Dancing

The music fades in
and my whole world begins
vibrating
to the strings
being plucked
in my heart

Time – in beautiful duty – moves
and we follow –
enthusing

taking pleasure in
the velvety moves

looking into eyes
that won’t be here
forever

man is mortal –
the silent noise of heart beats
is but a time:
why not dance to it?

Why not revel?
Why not
close your eyes to the storm (&)
let the rain kiss you
?

Why not
drink of the flowers
close your eyes to the bee (&)
let the nectar seep in
?

Time – in dutiful beauty – stops
as I hold the hands of my princess
and allow the sweet dance
to sweep me into the
intensity of now

the depth of the moment
the beauty of the here –
the now!

Life is just life –
sweetly steady –
unchangeable as it goes
I end deranged in attempts
to change it

soI stop

I stop trying to live
and I embrace life –
I stop trying to not make
mistakes as I dance:
how else will I learn?
I stop trying to live
perfectly
… for can I?

so

I move my feet to the tunes that I hear
burrowed, buried deep…
swinging, swaying
stepping to melodies
of a different drummer:
my beating heart –

The music fades out
and my whole world applauds
the dance of life has ended

A certain joy haunts me sweetly as I lie:
I did more than clap, I danced
I did more than fall, I learned
I did more than be, I lived!

so I take a bow!

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© Princely Hope Glorious, 2009

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Afrika, The Baobab!

Afrika - like a baobab - big and strong:
Outwardly withering away
Inwardly refreshed and renewed -
day by day...
The scorching heat of the unending sun -
The crazy storms of life -
The poverty in greenness -
drought all around;
But Afrika, the Baobab, never dies!
Filled with enough water to last all droughts...
...with a beauty uniquely your own...
...lone...misunderstood...underappreciated;
yet alive and strong!
An unspoilt virgin: Afrika, the beautiful!
Now, as the sun sets behind you
A beautiful silhouette of dry twigs - stretched out -
like a maze of a million lifted hands is all that's left!
The dark has come. All is gone.
But the strength in you remains - my Afrika!
The heat! Storms! Droughts!
You remain beautifully you: My Afrika!

Beauty - it's what's inside!!!

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© Princely Hope Glorious, 2008
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Alone, Just Alone

When the lips of time
Are kissed by solitude
Loneliness
Fades into
Loveliness
!!

Time is starry-eyed when
It looks into her face –
Passion
Burns to
Nectarine dreams
!!

The mind is freed
By that divine kiss
To roam
The streets of
The immaterial
!!

The eye is bent
By the afterglow
It turns to
Look deeply
To the soul
!!

The soul is sole solace
Thus, man was made for solitude
!!

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© Princely Hope Glorious, 2009

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Another Clan of Futile Dreamers

Stuck here,
beneath the floor of heaven,
looking wishfully at the stars –
lust is thrust upon us
at the sight of their light;
and with the pen,
we transform our dreams
into a sweet string
of words.

Then we beam with delight –
as we dream of their light –
while what they’re made of fades
as if blazed by our gaze.
But we remain!
Comforted each
by our abilities to capture life:

to capture life with “effortless” clarity
to find the world by withdrawing from it
to string our dreams, and
to share them with a world that crowns us
“Judge” and “Lord!”

Beneficiaries of a deep pride –
a certain certainty of ourselves –
nested in our capacities to listen:

to listen to the muffled murmurs of nature
to speak silence sweetly
to search solemnly within, and bless without
to tame the bestial beauty of the mind,
and of the pen

We –
with our dream machines that write:

another clan of futile dreamers (?)

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© Princely Hope Glorious, 2009

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The Poet's Romance

Backpacking in the break of dawn
hold your hand in a silent storm,
with you I can rule a mountain,
hold you tight for I am certain
we can stand the raging clouds,
make peace with the bliss of nature.

Kiss you on rugged a cliff,
walk you through a silent reef.
We will make our throne on soft moss,
crown you with white roses
splash the stars on all your hair,
count the freckles on your cheeks.

We can sleep below the moon
wait for love to rescue us.
We will dance in the wind with angels,
have feasts with snow and honey.
We will laugh at all the danger,
fill the world with pounds of joy.

With you I can forever be
anything you want me to.
Take a step away from reality,
and be a part of my imagination,
for I have glimpsed at paradise.

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©2009, Denis Mwarania
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