tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74282377805799292672012-01-27T11:11:21.968-08:00Poetry social commentarystanaxehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16877749912762880614noreply@blogger.comBlogger161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428237780579929267.post-51109319065630105662009-05-18T06:55:00.000-07:002009-05-18T06:56:44.999-07:00

Write a poem and make a difference in a mother or child’s life todayWrite three for a contest with a difference.Language is central to children’s intellectual, social and emotional growth, and is seen as a key element of the curriculum for students in grades one through eightLiteracy is the magic key to alleviating poverty.One of the news highlights in South Africa this week end was of children

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According to the National Institute For Literacy, 113 million children around the world have no access to primary education. This number continues to grow. All too often I take for granted the gift of reading and writing, (though I might question the gift of writing.) I forget there are millions who can’t even read. I was rudely reminded of this fact when standing in the queue at the Port

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Dalenco was created from a need to provide employment for the disadvantaged.DALENCO manufactures place mats of distinction, specializing in African themes. We currently have the following four categories available: Wildlife (large and small); African birds; Ethnic and Tribal prints; and Flora designs.We have more than 20 different themes to select from, and each theme has between four and eight

stanaxehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16877749912762880614noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428237780579929267.post-17647104874668906992008-02-04T22:02:00.000-08:002008-02-04T23:16:37.604-08:00

Taking dreams off the shelf,wiping off the settled dustrepairing wounded parts of myself;disillusion baking a hard crust;an armour of protection,sealing blocking my trust.Looking at old stillborn dreams,scars not only renewing pain,also the zest of lifestreamsthe vibrance of being born againreleasing pent up inner screamsnumbed by shackled restrain.Marking off different stagespivotal points clear

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There are unknown paths to explore,undiscovered hidden thoughts to analyse,to show me ways to love you more,to get me to stop and realisefor our love to sail the storms,come through them strongercant or wont be found in prescribed forms,or the obsession to conquer.Maybe I could try to make a start,by learning to listen,to words whispered from the heart,or wipe your tears that glisten;place your

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This poem is dedicated to "Highway Ministry" - a ministry directed at the trucking industry. Highway ministry is a non-profit organization providing support services, dealing with problems such as alcohol, drug abuse, AIDS/HIV, marital discord and prostitution, to mention a few, as well as a "Highway Prayer Patrol."If you are going somewhere,along these roads we share,to be safe enough to get

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"There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures."William Shakespeare1564-1616.Amidst the idyllic isles,from whence they will begin informing,of the drastic changing lifestyles,

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It is for me once morethat time of the year,when my paternal emotions soar,as the festive season draws near.Doll houses I crafted with care,every year a different style,with a desire to be there,to watch you play with them for a while.Sometimes what I miss most ,is that I never got to know you,or the moments to hold you close,and share the wonder of you.Had I but a moment to tell the world,of

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Is justice seen to be fair,her scales balanced equitable;when judges dont seem to care,about that which is reputable.Appointed by royal decree,short of only a sceptre to reign,perpertrators liberally set free,victims penalised to even greater pain.That she was raped seven times,her friend suffered assault;the judges heaped other crimes,saying she was at fault;her lawyer was disbarred,doing his

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Let me freeze this moment in time,capture and hold it forever,for when there is no reason or rhymethat my thoughts cant stay together,or I cant return from yesterday;on a path I alone can travel.In diffused shades of grey,fragments of time unravelled.I want to hold you so near,that time could never erase,that in you which I hold so dear,which can endure life's friction frays,yet let my grasp be

stanaxehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16877749912762880614noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7428237780579929267.post-54113868128554340572007-11-11T18:46:00.000-08:002007-11-11T19:08:37.271-08:00

A sixties song comes to mind,"they shoot horses dont they"a story of a different kind,a different depression.This one is of horses,running free the way they meant to be,ten thousand of them,listen can you hear them,with their call of the wild,can you feel the earth vibrating,with that pulsating beat of being free.Ten thousand horses,Brumbies they are called;amidst the echoes of thundering hooves,

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In benign Grabouw, where apples grow;far as i can recall,there is no crime at any given time;no violence at all.Nestled in the hollow, it's hard to swallow,what has happened there;a night on the town, brought a man down,a few drinks to ease the care.The country silently sleeps, my soul quietly weeps,for someone I did'nt know,beaten to death in a cell, trapped in a living hell;waiting for the

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Please don't say a word.When I'm back on the roadI'll think of promises I heard;that they were lies will leave me cold,I would rather fill my senses,with the love which we now feelwhen nerves are as taut fencesloves balm will make it seem real. ____________Please don't say a word.Lets fill the air we breathe,with the sound of our heartbeat,the thundering of a stampeding herd,so that

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As the stars come out to play,skies filled with meteorite showers,I scrabble for words that can sayand define this immense power;a byproduct of galactic dust,staccato bursts, fragmented sparks,leaves me in awe where I lay my trust,amidst ephemeral flashes in the dark. ______________ ______________ This the night made for lovers,for the old to reaffirm the bond,for the young

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Trying to reach a decision;groping in the void darkness,praying for a vision,and its halo of brightness:when all that comes is disjecta membra.The stale scattered crumbs,of an almost forgotten september,to some fall others spring.The decay and birth,of fully unfurled wings,and the return to earth.Sleeping silently in my mind,things I wanted to say,all of them not unkind,anything to make you stay:

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