breaths these poems have no respect for the living these poems are part of what remains of missing names these poems can never be a full story [...]

By |2019-12-03T13:19:43+02:00December 3rd, 2019|real men, South Africa, what i am watching|6 Comments

#ImStaying, but…

You're saying #ImStaying but you're playingIf you're not also up forwailing against the flailing arms and bodies broken words spokenlives tokenconstant pokingembers smokingam i joking?No! i don't expect you'll understandIn fact you cannot hear because your head is in the sand[But the moment that i pointed that out, Boom! i was banned!] That move was my prerogativeYou were not being positiveWe try to keep it light in hereSo don't come bring your slight in hereThe negatives just disappearAnd colourblindness [...]

By |2019-10-15T08:58:51+02:00October 15th, 2019|poems and other creativity|2 Comments

Brettfish on the YouTube

Brett "Fish" Anderson has a YouTube channel. Which, like my blog, contains a little bit of everything, rather than dealing with one specific topic or issue. It's a place where i like to have fun and hopefully make others laugh or smile or roll their eyes but with a joyous attitude, and it's a place i like to try use to challenge, inspire and invite people to think about living life differently. Me [...]

By |2019-08-15T15:20:30+02:00August 15th, 2019|activities, fun, poems and other creativity, video vibes|0 Comments

Poem slash Spoken Word: Come to your senses

i see you looking down your nose at the styles that comfort me and the beats that hold me close all the while wondering, but do you see ME? i watch your grip tighten painted manicured nails digging desperately into the folded fabric of your bag as you quickly cross over to the other side of the mall and wonder if you care that I went to bed hungry again last night my tattoos, [...]

By |2019-06-05T11:04:33+02:00June 3rd, 2019|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

Poem: Where is this Protea Fire?

P    roteas run out on to the field for another lap of dejavu R    un-out? Another one adding insult to, well, injury O    f course we won the toss and chose the unpopular decision T    hat seems to be the order of the day, of the decay E    xpectations and disappointments will be kept to a minimum this time  A    s it looks like we were too busy [...]

By |2019-06-03T13:46:58+02:00June 3rd, 2019|poems and other creativity|0 Comments

The Christ Mass

For me, Christmas is a reminder that Love came down. Love got its hands dirty. Love got involved. Love interrupted the normal flow of things. Love reached out specifically to all of those that society, culture, religion and government pushed to the sides. Love allowed itself to be interrupted while on mission. Love called out injustice. Love refused to accept the status quo. Love turned over tables in the face of greed and extortion. Love [...]

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