Know your place!

Ringless! Shame! Colour Shade Night! Boxed Us Many Know Your Place!

Booked! Three Ululations! Sweet Spice! Pfff!!! Us Part Many Know Your Place!

Sweetly spiced, I am coloured the shade of night, I desire my present perceived, un-boxed and un-ringed.

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The majestic jade in Saigon

She rises majestic.

Unbowed.

 

Gazing through lowered lashes, slowly she trundles.

Thorny brushes grab at her roughened-aged exterior

No match for her flat-footed pace! Remembered paces.

 

Slowly she trundles.

Majestic. Unbowed.

 

Beneath the cool vanilla peaks, slowly she trundles.

Majestic. Unbowed.

No match for her flat footed pace! She rises amongst the thorny brushes,

She rises where the sun married the Savannah, beneath the amarula trees.

 

Beneath the acacias, she is bowed.

By the city that suns itself, she stumbles.

Bowed.

 

Gazing through lowered lashes, atop the baked-brown-earth slowly she stumbles.

Three ululations bow her,

with the conquering lengths of their darkened barrels,

amongst the brazen dry blades of the Savannah, she stumbles.

 

Knees bent, her roughened exterior gives way.

Three ululations, she is bowed.

Gazing through raised-tear-stained lashes, she stumbles.

She is bowed in the crimson hue of the Savannah.

 

Away from the crimson hue of the Savannah,

her stark ivory trinkets adorn the majestic jade in Saigon!

Still rising in the Savannah

1 00N 38 00E the steel snake slithered away from the brine waters in search of the hidden pearl;

Its fangs barred like a buck-toothed trident; shackling, constricting and manacling.All the while the rat incisors gnawed away!

Six and three the sun married the savannah, the city sunned itself beneath the acacias… Whistling Hakuna Matata!

The lions and the giraffes are on safari touring the glass and steel views.

 

Tall and dark! Oozing machismo! Noses flaring, blanketing everything in smog! 24 spindly fingers clenching and squeezing, all the while spitting false platitudes.

Twenty and two warm custard deserts rising; sweet aromas filing the air.

Golden brown crusts, hot, steaming, scalding 24 spindly fingers! Letting go! Soft scooped vanilla peaks 5199 free, still rising but bittered by limes!

Three ululations is all I got?

Riririri! whoop! yippee!

Three ululations is all I got, not five, three.

I was one of the many, so I guess I was enough.

Sweet as spice, coloured by the night, unboxed, I was enough.

Three ululations – riririri! whoop! yippee!

Stretching the length of growing shins.

Sweet rings circle spiced boxes coloured by the night,

One of the many but no longer enough.

Circular, over-booked and ringless, not enough.

Three ululations vibrate the depths of my night shaded body

I am one of the many, I was once enough.

No longer enough, sorry to be one of the many.

Three ululations distant as my past;

My present perceived, unboxed and un-ringed.

Sweetly spiced and coloured by the shade of night.

I am one of the many but no longer sorry – three ululations is what I had riririri! whoop! yippee!

Wangari Maathai

I know you are unbowed, but I will bend you to my will.

I will stretch your strength until the hunger at freedom corner bows you

I know you are unbowed, but I will eat you from the inside out;

I will permeate every cell. No matter how high the Kennedy airlifts take you,

I will bow you.

I know you are unbowed, I know you will not cower;

you with your fully breathing trees and your pitiful rallying cries,

I will bow you.

I have bowed your opined craziness and your many firsts,

your 50 accolades I have broken into 71 million pieces.

I will bow you, I have bowed you, I am bowed by you!

Puppies at my feet

…waking up to the silence of the after-morning rush, that perfect moment,

that moment before the sun takes full flight, I gently shift my numb feet, my eyes closed, careful to let sleeping dogs lie.

… too late … that silent moment as his gently smell of his coffee tickles my mind awake, as the dawn is reluctantly retreating, I am nudged awake.

A pattering of paws on my chest, a soft whimper of love… the sweetness of a cool nose on my cheek, loyal loving eyes waiting for mine to emerge from their hiding spot… that quiet moment, with puppies at my feet.

Your Justice!

I stood in line, let the scorching sun beat me down

to give you power, you swallowed it greedily, hungrily.

Now you repose on scented pillows, seeking the relief of your cooled trappings

While I sit at your feet and beg for scraps … I should be so lucky!

This is the price I pay for justice, your justice.

My raggedy pockets hide from your claws searching for every bead of sweat.

I give it freely, forcibly, unknowingly, cheerily, all for your scented existence.

My diseased body falters, no matter… manicured hands tend to your slightly sore wrist

My sweaty armpits and tired smelly feet keeping your wrist glued to your nose.

This is justice, your justice!

Your full pregnant belly eyes me cheekily, speaking a loud hello to my fetid hungry breath.

My foul smell and rumbling stomach offend you, I shy away in shame.

My questioning mind is dulled by your absence; your haughty stare all but silences me

I stretch my aching back, bent by my herculean efforts to let you stand on it,

This is the price I pay for justice?

NO MORE!