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All Rights Reserved Zena Edwards©zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-26904392337159434852013-02-14T20:16:00.004+00:002013-02-14T20:19:12.374+00:00Release the Passion Day - 14th Feb<span class="userContent" style="font-size: large;">Love is abound.<br /> For some, its veiled.<br /> For others, it dances between their eye contact.<br /> <br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> Our hearts see it, even when no-one is looking<br /> Flirting with possibility, winking at a connection<br /> Proposing a moment of shy, face aching smiles, <br /> Hot flashes, engulfing your blood<br /> Reminding you<br /> You<br /> Are<br /> Alive.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-size: x-small;">- Zena Edwards©</span></span></span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-80554698296395620992013-01-10T20:39:00.002+00:002013-01-11T02:08:35.897+00:00Solutions To Insomnia 1<span style="font-size: large;">the app i downloaded for my ipad</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is all about the sounds of nature</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">birds </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in copper, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">forest and mantis green</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mountain ranges haggle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with my night<span style="font-size: large;"> rus<span style="font-size: large;">tl</span>ing</span> thoughts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that bartered and made a pact with insomnia</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">put her to sleep and let her have the moment</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">just moment of unbroken peace</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So the cyber sparrows chirrup</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and the hollow wind is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a quieter white noise</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the app is effective in drowning the deficit</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of peaceful open air camping</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">which is the real dream</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zena Edwards© </span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-47445494318502094132013-01-10T20:25:00.005+00:002013-01-11T00:50:43.835+00:00Wait. Take a Moment<span style="font-size: large;">Attaching yourself to people</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">who cannot love you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is not a madness, a sickness</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">or stupidity</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">it is being unaware</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of your own need for compassion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for the pain that rings about your ears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that you swat away, falcon-eyed on</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your new prey</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the one you chose to love, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">mistaken</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">the impasse is blue rubble</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you sprain your ankle</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">graze you knee</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">clambering over with</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a plea of "wait for me, I'm here, I'm coming!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">but they are long gone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">they have grief like plugs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of grey in their ears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from another hurt</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">one you weren't around to see</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">best thing you can do is turn back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at least sit down and take a rest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">regroup, reconsider</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">discern if the near broken leg and blood loss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">is worth it</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">...<span style="font-size: large;">or if</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">some people just don't do love </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zena Edwards©</span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-28607233103142163482013-01-10T20:10:00.002+00:002013-01-11T02:15:48.114+00:00Falling in the Key of B flat Minor<span class="userContent" style="font-size: large;">we get older<br /> it is further to fall<br /> the ground comes up in slow motion <br /> icing on a hard knock cake<br /> <br /> but we are practiced now<br /> should know how to fall<br /> judo champions pride themselves on slapping the mat<br /> with a free hand, break the fall, fighting back<br /> getting up to get a grip and throw the challenge to the ground - <br /><span class="text_exposed_show"> "Who is master/mistress of this life?!"<br /> trusting the inner <br /> in balance with the outer<br /> tuned to the key of b flat minor<br /> #weknowmorethankwethink </span></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span class="userContent" style="font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> "An expansive key, B flat minor is a luscious,<br /> sensual key, and one in which an unhurried and flowing depth of<br /> emotion as well as spirit can be found. Its serene beauty is highly<br /> refined. B flat minor has a broad and even brawny aspect about it that<br /> leads it substance and strength…" </span></span><br />
<span class="userContent" style="font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"> <span class="userContent" style="font-size: large;"><span class="text_exposed_show"><br /> Source: <a href="https://docs.google.com/viewer?a=v&q=cache:S7hmMBxlqrMJ:www.goldschneider.com/books/The%2520Meaning%2520of%2520Key.pdf+&hl=en&gl=uk&pid=bl&srcid=ADGEESg-kqHlrA6_hoBDbZrwOn--_y2SX7yqo_-Nog69oQOZNi8mERbOqnUPIJXWF9k4hS5tw0L9RHY1LOlIHmgHJIwznJJDIdMPpEG7T2yH-ER767PXMc2Bzy090j4nWhmSuSm_thPc&sig=AHIEtbR0m4VJAQuhf_SBCKg2PFmafk58Zw">The meaning of Key (in music) </a></span></span> </span></span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-23804146243342468582013-01-10T20:06:00.001+00:002013-01-11T02:13:56.937+00:00Choosing Baby's Middle Name<span style="font-size: large;">and there it was</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">right there in your smile</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">it was time for halternecks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">a your moist pink toothless </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">shiney new as dew a kissed dawn</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you hold my gaze, you drink me in</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">my eyes and soul brims</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from the womb contraction you bring </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with this one thing, this act from instinct</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">from<span style="font-size: large;"> a glorious</span> season within</span><br />
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right there</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">warm and unadulterated </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Summer."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Zena Edwards© </span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-69654960326308030462012-07-19T16:00:00.000+01:002012-07-19T16:19:17.214+01:00MY LIFE IN GIGS AND PROJECTS<div style="color: #990000; text-align: center;">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">I am a very active artist who loves her job. </span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">I lick my fingers and swoon after dipping them into a variety of pies. For more information about what I do aside from the musings on this blog, take a look at my other ventures. for life as an artist in this climate is varied and more multifaceted than even I could imagine. Keep up to up to date at </span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://goodnewzee.wordpress.com/"><b>goodnewzee.wordpress.com</b></a></span><span id="goog_713787265"></span><span id="goog_713787266"></span></div>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-79971928638299147242012-06-13T14:49:00.000+01:002012-07-10T14:56:56.805+01:00<span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.music.org.za/artist.asp?id=95">Busi Mhlongo</a> is one of the most powerful women I have met. She was a giant on stage. In 2000, very early in my poetry writing career, I was lucky enough to be asked to contribute a poem her internationally acclaimed album U<a href="http://www.channel24.co.za/Music/AlbumReviews/ClassicAlbum/Busi-Mhlongo-Urban-Zulu-20090720">rbanzulu. </a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The Track itself is epic and seemed to call for and epic poem - on that was declamatory and rousing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Poem by Zena Edwards© </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There are problems in every home: Oh my people!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Family! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Family was the core of the heart's security and sense of belonging. </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Can you now look to your neighbour for help </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">When the family pillar begins to chip and crumble? No! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">They too wear a mask of strained false contentment </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But cry for solutions to family troubles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">On the streets, people take the lives of others, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yet you remain silent. What holds your tongue? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Your sisters and brothers across the borders, neighbours still,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Suffer tyranny, war, poverty and starvation, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yet you close your eyes to their faces of woe, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Close your ears to their lamentations of suffering,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Turn your backs on their hell, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Only to face the worries and pain in your own house and homeland. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And where is your voice of intolerance to this reality? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hear the cock crow the alarm for a new dawning! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Change is the only constant. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Open the gates of mercy in your wall of fear and anger </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So the blossom of a compassion can bloom, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Feeding from the roots of courage. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">In churches, keep preaching the truth.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In schools, keep instructing right knowledge. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">At home, keep persevering through crises. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Leaders, sit and reason with the people and listen to their talk. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> So let us unite and proclaim your right,
as the cock crows the alarm, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Claim your right in the family of mankind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Lyrics by Busi Mhlongo©</b> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Cock-a-doodle-doo! crows the cockerel. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wake up, arise, my people, it's a new dawn. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh please, wake up! I see a crisis. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There's not one home without its problems. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You're keeping quiet - what have you to say?
Say something!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Wake up!
I see a crisis.
There's not one home without its arguments. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Oh please wake up!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> </span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-16277682062885546412012-05-24T05:20:00.001+01:002012-05-24T05:21:08.230+01:00Tweet Poem - #smug<span style="font-size: large;">So what u want with me now? I ask Insomnia.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Nuffin. Jus to watch u twitch & fidget, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Muck about on the internet & call it "research." </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Where do I place the pin </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">As the starting point to express </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This state of paralysis?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ice crystals wedged between </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">each each frightened vertebrae</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am inflexible. Today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They marched for Trayvon.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We marched for Smiley.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The wind blew around our ears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Outside the yard.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They marched for Amina</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">We marched for Cherry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The water froze under </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Our feet. We wore grippers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Coughed up an ocean of Middle Passage sea salt</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to melt the season</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">But the wind blew colder</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So the thaw needed to be bolder</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">So we read Huey P, Malcom X, Hurston, Stokley</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Whose hot words burst the river bank</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then the winter closed ranks </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Horizontal sleet cuts</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Marking trees across new backs</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In the bellies of police vans</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And out on the open road</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The new frontier, the explicit cold</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Written by Zena Edwards©</span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-83364325471337767572012-04-28T20:41:00.000+01:002012-05-02T00:31:47.059+01:00Tweet Poems - # PeaceIn OurTime<div class="js-tweet-text">
<span style="font-size: large;">Wen sanity weeps </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">like a slick succession of roaches </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">slippin thru a rip in humanitys skin, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">2 blot the bleeding with Diplomacy </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">& could use both hands 2 stem the flow, </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">& told her 2 row 2 the grassy bank of freedom </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">knowing her boat wud only go in circles,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">barnacles of conflict crusting its hull.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As the ripples distort the mirror<br />broken refractions of light<br />fall like pieces of a confused puzzle.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Come the Great Minds 2 still the water </span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">They sed this womb can hold more than Life. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What's more than Life? asked the child. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">#Goodquestion</span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-52781846722828027462012-03-05T01:51:00.004+00:002012-03-05T02:15:40.366+00:00tweet poems - #OutofRehab<div class="js-tweet-text"><span style="font-size: large;">It promised 2b spectacular! </span></div><div class="js-tweet-text"><span style="font-size: large;">All fireworks, tinsel </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Bright coloured streamers</span></div><div class="js-tweet-text"><span style="font-size: large;">Each nervy step on2 the stage: </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I call upon Truth </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Let your Self be known.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Do not hold your hungry tongue. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth, bear Witness</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Offspring of Justice</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Fathered by what is</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Mothered by that which will always be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth, </span><span style="font-size: large;">principled </span><span style="font-size: large;">whisperer of </span><span style="font-size: large;">potent </span><span style="font-size: large;">prayers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Pregnant as an overdue season </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">guaranteed to have its ripening.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth, monstrous ocean vexed by toxic lies, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sucking lightening from the sky</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">In a clash, a mighty war </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for the souls of humanity.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Truth! You are summoned </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">To shatter me with your song</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Expose the right from wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Blaring as your scream may be,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Ravage me.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Glaring beast, do your worst!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You might rip the lids from my eyes</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Shred my lips so I cannot deny</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Burst my ear drum, tear at my skin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Strip me to my bone, but </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Time. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">All illusions must be razed to the ground</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I open my heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I let you in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I stand firm </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the roar of your electric wind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Written by Zena Edwards©. March 3rd, 2012</span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-90242564906931590632012-03-02T13:00:00.004+00:002012-03-04T02:43:29.972+00:00Fly<span style="font-size: large;">Life told me to run on the elixir of the wind</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Don’t look back. Everyone will be fine.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Stay on my toes. Keep my arms pumping.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Keep giving the heart new blood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I told Life but I cannot see the ground now.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It said you do not need to.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">You have no business with it this day.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">This one is for imagining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Zena Edwards© 2012 </span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-78406894930493199552012-03-01T00:37:00.004+00:002012-03-05T01:52:56.524+00:00tweet poems - #temptation<span style="font-size: large;">The suck the pull the lure the open door</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">ajar enuff 4 muffled sound & dim lite 2 spill.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The gaping need 2 kno must b fulfilled</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">bugs legs tangle in their blades, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">worms munch @ decibels. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">He waits 4 a quiet tht wont eva come</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">U grabbed my words </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I could fly the distance with. <a class=" twitter-hashtag pretty-link" data-query-source="hashtag_click" href="https://twitter.com/#%21/search/%23listening" title="#listening"><s>#</s><b>listening</b></a></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The blood and the bruises are the war wounds </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Wud have preferd if he'd left the tree in 1 piece,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">left the leaves 2 rustle</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ur words r either lead or flotsam: dense sunken cynicism </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">or forgettable debris of plagarised helium </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My <s>#</s>TimeIsShort mafren</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">u document ur ability 2 make choices made from voices within. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">B sure 2 listen well</span><br />
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</span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-66324742405193111712012-02-20T01:29:00.005+00:002012-05-02T01:19:29.659+01:00Tweet Poems - #Untitled<span style="font-size: large;">Love: if its put where its appreciated</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">u'll c a return</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">If not, it'll be a breeze</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">smellin of </span><span style="font-size: large;">bread </span><span style="font-size: large;">bakin </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">perplexin those that missed the offerin</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.haythamsafia.com/">Haytham Safia</a> - U’d <br />
<a href="http://www.peterprommel.de/Biographie.html">Peter Prommel </a>- Percussion<br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"She is still here," said the guide,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">points to the girl a short distance away.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The naive nuance of her laugh </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">travels on the scent of the insouciant breeze</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A friend was braiding her hair. Then </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">she stops. Playfulness halted by a rigid chill . </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The skinny friends big eyes blink slow, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">enough breath space for incredible memory to be made real </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">then she hugs her shoulders</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">wipes her face. They do not see</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">me watching.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBpIOBIOKZKtzTmu2A92HlWpFtz82H0LPjknwf_-SXKhqHHTxMfwA3paUBbrDohnIzNplMLVIJIXJqgh0iEHKtcdcx8GxVAykKyAynOkltBxaiw-8zN13rLJ9pp6mI_entu_rrv-DXpM/s1600/2535088.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBpIOBIOKZKtzTmu2A92HlWpFtz82H0LPjknwf_-SXKhqHHTxMfwA3paUBbrDohnIzNplMLVIJIXJqgh0iEHKtcdcx8GxVAykKyAynOkltBxaiw-8zN13rLJ9pp6mI_entu_rrv-DXpM/s400/2535088.jpg" width="400" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There are no locks.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">There was no knock,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">just a hiss </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">as the venom slid under</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">her mouth mashed </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">by hot palm</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">her tongue </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">in her belly now</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"No!"exploding - </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">shards - pinned </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">under fathoms of poison</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">passing into her</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">stripping innocence from her bones.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A malignancy lingers,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a ringing residue, a hum that numbs the passing of that night.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">It died a mournful death in a culture which celebrates</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">greetings from ancestors, who wait with a blanket</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">and sweet water in clay bowls.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A sad crossing from girlhood to womanhood,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a yard before her third menstruation,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">a story away from joyous excitement </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">of her full blossoming.</span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"She is in the camp still. She has no-one, but she is brave."</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The teeth went deep, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">the injection was clinical-</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">the venom clings.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The buff of a waterfall from free flowing virtuous rivers</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">over vertiginous ridges </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">won't scourer her clean, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">but the children will still play and women reason</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">rubbing suds and laundry on the rocks.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Her smile has returned - the soft measured plosives </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">of a friends careful words burst her absorption.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The skinny girl pecks her forehead,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">returns attention to her hair.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And so it goes, till when she's ready </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">to release: grey stillness, intermittent flares of light - blaze.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">She fights back the scent of semen - a chemical burn</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">on her virginity - the stain that spoiled a vista </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">of fresh vestal verdancy, now a wizened rainforest </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">on the broken belt of the coast seen from the satellite </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">of intermittent disembodiment</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"It could be anyone.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">The epidemic is spreading,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">no one is safe these days."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"What is the antidote?" I say out loud. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">"No one knows</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">yet. But the women have strong spines here."</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">written By Zena Edwards© </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></i> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Written in response to the shocking reports of the rape epidemic in the settlements camps post the January 12th, 2012 Haiti earthquake.</i></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://zena-edwards-travelling-light.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-guide-told-me.html"><i>To read my full blog on how this piece was inspired click here for the TRAVELLING LIGHT BLOG.</i></a></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">__________________________________________________________________________</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1509961284">RAPE CRISIS - England and Wales </a><a href="http://www.rapecrisis.org.uk/" target="_blank">http://www.rapecrisis.org.uk/</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</a></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.survivorsuk.org/" target="_blank">SURVIVORS UK - support male rape and sexual abuse - http://www.survivorsuk.org/</a></span></div>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164189431369410045.post-21603119986413095632011-12-31T14:36:00.022+00:002012-01-07T17:59:01.368+00:00After The Stabbing<span style="font-size: large;">Leant against the minted green mottled gate </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with a bowl of corn meal porridge</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">cradled in crinkled cinnamon palm</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the Nanny crouched</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">knees bent up</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a childs finger thick strip of sugar cane</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">waggling between her supple lips</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she slow goat chewed</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">blinked gently in the breeze flavoured by</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the earth and sun</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she shades her eyes to make sure </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she does not miss her cue</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she waves the boy to come along</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a backward hand gripping playful air</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">loose at the fingers, wrist loose</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as the hammock hung between the bows</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of swaying trees in the yard</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she beckoned him to come along</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her clavicle shining and open</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the boy, still tight in his shoulders</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his knees weak with realisation,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">almost locked with fear</span><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: large;">of falling in, he walked with shuffling feet </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">trainers dismantle themselves, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">knowing they have no value here</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the sky is a brave blue he has never seen</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and he blinks, the blur,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of salt and water, wipes his eyes,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like a child of four, 17 </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and sports earthly body no more.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Come along, she beckons again</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">don't waste time in that state.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">There's not a thing you can do now</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you did good, you fought back</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">you stayed clean...</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">His memory tunnels to a present past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">before he was lost for what seems like days, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when his fist flew at random angles, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">like a chaos theory </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of self defence: there were so many.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And how the bites</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">made his lung shout and his jugular</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">scream red rivers</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it was the nip of puppies</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">at big man play - life was the chip</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the dice were weighted four against one</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">The gamble didn’t care to hide a sliced smile </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">smeared across the twilight</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">when the street lights cracked on</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">as he kicked, punched, head butted</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">veins fat with concentrated survival</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he remembered</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sat down where he was</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and cried</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the hottest tears </span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the little old lady </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">blinked into the bowl of corn meal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">glanced back at the boy, a concertinaed heap</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in the egg yolk dust road</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">looked </span><span style="font-size: large;">beyond the emerald grassy banks</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">between the gumbo limbo trees, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">shedding its rust red skin </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to the epiphanies of the past</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">looking over the edge of the blank calling horizon</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she took in the air </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with wide nostrils, tasted it sweet salt</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and shaded her eyes one more time</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">before she pushed herself up </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with the aid of the leaning gate post stump</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She took a slow comfortable walk</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her back arched against the pull of gravity</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and she reached the boy,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">touched on top of his head</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">that stilled him.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Her feet in rough brown sandals</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">toes, a little gnarly, nails creamy white; </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her ankles </span><span style="font-size: large;">thin</span><span style="font-size: large;">; the hem of her polyester dress;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the orange flowers smile at him easy</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her old-fashioned petticoats glide themselves</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">a glimpse of him as she crouches</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her hand, soft and cool cup his face</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she kisses his cheek, one</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">then the other</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her lips wet </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with his tears</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the sorrow rasps out of his lungs.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"you've never been kissed</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with your own tears have you?”</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She said. He nestles in</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her eyes, milky blue black</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the whites as bright as new clouds</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she is a word he cannot fathom</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">she is elemental, that which cannot be said out loud</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">She shakes her head, slow,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">"Not enough love out there.<br />
Just not enough love..."</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her mouth wrinkles </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">into a small pursed 'o', she blows </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on his face hot with worry</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">he calms in his shoulders, </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">neck and chest, where lead </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">had made a home, wished away </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on a platter of an attentive breeze, gone</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">be at ease</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">the clank of a simple spoon</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">on the side of the pale blue tin bowl</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">an orchestration of comfort</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">her touch on his chin loosens-</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">his jaw opens </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to let the love in</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Zena Edward© </span></span>zenaedwards.blogspothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14567491468132272152noreply@blogger.com0