I don’t believe you, even if I try because you speak only of castles in the sky You may shout and scream but I am not trading my future for your dreams I will leave to start again anew a task long overdue For my freedom and peace is far more precious whereas your castle […]Read More Castles In The Sky
You know of the fiend I am taking of here? The one who is impossible to unhear, And opens a flood of swear! Drabble: 25 words © Dr Tanzelle OberholsterRead More Flying Stalker
I am a child of the earth I sing with the wind I dance with the flame I cry with the rain The sun guides me by day and the moon by night I listen to the universe and I find my own path in life Drabble & Poem: 48 words © Dr Tanzelle OberholsterRead More The Four Elements
This is a follow-up to Curious Snippets: English I Fancy… While cleaning out old keepsakes a found a few paper snippets describing the wonderfully colourful language that is English. Again, I cannot find the original Author and there are several version of this on the internet (some with up to 21 points)… Enjoy! Why English […]Read More Curious Snippets 2.0: English is a crazy language!
While cleaning out old keepsakes a found a few paper snippets describing the wonderfully colourful language that is English. Unfortunately, after trying to find the original Author of today’s snippet I ran into several other versions of this poem (mainly with the title “Why English is so Hard to Learn”) contributed to unknown writers from […]Read More Curious Snippets: English I Fancy
I do try to make my writing flow, when the words fall upon the page just so each with clear cadence and brings a certain iridescence A poem isn’t a necessary feature although the rhymes to tend do become their own creature The words spill from my pen to hopefully instill some zen Wishing that my […]Read More The Flow
Originally posted on An Artist’s Path:
They said she was wacky and a bit “too much” too cheerful, too silly, too animated, too wound up. She was a dreamer, an artist, a writer, a poet, a mystic. But try as they might they could not dim her light. Now she haunts the blogosphere where weirdos unite!
The rain patters against my shell. A distant roar of thunder reverberates against my shield. My breath rises and falls to the ebb and flow of my mind. Another crash of waves on my shore. The sea of chatter pulls away once more. Don’t indulge the nagging, let it through – in by the front […]Read More My Silent Refuge: An Observation during Meditation
In a world of black and white, where anything anyone does is wrong and only you are right. From your subjective deluded perspective you have but one objective. Spite, vengeance and scorn swirl within your heart’s storm. Always having the last word and endlessly casting blame. All an attempt to gain your rightful empty fame. […]Read More Dear Narcissist: I’ll take My Happiness and Go
In die feëwoude Raak dit al hoe benouder Want voëlneste word verwyder En hoeveelheid inwoners al hoe kleiner Is daar geen verligting? Aan die oprigting? Daar is geen meer bome Vir die beeldskone Woudgeeste om onder te dans Deur die dag en saans Niemand gee om Want die mensdom is stom Hul kinders gaan eendag […]Read More Begryp: ‘n Afrikaanse Gedig / Realise: an Afrikaans Poem