Africa Rising

There is a deep love for Africa in the soul.

Potholes, dusty pavements, rich soils.

The sun comes down happy and joyous on this beautiful continent.

I can try and explain the passion for this dear land,

But mostly I just feel her...in my gut.

In  the forever giving hand.

The aroma of diverse foods and warm blood,

Sometimes shed in the wars that constantly plague her.

The love for Africa is a tumultuous affair.

I get angry, sad, happy, goose-bumpy.

When the east and west gang up and try to crash her resilient spirit.

When an orator stands on a podium and unites the people.

From Timbuktu to the south; economic, domestic, cultural wars prevails.

But the conversation is as vibrant as the emotions and this too never stops.

Issues of race, rape, politics and  homosexuality.

Growth, economics, patriarchy, tradition, culture, Love, marriage, polygamy, agriculture, pollution, global warming....and religion.

Some  desperately cling to the old because the new is frightening.

But there is also a new generation.

A young population.

Finding themselves and what it means to be part of this diverse and misunderstood continent.

Finding pride for this land when the BBC and  CNN paint a grim picture.

Writing lengthy love letters to the motherland.

Documenting the images, words, colour.

Trying to capture her essence and mystery.

Creating a new identity.

© Jen

shapes for my toni

Heart shapes, an opening in a leafy foliage, the sun streaming through, just for her to be bathed in the glory of my affection.

Heart shapes, a delightfully, dangerously, mouthwatering dark lava chocolate, my heart the moist soft center, her hands the protective outer beauty that opens it up.

Square shapes of puzzles, pieces she unfolds in me, gently probing me open to myself, to her - she completes me.

Triangular prisms of kaleidoscopic light, rainbows of hope, promises of bright clear blue skies.

Circular shapes of clitoral stimulation taking us to dizzying heights.

Torn out pictures of silly shapes on empty sugar sachets sent on social networks to solicite a smile.

Oval shapes of water droplets that come down to playful squeals of laughter.

Disabled shapes of tree trunks, sturdy yet beautifully different as is this love of a woman for another.


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is vs was

And yet it seems only your face is still clear.
When my mind's eye dares travel far beyond what's here.
Indefinable,dark silhoeuttes still walk the same path.
Others seem obliterated,diffused in mazes along which i donot venture.

My narcissism is boundless,i conclude.
Or can't this prelude unblind me to the emptiness promised?
Armour it must be,for it is what is said to have no eyes.
And behold, my sight momentarily dies.

Would i to see this in hind,
Insanity i would of myself diagnose.
I could feel my way to freedom,
But reason does not impose.
How reasonable could romeo,juliet,anthony have been.
Fortunate for me,
Breath in these lungs still resides.

Beguiled by your once smile that has not played in long.
It is to that like a drowning woman i now clutch oblong.
That light that danced in your eyes now gone.
I seek to see it glow,the full moon again outshone.

Can i like a night thief steal just moments and make away?
As of meteorites let dive into the immense,this?
Let it all fade away?.

she's just a girl

What a cliche it all is.
That while you stood there,i stared.
That when you smiled,i crushed.
That when you laughed, it was like a tinkling of beautiful gems.

What a cliche i am.
That i couldnot resist.
That i couldn't not stare.
That i couldn't not catch my breath everytime you looked my way.

And now,there's two roads,two paths to choose.
Does the bad girl ever win.
Does she simply stand in the shadows.
Does she stammer out words and watch them escape,unheard.
Or write another crappy poem about the one that got away?

And if she said all she felt.
Could she possibly make you melt.
Take a stand and take a chance.
Take her words and make them count.
Let her sweep those feet she adores off the ground she stands firm.

And if her words she did keep.
To herself and not a sound breath.
Would you then read them in her eyes.
For it's no secret when she looks at you.
It's not hard to discern when she smiles at you.
It can't be wisdom to realise all she feels for you.

And if this knowledge is so evident.
Yet your lips remain sealed.
your thoughts forever a mystery.
Is the conclusion not yet another cliche?

the tin woman has a heart

To all the faces i brace,
Against...smile an armour,
I use...like a talisman.
It is easier to speak of the height of the sun,
Than delve into the tin to find soft tissue.
It is lighter to talk of the dust that impersonates sand,
Than acknowledge that it is with in and it's purpose serves.

Watching the two,mesmerised by the three,
How to not wish it was my hand not free.
Chasing...cents and pennies,
thinking,they could replace cells and arteries.
They could stand for veins and roses.
They could smile as one who feels amour.

The tin woman has a heart,
She is percieved not to hurt,
She waits in longing,for one that will look within the rust and take her apart.
Melt her,speak with words that can't,
In the space of a second become the dust that impersonates the sand.
The whistle that is like a mirage.

for you

Your smile forever changing,
Now hemming in on my poor heart and taking it places.
Then reeling me into your eyes, constantly searching.
With glee, it glows, windows light, the soul shines.
Pines at mine, that often gives you joy.
When shy, my face lights at how adorable yours turns and my breath catches.
With tenderness, it softens, momentarily frozen into a piece of art, angelic in tone.

Your smile forever taking,
Me on journeys only my soul and mind can describe,
Leaving my heart in heights unimaginable,
From whence I then fall deeper into the flourishing abyss of yours.
Walking trails that are new yet as old as time but innocent with youth only growth can bestow.
Knowing that as one learns, only the knowledge that they are unknowledgable is paramount.
Our lessons are cut out for us, to discard the past, live in the present and await the future.
A new sun brings into consciousness the beauty of life refreshed.

Your smile is forever changing,
I love you,
I say, the gentleness in your eyes none that was clear before.
I love you,
I say,easing the shadows that steal presence in corners when only keypads on mobile gadgets keep me closer to you.
I love you,
I smile and kiss your nose when the distance is eased and shadows erased.
I love you,
I then set out to demonstrate in detail but get entranced by the wonder that you are and lose my way.
And leave room for one more,
I love you.

let me

Let me tell you a secret.
Let me whisper into your ear a sweetness.
I want to watch your eyes crinkle up so when you hear it,
I want the corners of your mouth to turn up with a smile.
I want to see your pupils dilate with mirth for a little while.
While my lips work fervently into your ear,
Spurting lovely things for you to hear,
Here and there, my lips shall then nibble so,
Tongue flicking over your skin lightly before,
In tow, teeth lightly grease your nape with a hickey,
Uh-huh, don’t peeky, keep your eyes closed that way,
Nay, I will be very gentle I promise.
Breath,
Breathe from you coming out faster as your hands around mine cluster,
Flustered, you now on the pillow lay,
Gay,Your smile a sweetness for me to behold and you I hold.
I can tell you liked it, I know that look.
nook your head into my neck and let the secret engulf us.
The only residue of the passion gone- the rise and fall of your chest

oh happy day

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They are singing.
In the trees,these birds are chirping.
And the sun,coming down with such splendour,
streaming through these leaves..
Soft rays piercing through them,
soft puffy clouds,floating,in the sky,dreamy high...
Tiny rainbows of colour strapped on them..
Infinite blue,..endless,endless hours of clear pure blue dotted with these clouds.
Springy flowers,..peonies and pansies and dandelions,filling the air with beautiful fragrance.blue,pink and white..
Theres a buzz,..and the bees laze from one flower to the next,pollinating,..aiding birth and rebirth.
And eating,feeding,breathing..
breathing for these flowers and from these flowers..
happy sighs..
Happy sighs as i watch this beauty under these clear skies..

time

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Can i turn back time
Back to a place when ignorance was bliss
When the cacoon of unknowledge surrounded me,protected me..
When i didn't know the pleasure that lay in your touch,eyes,soft soft lips,on mine..
When i didn't know the warmth of your embrace,
can i turn back time
to when my heart did not flutter so loudly at the thought of you,
To when my toes didnot curl at longing for your smell,
Your soft then loud moans when we kiss
When i did not know what passion lay in your soul
When i did not know how beautiful your soul was
Can i turn back time or lose this knowledge that threatens to destroy me and the peace that i once knew
I suppose not,i suppose knowledge like this survives decades
I suppose it surpasses the winds of time and change
I suppose i should bid farewell to the normalcy that my stomach once knew
this knowledge i suppose is here to stay,for lifetimes and more
Much more

Then and now

Ummm..i didn't think id speak today,but all i feel wd drown me if i didn't share it.
Being here,with you so lovely,the sunset..it all seems like deja vu,
Like iv been here before,like iv dreamt it,and lived it,several times over
Maybe it's wishful thinking,me and my head,high up in the clouds once more.
It feels so new,yet as old as time itself

Maybe i was your mistress,and you my seductress of a maiden..
I can imagine those eyes giving me slanty looks as you perfumed my feet or sponged my body with soothing oils.
Or maybe i was the vampire that bit eternity into your jugular,as i thirstily partook of your energy,life-that still radiates with so much strength
I can imagine us having hunted together,gathered fruit or did tribal dances..your beautiful body swaying unabashedly in the moonlight,while everyone gazed upon it with lust and envy
Running to the river half naked,your beautiful breasts the center of every young man's sexual fantasies/desires.
Stealing kisses and touches even then whilst we cd be burnt at the stake for being witches
Abomination! They'd all have chorused as they fuelled the fire.
Remember the river on which we sat watching the butterflies?
I cd swear to all things holy and beautiful that those were your fingers with which i intertwined mine,i cannot possibly mistake your hands for anyone else's
I remember you laughing at something i said and me watching you with so much intensity you soon stopped,self conscious.
You lay your head on my lap,begging for a pet,for a cat will always be a cat,big or small,you need not have begged,you knew,know how much bliss i find in your soft kinky,springy curls.

And so all the romance of those lifetimes,all the foreplay gathers us here today,when wooden stakes are no more and our kisses are frowned upon but excused as an evil that trailed the first white man that set foot on this dark continent.
Some will get violent,others perhaps abusive but in the end we can stand here at this beach with the sun a golden yellow falling into the horizon,feet naked,into the white ancient sand,you can look at me,your hair a mixture of white and purple flowers,white,short dress,billowing in the wind and tell me that you will...
You will share this love.

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consistance

Rain,rhymes with pain
That she can't seem to feign
In loss they gain
Freedom,some disdain

Light steps,skip paddles
Were those yesterday's cuddles
Whispering on the wind,like bubbles
Now you see it,now you don't,lost marbles?

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Drifting..on the breeze
A soul,by none untainted
Smiling...like a freeze
On a face,that's unaffected

And the rain pours on
And the wind whistles on
The mountain stands proud
The leaves go,from green,to orange,a dead brown and nothing
Close together for warmth
Then apart,we sweat,with a new moon.

The heart beats..constant,like it all.

simplicity

No more fights out of this soul
Tell me those beautiful words
I will listen and believe
Look into my eyes that way you do
I will look right back into yours
Smile into my face
And i will smile back with glee

I will not try to fight this
I will not try and ruin It
I will let you lead me
To the pleasures you promise
I will not deny that you love me
I will take it all in
Breathe it deeply
Feel it seep into my veins
Let it leave me weightless

I will let myself feel
I will not fight when my heart palpitates
Neither will i when my stomach flutters
I will take the weakness in my knees in stride
YES!
I will feel it all and more
I will let me be,fo sho
Just keep giving it to me
I hope there's more where that came from
For am hungry for this feeling
Am hungry for emotion
I will take all you are willing to dish out

I will believe you when you tell me it's ok
I will let your words rock me to sleep
Keep me warm,blanketed in their security
I will not think that the smile on my face at the thought of you is silly
I will delight in it
I will not question why or how
This is not mathematics
There are no logical answers

And hence i shall believe
I will believe that am worthy of this adoration
I will believe that am worthy of this abundance
God knows there have been many seasons of want
I will lay my head on your bossom
Fall asleep in your embrace
I will breathe with you through the nights..

you

I hold you to me,like a constant whisper
A shadow,only i can see.
Next to my own,as real as the hours in a day.
Side by side,my mind drags you along.
An insistent companion,you are to my every action,
A delicate butterfly..the knowledge of you.
Only evident in my little smiles and softened eyes.

But to sit undisturbed
But to dream uninterrupted
With the sun streaking down at me
Through the leaves of a sycamore or birch.
With the sound of a goose not far away
The water on a pond shimmering in a haze.

To breath your name softly.
Feeling it's soft caress on my lips.
Tasting it's reassurance.
The day a soft blur
Hour on hour,unnoticed.
Daylight lost,evening found.
By my dreamsome,
You i hound.

you do

You make it better.
You,with your cute dimple and adoring,adorable eyes.
Your funny words and warm smile..
You make it easier.
When you spend the day writing words i want to read and saying things i want to hear.
When i know that you are there and am here and there is a web of emotions and looks and thoughts that join you to me.
When i remember how you feel when aroused and moist and complacent.
Your eyes glazed with want search mine and i mirror the look that your's reflect.
You make the mornings easier and the nights warmer.
You make the journeys shorter and the fumes bearable.
You make it worthwhile.
My thumb feels sore from the endless hours of silly anecdotes i can not remember if only to keep you close by.
I cd listen to you breath and that too would be fine.
You make me dreamy.
You make me think of white dresses and bells.
Of flowers and happily ending tales.
You make me laugh that i forget how grim it can be.
You make me lose myself enough to think that am tall as to reach the stars.
You make me believe i cd pluck them and present you with their brilliance even when it competes with yours and sadly loses.
With your hand in mine,the trench that carries the murky rain water looks like a clear spring stream.
The ugliness it embodies is lost to me and in it's place,i see colour and light and butterflies.
Peeling paint has never looked more beautiful,
Or the trail of water down a wall more fetching.
Chipped wooden table tops take on magnificence.
When you look at me..,
So infinitely.

Yesterday

Yesterday,
I gazed at a lover's face across mine.
Juxtaposed,
Emotions reflected one onto the other.
Oh,i thought the cold night air was fine.
As twilight of dawn dawned into dusk and further.
Little lovers' laughs trilled and trailed off into the distance.
They grazed the wind and softly whispered off,
Taking the time with them.
Stealing the hours that never last.
Muted groans lost in soft bites leaving hickeys on shoulders and warmth in satiated hearts.
Hearts beat loudly,faster,now slower as it now ended then started then ended thunderously.

Yesterday,
Words mingled with the silence as
The silence startet the words.
Words echoed off the walls and settled in a shabby heap.
On the telly,they lay,unmoving..unflipped.
They stayed huddled together against the cold.
They stayed in the corners and clang to the eaves.
The words took yesterday.
Yesterday left with the words when today made it's presence felt.

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