By: Thabi Moeketsi The dancing mango leaves have suddenly changed into Goliaths. Minutes before Pontso had laughed and played, peace all around. She looks up and screams, “HELP ME LORD.” It’s breakfast time but Pontso Modike is miles away from…
By: James Aitchison Fear not for the children.The wheel spinsand gives new soulsnew paths to walk.Every life is taken from this earthat an appointed timeas part of its eternal series.The younger life is often taken first,because it has ascended faster…
By: Dennis Vannatta Gus Penders had been born and raised and at the age of fifty-nine still lived in the Belle Harbor section of Queens, New York, but he felt set apart from other natives of the area due to…
By: Mahathi THE LITTLE THIEFDon’t stop but pamper Him, that prowler slyToddling with grace towards your kitchen door.Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!That thief, the worlds don’t hate but sure adore,Now there inside scooping butter and cheese.But lo…
By: Ramlal Agarwal Jawaharlal Nehru was an aristocrat: a connoisseur, a lover of luxury and beauty. And yet, he was a democrat to his fingertips and rarely mixed parliamentary sessions. Mahatma Gandhi chose him as Prime Minister of India because…
By: Frances Leitch Sea Gift Sea – giver of lifeSea that delights as waters splashSea that fills children’s heartswith merrimentSea that carries shellsfor them to shoreSea that sings a songwith the windRoars like a lionessand cries not butAlways gives the…
By: Dmitry Blizniuk The ineffable…I’ve walked into your trap.I went to a spring late at nightand froze like a armless statue in the middle of an autumn garden.What should I do? Should I grab with my teeth the knotty pencils…
By: Steven Bruce The Night, Full of Impossibilities That the cold lips of nightwould emit some insight. That the coffee could stay hotand poems would write themselves. That our eyes could be awake forever. That our burdens and regretswould be…
By: Ken W. Simpson Sailing A lonely boat in an angry oceanrolling with the wavesheaving and shedding the seasdiving deep and risingsurging towards a calmer haven. ### The Detritus of Evolution Distant echoes of familiar placesblurred and aged by timeof…
By, Karen Lee Stradford Lillian Maria-You’re the first personto show metrue love,teach meto respect myself,othersand worship God. My best friend-It’s difficult to express exactlyhow much you mean to me.Somehow, no adjective seems suitable.You’re a proud lady who knowsshe’s blessedand leads…