you got the moxy
attracts the foxy lady

her long legs
parade in burgundy heels
vaguely seen through
the dark silk
long split leg
maxi dress
her elegant ivory neck
wrapped in a fur scarf

your agile mind
and sharp wit
make her head turn
a vixen recognises
her own calibre


I’m patient in the great scheme
Impatient seems like a missprint
It’s a fineline in between

I prayed for your healing
I know God is a healer
God given wisdom told me
to be patient

I am a fool when
it comes to your healing
I wonder why
God is
so slow

Shadow box

I moved country, continent, hemisphere
I fit my life into a suitcase
I came naked
I will go naked
It is one suitcase too much

memory fades
happy or sad
we live momentarily
eventually memory loss

what do I hold dearly
will I recognise
the you and me once been
in the shadowbox
chained around my neck

the picture will be so blur
in my failing mind
the shadow box will be so worn out
by the fiddle of my fingers
you perhaps will be long gone
with my smile imprinted to
your soul


she is an apothecary
in the mordern day
weighing and mixing herbs
recommending manufactured medicines
checking blood pressure and temperature
assisting in home birth

she is
a business woman
a chemist
a homeopath
a nutritionist
a midwife

the village people
warmly call her
she is the only one
in this remote area
surrounded by
bamboo bush and pandas


I live with
a house full of children.

They look at me
as I am the pack leader.

I am a submissive
peace loving loner
struggling to keep my sanity
in this turbulent sea.


we could not fathom
the digital world
it is taking over paper
which once was
the greatest invention

I wonder
how did the people
in the ancient world
the magical paper
liberated them from
carrying rolls of bamboo slips
filled with ink

the irony is
we have libraries at
our finger tips
our literacy world
is slowly dying

is this
just like
the many commercial benefits
of bamboo
but afterall
it is considered
a noxious weed