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Mapula the rain goddess.

Mapula the rain maker,
In her adorable gallant strides,
A firm détente sashay, erotic and angelic
A perfect sybarite personification, aye y’all.
In hers ostentation aura, reminds aya of divine serenity
Less we forget the sartorial elegance of a rain princess
Less I forget the eye of a love making mantis, kill to chow.

Mapula the rain goddess, it never rains, it pours!!

With Love,

Richard.



A socialite heart and soul, the perfect person to ever know as a friend.

foreign tongues

i look for that chi, the centre

epitomizing my worldly calling

fueling my pilgrimage desire to mount sinai

aloft the gallant masonry masterpieces

in crispy stencils reads

the eleventh commandment

thou shall not abandon…….?

nay’ man’ Kai, I wonder no more!

Love

Richard

Richard uncensored, unknown, unexplainable... a moment of emotions. here now later on!

Anaika Saint Louis

Anaika.. .. oh dear Anaika

Though we never knew you

You was a fairly, an angel

Your deep faith in the lord, Anaika

The strength you exhibited in your hour of need

In heartbreaks and moving stories, your strength

Was a beacon of hope for the Hopeless, Your Faith

A Rock for the souls resting on quick Sand. 

A Saint, today you are Saint Anaika Louis

We'll celebrate your 11 years here on earth Saint Anaika Louis  

You are now with the Lord, no more pain in Paradise

"Tribute to a Little 11 year old girl from Haiti, Buried waist down under tons of concrete slabs. Defied death and defeat. Rested her faith inthe Lord, Displayed heroism no other human has ever inspired me to live more and apprexciate life, than Anaika. She passed on two days later "Jan 16 2010 " after been succesfully freed from the rumble of the quake. The Lord took her as He needed her more in Heaven."

A perfect soul

She takes My breath Away.

All the words of all the heavens and the outer space, None BUT Gillian

Take a walk sweet angel.

I sit here and watch her lost eyes
Flickering with the disco ball
A hundred globes round a merry go
I see the shadow of her bonnet covering the eyes
Yet a hundred globe lights will not outshine her star
In stealth mode I read her minds, keystrokes by stroke
I feel her soul wailing and mourning, She want to go
She want to be in a journey of a million light years
Her heart is strong and fighting the vices of the globe lights
The Echo of the buffers and the swagger and sways of street walkers
They fill the place and reminiscent the recreating of the red lights
In a way, I tell myselfThis is right, in a way
I want the music to stop for her
I want the lights to dim and watch the glitter of her eyes
I want the echoes of wailing and mourning from her soul to stop
I have a fifty in my wallet, it too much to pay the price
I will, if I can give her the fifty, Pledge to pay the bearer in demand
I cannot, her pal tell me o’er the moon, she is fresh
She won’t be a street walker, but this is a brothel
A silent prayer for her is all I do; hopefully she will get to walk dear Lord.
Take a walk sweet angel.


Love
Richard

~~~Writen on a crowded smokey Brothel in Hillbrow Jo'burg, for a young beautiful Zimbabwean Lady ~~~~

Worst Poetry

She is venomous and sultry and beautiful and ugly
Her overflowing voluptuous sultry silhouettes her truth
Snow flakes and dandruffs on an old rag
Herself only knows why old rags cleans best
Do not hold me back little snake
Venom spewing in your quiver
Fangs raised to destroy and banish

Love
Richard

...from an old Love gone sour, old men doth conquer with dundrufs and all.. or is it sour grapes?

A Minute with Time

Together with this intrepid time, with…
These rolling hills freckled with almighty brown earth, with...
These gracious ever green valleys freckled with vines, with...
This misty spring life splendor freckled with morning dew, with...
These dreams of energy freckled with positive minds
These times are my times freckled with happiness
These are your moments too...

Tic Toc Tic… Savor it passionately my beloveds.
Its is only a moment!

Love
Richard

Letter to Gatonye

To my dearest Gatonye

I embrace this moment with compasion my dear Gatonye,
As I write to you this letter
Accept my Love and best regards to you wherever you are.
Before I rumble here, I wish you the best in life
And your family, Most importantly to your two daughters
Jamie and Gillian. May the lord almighty bless them abudantly in all seasons.
My very Love to your ever smiling Martha, a tulip in winter.
A rock where your house lays its very foundation
A Lover's humility, compassion and all the nice words of the world
A deseart oasis in sand storms, where water floweth year round.
The very begining of charity and hope and happiness.
I truelly can write more but time will not allow,

Love
Richard


...to be continued

Gillian's Little White Shirt

Gillians little white shirt was on the line last night
Free styling on every whoosh of the wind
Snow white soft and and free


I cant get enough of Gillian's little white shirt.

Love
Richard

~~Gillian's tiny outfits just does it for me, I love you Whispersnapper~~~

Shanganess Park

I look for words dear Blanca
A sigh of not relief but
An avalanche of memoirs, mostly the joyous celebrations
Magical moments resonating over these ragged minds
Not long time ago, your word was a world to my soul
It is now silhouetted shadows of distance battle fields.
Like a bronzed statuettes of yesterday foot soldiers
Mine on a rock scribbled Anta Habibi Shanganess!
Tweeting birds tweets merrily while they shit on my chiseled shoulders.
I’m only a vagrant in your immaculate green lawns
Allow me peasant to lay in a piece of your heroin’s corner
In loving memory, write your words in stencil
Across my broad shoulders, here lay the Sword eternal
And eternal will I smile in rain wind and the summer heat.



Love
Richard

~~Allowing those special to be with the other guy and wanting to not let go, better sleep tight on a cold cold Cementry named after her~~~

Blog I run nemore

remember the days I was your sundowner and the dew in your mornings.
the days when hot flashes were on me, you reigned supreme.
I gave you my anger hate to love.
I run onto you hoping to get pity my friend.
Today sunny, we are even and I still Love you more
Its just the otherday, I said, its a comeback.

Love
Richard

Lord Jesus I need you in my Life

The night before
My knee felt the cold earth
as I thanked my creator the Lord of Lords
I said hither, lord make me a new creation
He said nothing,
That night, he sent me angels
I spent a whole lot of time with angels showing me the way
Lord, I need you more, send the angels again all the days of my life.

Lord Jesus I need you in my Life

stop that

If u are matching, stop matching
if you are fighting, stop fighting
if you are doing anything, stop anything
if you are walking away, stop walking away

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

Where the skies are dotted with freckles
sky blues and golden
where no albatross or a swan or even a sparrow
knows home than I do
Where the wind is calm and gentle
where the delicate lilies frolic
where there is no mans or even womans land
where only you will be at home
With a troop of Guarding angles
Ready for battle on your command

Will this be your home? if not, I'm sorry.

a life so much adored!

The smile you see on my face
is a feather of a beau bird
a feather so gently delicate n fragile
flung from an even beau wing
wing so swift it cuts the air
while I catch a breath
in my dreams as it flows
down a kaleidoscope n panoramic
waterfall only in paradise
swimming with golden white koi
swinging with crispy brown urang utang
blowing bubbles in perfect lines
lines I write here, not in a blog
but the story of my life..
holding me like a lover
n rocking me like a child
a story of storms and hail
avalanches n a million shattered fragile feathers
like the wake of a picture perfect scenario
based on creed race and religion
legions of chauvinist willing
whining, dined n wined.
the last line said…
a life so much adored!

I will write

Even though they take me away
forever enslaved, toiling for the crumbs
hands foots and mouth.
never knowing when it might pour again
for it’s hailing in my peace
I shall have it within my soul
to write again.
they can take all my time
but….my soul will be redeemed
from incarcerations of want
and…..
sherlock’s Shackles
I will write again brethrens.
hold thy peace eternal, I will write

i'm sorry, wont happen again

Its anger
She had to get the deptherA
Now i have to wait for four years
Four years wasted
Lastnight, i bite her
I wanted her so badly
she asked for her glass of wine
I spilt it and gave her a slap
i bit her cheek in anger
it felt good
I felt like trash,
i apologised
But today i punched her face again
I feel .......................
empty, looking for attention
why cant i have it like the jones

Oh happy day

Oh happy day
as beauty is crimson
or even lacy satin
blue berry or cranberry
quenching my eternal thirst
an eye candy so to speak
beauty who are you...?
if not, what a happy day you are.

The Believer

Said the devine business man
dressed to the holly nines
a pink suit, pointed shakespearian moccasins
complete on congolese python, poor thing
a black book of the goodness and niceties in hand
tie in neck, a neon noose, i said to myself, HA!
a ghost in a stale scripted horrendous pictography, HA!
in tranquil chill, he said again, come yee to me
i’m the way, the truth and the light
while the piano man serenaded
i with endless lyrics of sadness
my eyes pops off the sockets
the truth, the way and the light... come to you? HA!
Lord have mercy! my wailing for the brainwashed
a while ago…
they came in sheep’s skins
yet they were foxes.
a stella performance i applaud, who i’m i to follow..
the believer?