Photo Credit © Gavin Joachims Proud to announce my debut publication in Cape Town, South Africa, in the new Anthology 'Cape Sounds' published by Gavin Joachims Publishing, with three poems in Afrikaans. Jantjie Ko’ huistoe… Reisend is hy, met veertig seisoene verbygegly Nooit kon droom om familie en vriende agter te laat In die skone … Continue reading Cape Sounds Anthology: Excerpt in Afrikaans
Photo Credit © Marcel Herms Infested Investmenthet wordt moeilijk – I am really trying but things are getting increasingly difficult – This life is not the same anymore. We are not the same anymore – So many conflicting mentalities extreme emotional fatalities easily avoidable but regrettably welcome for some. Too many of us use free … Continue reading GLOMAG July2019 with MARCEL HERMS
Introducing fellow South African now British Claudine Matthews Claudine graduated from our Alma Mater, the University of the Western Cape, in Belleville Cape Town South Africa, a pillar of education during the Apartheid era for 'black' and 'coloured' students who could not attend 'white' tertiary' institutions because of race. We also attended the same Secondary … Continue reading AUTHOR FEATURE : CLAUDINE MATTHEWS – UWC Alumna
© Photo Credit Marcel Herms The Gathering Empty Space – Black our self-inflicted melancholy born from hopelessness weighing down our daily existence in this ever increasing chaotic world fuelled by humanity's hunger for military, financial and digital power draining our own intended endeavours to remain self-sufficient, law abiding, positive and loyal to those who respect … Continue reading The Gathering – Glomag June2019
Thanks to Raja Williams my publisher from California for including me in another CTU Anthology…
The inner voice of a multitude
your words and aching lamentation
comforted generations still to soothe
melting hearts liquefying emotions
You once bid farewell to love
claimed no-one ever cared
if you should live or die
would we now hear one more cry?
A fixed smile barred your pain
what if you only once shared the strain?
You sang of sweetest dreams come true
glaring into eyes that adored you
asking let me be the one
yearning for a loving touch
how you longed to see the sun
the emptiness and lonely void too much
Oh how your universe sparkled
you felt on top of the world
he made your feelings fly
and shone his starlight down on you
As each last note was played
you realized every promise he made
broke before long at the end of each song
how you searched for a place
to hide away
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Collaboration with Marcel Herms
I dreamed that there were no borders or barriers
and everyone was coming and going all over.
There were no countries with complicated names
nor other languages difficult to pronounce.
There were no Latin or Jewish quarters,
consulates, embassies or customs.
We were dealing with John, Joseph and Peter,
having been forgotten the old records
at those big notary books of names like
Tudors, Stuarts, Windsors,
Whites, Browns and Smiths.
Priests, pastors, rabbis and teachers,
together they worshiped the same God,
the same saints and prophets,
praising the past history we lived
and sowing hope in the hereafter.
Restaurants, schools and hospitals,
all of them were open to anyone,
as well the parties, weddings and baptisms
and all other pleasures of the day to day.
© Edilson Afonso Ferreira
About the Author
A Brazilian poet, Mr. Ferreira, 74, writes in English rather than Portuguese. Largely published in international and selected…
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