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Within my soul, within my mind,
There lies a place I cannot find.
Home of my heart. Land of my birth......
Smoke-coloured stone and flame-coloured earth.
Electric skies. Shivering heat,
Blood-red clay beneath my feet.

At night when finally alone,
I close my eyes - and I am home.....
I kneel and touch the blood-warm sand
And feel the pulse beneath my hand
Of an ancient life too old to name,
In an ancient land too wild to tame.

How can I show you what I feel?
How can I make this essence real?
I search for words in dumb frustration
To try and form some explanation,
But how can heart and soul be caught
In one-dimensional written thought?

If love and longing is a fire
And man consumed by his desire,
Then this love is no simple flame
That mortal thought can hold or tame.
As deep within the earth's own core
The love of home burns evermore.

But what is Home? I hear them say.....
This never was yours anyway.
You have no birthright to this place,
Descendant from another race.
An immigrant? A pioneer?
You are no longer welcome here.

Whoever said that love made sense?
"I love" is an imperfect tense.
To love in vain has been man's fate,
From history to present date.
I have no grounds for dispensation,
I know I have no home or nation.

For just one moment in the night
I am complete, my soul takes flight.
For just one moment....then it's gone
And I am once again undone.
Never complete. Never whole.
White Skin and an African soul.....

I love this poem...

Lindy xx

lovely Lindy:

Jac XX

((hugs))

Lindy xx

Hi Lindy what a lovely poem. Do you know who wrote it, or the background to it?? xx

fgs I need to go lie down, the author is in the title,,

Blue eyes

The ladies name is Michele Frost and she is still alive and kicking...

The background is very difficult to explain unless you are a South African born and bred and have lived the African way of life...

Lindy ;))))))))))))

lol...blue
;)

Never mind Blue Eyes, lol

Those are lovely words by Michele Frost.

Lindy, I hope I am not saying something out of turn here, and haven't missed something already, been wondering about your Mum and how she is getting on, is she still in NZ or have I got this completely wrong and am mixing you up with someone else?

Lizx

I like this one as well :

Blurry visions of a perfect tomorrow get clearer by the day,
There is hope in what tomorrow will display.
Visions based on fallen soldiers' words
their dreams build hope

South Africa, breathe on this patriotic commitment,
Motivate my vision,
My consciousness:
Make me a catalyst.

Unity sutures the battered body of this nation
But only in action:
Unity needs you and I to join hands
Let's heal yesterday's wounds together,
Give purpose to empty, needy palms.

Let's all be orphans to apartheid and seek a solution
Let's all be children of revolution.
A country for all:
Together we stand, divided we fall.
A country for all.

If I could plant my words as seeds
In tomorrow's soil
I would water them with hope and ambition
And grow wide crops of my vision
To feed my people's minds.

My words would be eaten
By those who hunger for more than just existence.

My words would be nutrients
Serving as growth's blueprints.

My words to the soul
Would be like sunrise to one's eyes
A promise of sunlight

Seeds rise to feed the soul
Forget not your purpose:

Erase misery's bonds
Overflow into cups of pleasant times
Feed my nation on fruits of thought:
The taste of endless possibilities.


Mayihlome Tshwete was born in South Africa in 1982. He never had the opportunity to be a child because of the racial problems in the country and his parents' involvement in trying to change the system. Mayihlome had to learn at a young age to be mature and to find a way to deal with all the pressures of the apartheid system. His poems, although some touching on very discouraging issues, are also a sign of great passion and hope for the country now having overcome many obstacles but having many still looming ahead. Mayihlome wrote these poems in honor of his father, a freedom fighter and government minister, Steve "Thangana" Tshwete. Steve Tshwete was imprisoned with Nelson Mandela and other political prisoners on Robbin Island before the end of apartheid. These poems are published in a book of his poetry Road from Now.

Morning all
just ran in to wish you all a happy day
and then i'll soon be on my way
Just to leave you with a thought
like a ball friendship can be cought

Start with a dozen smiles
And a pint of pleasant days,
A heaping cup of happiness
And tablespoons of praise.
Stir in lots of sugar
But be sure to add some spice,
A handful of good humor
Always makes things extra nice.
Mix it all together
Til you get a perfect blend
And you'll have something special ~
A once in a Lifetime Friend!

Morning Liz,

Thanks for asking after my Mum. I can't get her out of my mind and am very worried. Mum is still in New Zealand for now.

We have not received any further news since appealing for a waiver, as she failed her latest medical exams.

Meanwhile the clock ticks on and November is just around the corner.

Lindy xx

Nudge for Liz

Thanks Lindy, did see this earlier but no time to respond. I wish I could offer some words of comfort re your poor Mum's predicament but just hope her luck changes and she is able to stay.

Lizx