NaPoWriMo: Day 10

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

So let me sow, 

And tomorrow reap.

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

So kiss me goodnight in the morning, 

Before you depart for the seas deep. .  

But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

So break my heart now,

And spare yourself witness weep. 

First two lines lifted from: Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Arlana Panduleni Shikongo 

NaPoWriMo: Day 9

   Be-wed me Death

Red roses lay flourishing in her palms,
Crimson blood dripping down to a bible, open at psalms.
Vivid blue eyes stare empty at the ancient pillars of the church,
On her pallid bridal gown a black crow is perched.

Surprise to my eyes, her stone cold corpse broken,
Emotions shaken; of the rest won't be spoken.
Jesus looks down on her from his pedestal, a cross,
Blood trickling from his thorn crown as a tear for his loss.

Just a moment, a minute, a second it was,
Before bride and groom declared, "I does".
Golden loops on fingers lighting up the room;
Before walked in a loving criminal with a gun, shooting "BOOM!"

NaPoWriMo: Day 8

The green grass stood prickly,
(This sounds a little cliche),
Saw a squirrel, so smile I cheekily,
As it pawed and trotted away.

The oak tree rained acorns,
(My words seem disdain).
The clunk on head hit like a thorn,
but was mummed by the choo choo of train.

The train tracks tat-tat,
(Nonsensical lyrics I sprout);
Breeze hits my shoulder with a vicious pat,
As the sound concoction carries me out.

Now in blue sky, green park and sallow sun i sit,
(Ray's reflection blinding my eye),
While border-collar puppies suckle a tit,
And the wind brushed my skirt from my thigh.

NaPoWriMo: Day 7

   Crimson

The under-laying shade to her skin,
With ginger hair, so fine and thin.
Did not very much match her blue eyes,
The red on her pale cheeks, a thick disguise.

Her maw more similar to a burgundy tint,
But the traces of red were slightly a hint,
Of the red that ran through her stiffened stone veins,
for the dales in which her country fought pains.

Oh land of vines,
Oh land of wines,
Why let the ginger fight,
So the Red Nile can further glisten in the light?

The under-laying shade to her skin,
With ginger hair, so fine and thin.
With red lip, red hair, red eye,
Red veins, red blood, red thigh.




So let him reign on land for him, son,
She was the woman we called Crimson.

NaPoWriMo: Day 6

 For the Blue Bird

Blue bird pray
That the green aura of the amazon stays,
After fumes and gas and acid rain linger,
Let the undergrowth of your habitat remain ginger.
Let the violet rays of the sun beam through,
After earth changes course from old to anew,
That your wings in fresh breeze may sway,
Oh blue bird pray.

Arlana Panduleni Shikongo

NaPoWriMo: Day 5

    Happens

Sometimes,
something happens and you know:
it's meant to be
you're meant to feel.
The tears, they're meant to heal
The wounds happiness leaves you with,
when it slips away.
Like grains of sand
falling over foot printed paths
to hide what was.
But there are moments so great,
beyond what you've ever felt
or ever thought you could feel
for someone different.
These memories are,
imprinted onto your soul;
passing from body to body
over the year by years.
A memory that keeps
for a lifetime.
That makes a face smile
and two eyes cry,
and a broken heart break,
make it shatter,
like glass.


Arlana Panduleni Shikongo

NaPoWriMo: Day 4

The black man a'runnin with the sweat down his face,
See the black man a'runnin with the sweat down his face,
'Cause the white man tryna catch him fast in his chase.

Sand stones prod the skin when the wrath of them hits,
I say, Sand stones prod the skin when the wrath of them hits.
Now my black man, crying in a corner sits.

Take up my rifle to shoot shells at these men,
I'm gon' take up my rifle to shoot shells at these men.
Independent black woman, myself I can fend.

The blood lay warm under these cold white sheets
Conceal the bodies of white men under cold white sheets,
I gon' let the blood run down and bathe my bare feets.

Trepidation have me sittin' under in a tavern,
Can you see me and trepidation under in this a tavern?
While my black man ashes to dust in this cheap ash urn.

Bar man pour that whiskey straight onto the ice,
I cry, 'Bar man pour that whiskey straight onto the ice'
Say, the stench and burn for my loneliness will suffice.


Arlana Panduleni Shikongo
                                                                           


Prompt: The traditional blues song is the 12-bar blues, in which all the lyrics basically boil down to any number of three line stanzas in which two lines are more or less repeated, followed by a third line.

The Past Few weeks/days

Firstly, I'm glad to be a part of NaPo. The thing is; I'm alot more motivated because I really enjoy poetry, and when I write it, the words and ideas just flow, unlike NaNo (I get writer's block).
...Yes, so, so far it's been great. I haven't needed prompts yet but I'm sure that I'll make use of them at some point. Today's poem was inspired by the prompt to write an Epithalamium. I decided to just write about something close to a wedding scene instead. :) I feel like it went well.
Whenever I write a poem I think about what I need to add, so that, if someone possibly publishes a collection of my poems long after my death, students like myself can find something in there to analyse and question and perhaps learn a little bit of me with every poem. I think I've learned to incorporate this sufficiently.

On a more personal note; life seems to have changed since i turned 17. I feel like the world carries a different air, and I carry a different ambiance. I feel slightly more matured. Not much has changed: there is still the 7th grade type of drama dragging along my side, there is still my isolation at home, however, I feel like I've somewhat learned to drift well in this forlorn setting. The statement, "Headphones in, World out" makes a lot more sense now. I feel like music is the only thing that has really been keeping me going over the last few weeks. Emotionally, these weeks have been hard. Hahha. Yeah, I found out a lot I didn't really want to know, I've been fighting with a friend. Urghhh. Friend fights.. silly. Perhaps I should get into a bit more detail about this.

On a Friday night out, celebrating my birthday, a friend confronted me and made a statement that well... offended me. Being the person I am, my first response was, well, anger. So, I tugged her on the jacket and sprouted some hurtful words. Indeed I did, and I'm not proud. I did apologize, ofcourse... however, I did not apologize for what I said because I still stand by every word I said. I apologized for the violent act.
Anyway.. Seems she's not talking to me. It's hurtful, yes, however, I kind of don't care. I sort of feel as though there is a more mature way to go about everything and if this is how she chooses to deal with the situation then perhaps it is better we keep our distance? ... I'm really looking to surround myself with positive, more mature people. I mean, my friends are mature, definitely. It's just that I sometimes feel as though they act like children, purposely. I do too (what a hypocrite), which is why I want to be around more mature people, so some of it can rub off on me.

Anywhoo. - This is getting way to personal now.
A short briefing on life at the moment:
I got the lead role in a small production, I'm excited and nervous and stressed, all at the same time. There's tons to be done and learned in a very short span of time.
I've started exercising more regularly now and my body feels great. Yes, I am tired and aching, however, the release of 'happy hormones' as I call them, has been good on me.
I love my new camera. I can't help but take pictures all day of everything. My flickr is finally continuosly active which is majorly exciting. I'm excited to share my passion.
On the downside, the workload in school has been piling up and I've been slacking. I have a ton to do and a ton to catch up (and writing this right now is wasting my time :/) .. but I'm confident that I can do it all.
I chose an overseas summer vacation over a new phone for my birthday. So now I'm sitting with this tiny phone, which I hate, which at this very moment (for the last 5 days actually) has refused to send texts. Now I'm even more lonely than before.

As you can see, I'm more uplifted and spirited lately. I haven't cried in awhile, even while Taylor Swift was playing while I took my bath. I'm proud.

Things are pretty dandy at the moment. Let's see what tomorrow blows over... - Leaves change.

PS ;)

NaPoWriMo: Day 3

   Of Veils and Nuptials 

Neatly the strands are caught up
In a doughnut shaped figure
At the top of the cranium
Of a woman whose face hides
unidentifiable, under a veil. 

                               

Tightly the lips of a pale figure
Are pressed,
covered in red muck 
That mannequins apply to find
Male figures and a veil. 

Golden shines the halo around her finger
Symbolising a bended knee and a movie scene,
Of rolling hills, and fresh air, and serenity
And smiles, and laughs, and cries
Of a moment veiled in awe.

Eagerly chimes a voice
Across the Basilica
Alive with proud relatives,
Of the mannequin who stands and cries
“Yesss!!”, hidden under a veil. 

Arlana Panduleni Shikongo

NaPoWriMo: Day 2

 Let Run Rain

Let run rain
On a dewey day,
When the sun strains skin
With ultraviolet ray. 

Let run rain
On the glowey Sabbatum  noon,
When the posies sway in the breeze,
As the butterflies emerge the cacoon.

Let run rain
On a moonlit night,
when the clouds scatter far
As the jet’s surface reflects light. 

Let run rain,
on the face of the pained,
When ardour is broken,
As a heart is drained.


Arlana Panduleni Shikongo