It’s over now

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It’s over now

The sluice gates were opened wide

Filling the river with tears that I cried

 

You hovered for a while

Not wanting to leave me like this

So you turned and gave me a final kiss

 

Still you keep coming back

In my thoughts, and into my dreams

Your face, reflected in the sun beams

 

Though it’s over now

There’s a special place for you in my heart

Even though we’ll now and forever be apart

 

The music  will still linger on

It is the language of our souls

It permeates far beyond our controls

 

I’m so glad that I had this dance with you.

The leveler

In the amazing world of blogging, you stumble on words that move or inspire you and that’s what happened when I read the work of george agak from
Sliver of Darkness. Something he said, inspired me to challenge him to write a poem on what he had said and I would do the same. So thanks to George, I wrote “Something happened”  which you can find here: https://chevvy8.com/2017/02/25/something-happened/  His take on what each new day brings  is right here in: “The Leveller” Enjoy and we both welcome your comments. Please check out George’s blog as well. Chevvy.

Sliver of Darkness

I want to write
But the strange thing about words is
They slip through the mesh of your mind
flooding your judgment
With imperfections
Poor diction here,
You should have used imagery there,
This poem is too basic!
You killed your success
Before it could escape the jaws of perfection
For fear of rejection
You detoured from your destination
And sought opinions and corrections
Before fusion
Of words with purpose
now you’ve stagnated
Your own growth
But like a traveler in the midst of a desert
Craves a drop of water
We all crave a drop of inspiration
When pages lay blank
When poems remain letters
Without purpose nor destination
Then you remember we’ve all had these words
The perfect artist has them
The sorry poet has them
The same
Levelers
Of creation
And then the wind blew
We all loved the cool breeze
But someone made a windmill
And…

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Sunday coming down

Ah yes – we’re back to that time of the week when we wake up from that afternoon nap, prepare children for school, soak in that relaxing bath, draw the curtains or close the blinds or do whatever rocks your boat in preparation for a smooth week ahead. It’s past 6p.m. down South and remember that you can listen to this when your sun comes down.

Today, I have chosen favourite songs of R&B and smooth jazz from my collection of musicians whose names begin with “G” Enjoy! ✨❤️💖❤️💓💓💖💖✨

On the Beach: Cancun-Mexico

For those who tell you that Cancun is a piece of paradise, believe them – it’s true. It is indeed awesome when you have an excuse to work amidst such scenic beauty. As usual though, I only got a glimpse of the pleasure since my colleague and I were attending a conference there. I guess there is no need to complain if you almost sit on the beach while having breakfast every morning. Who would feel like working after this though?

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Cancun is certainly paradise for beach lovers and sun worshippers. I find its fine white beach sands and its translucent blue waters very alluring and very exotic compared with our own rolling surfing waves. Cancun is heaven for outdoor enthusiasts, history buffs and thrill-seekers. Add to the scene this sunrise:

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And a stroll on the beach:

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We stayed at the beautiful Moon Palace. One of the great surprises for me was to find that my room had a Spa bath in the centre of the room. I had the perfect mood music to accompany such luxury.

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Less than two hours from Cancun is the Sian Kaan Biosphere Reserve, a protected, unspoiled  natural wonderland. It also has one of the world’s largest coral reefs, and the Mesoamerican Barrier Reef System which is located in the Caribbean waters off the shores of the Yucan Peninsula.

I love historical sites and would have loved to see the old Mayan ruins but time did not allow. Here is a picture of  Chichén Itzá. It is a world-famous complex of Mayan ruins on Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula. A massive step pyramid known as El Castillo dominates the 6.5-sq.-km. ancient city, which thrived from around 600 A.D. to the 1200s. Graphic stone carvings survive at structures like the ball court, Temple of the Warriors and the Wall of the Skulls.

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The little time we had, we spent shopping for music (not complaining about that) and visiting the local market which sold beautiful Mexican cotton shirts.

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I’d say this is another honeymoon destination, not one I could easily afford if I had to pay for it. Still, I always believe that there is no harm in dreaming. In the meanwhile, I think Chris Rea’s “On the Beach” is an apt conclusion. Thank you for reading and dreaming with me.

Something happened

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I was a dusty, weary wayfarer

bruised and limping on bare feet

The night had been far too long

my heart, stone-heavy and dark

 

But something happened

 

The first rays of the sun sneaked in

carefully bathing my sullied skin

Fresh winds untangled my hair

and I found you sitting right there

 

Yes, something happened

 

Though strangers, we were kindred spirits

perhaps I was taller, but only in height

On this new day, we both had a chance

to brush the soot off our chimney-souls

 

I know that something happened

 

It always does when a new sun rises

filling us with unexpected surprises

No matter our distinction and persuasion

the new day levels for us a new haven

 

Something happened to us today

 

Another chance to stand, start afresh

another moment to fall back in love

with life itself and our own raison d’être

It’s ours now, let’s absolve their blame.

 

Something is happening to all of us today.

 

 

Torch and a Spear

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We were like two ships

Passing through the night

My perfume in the breeze

Yours, with smoke-filled trees

 

You made me pause

For a moment–

Inhale memories long forgotten,

Though occasional visitors

 

But I’ve tasted and drunk

Enough damp midnight air

Not to want to go back there.

Walk with me  for awhile

 

Come and gaze through my window

Take a look at your possibility

To share the fragrance with me

And leave that stale air behind

 

The shore is not too far

If you take the dive with me

I have a torch, you have a spear

Together– we have nothing to fear!