Bio: Don Beukes is a
South African, British and EU writer. He is the author of 'The Salamander
Chronicles’, 'Icarus Rising-Volume 1’ (ABP), an ekphrastic collection and ‘Sic
Transit Gloria Mundi’ (Concrete Mist Press). He taught English and Geography in
both South Africa and the UK. His poetry has been anthologized in numerous
collections and translated into Afrikaans, Persian, French, Kreole (Mauritius)
and Albanian. He was nominated by Roxana Nastase, editor of Scarlet Leaf Review
for the 'Best of the Net' in 2017 as well as the Pushcart Poetry Prize (USA) in
2016. He was published in his first SA Anthology ‘In Pursuit of Poetic
Perfection’ in 2018 (Libbo Publishers) and his second 'Cape Sounds' in 2019
(Gavin Joachims Publishing Cape Town). He is also an amateur photographer and
his debut Photographic publication appeared in Spirit Fire Review in June 2019.
Sleepwalking
Mustard sunrise scorching eyes
time for this daily structured ordered expected
life – Get up get ready fit your chosen mask
your daily ritual now second nature but do you
know who you still are?
Blink breathe scream rage echoes of cream
nightmares sinking feelings forgotten murmurs
emotional scars not healing – Rush hush
join the daily brainwashed throng avoid acid
stares join the pavement chess burning chest
flaming stress strangers in obvious distress
Secret glares yearning for kind eyes if only
for just one human connection before succumbing
to an inevitable permanent emotional culling...
Hymn of Humanity
Daily rising hymns of utter despair
as nations struggle to survive to thrive –
Their morality shaken their leaders failing
causing shared helpless wailing reverberating
throughout our global village reaching the
highest peaks echoing our fervent urgent
existential pleas for assistance deliverance
but what about the children?
Their cries rise above the clouds hoping
and praying for a God their God our God any God
to answer if only just a sign that a higher spiritual
power exists to soothe fermenting hopelessness
in this deepening startling bottomless abyss –
How to absorb this?
Corrupt governments inept governance failing
mentalities profiting from ill-conceived ideas thrusting
their dishonest verbal spears into willing soulless ears.
A rising chorus of desperation across global nations
Yearning for freedom equality acceptance understanding
and shared profits but all they hear are false notes
of empty promises from rehearsed insincere speeches...
We the Children
You urge us to educate ourselves but your
mismanagement of the society we exist in
ring alarm bells we cannot ignore amidst this
global cultural societal war we are trapped in –
You mute our voices prevent our choices
Yet we unite despite your pathetic attempts to
divide us silence us mute us ignore us –
We are determined and resolved to heal the scars
you now leave us but your selfish arrogance prevents
our foretold liberty march to gain momentum
our resistant
multi-coloured flags surely must convince
you of our seriousness to oust your warped chirality
your unfounded claims of our necessary liberty gains!
Our defiant freedom songs we hope will penetrate
your hardened stubborn hearts – If only you would
open your darkened hearts to our final chorus!
We are here. We live here. We breathe here.
We share the same sphere. Our legacy determines
your healed mentality. We rise! We unite!
Now you need to allow us to save you to save us
As we congregate for a new era of peace of humility
of unity of shared dreams of common decency of
shared experiences of urgency to heal humanity...
Call them out! Excellent work Don!
ReplyDeleteThank you Dustin!��
Delete"We the children" is amazing, Don! Your poetry is as beautiful as South Africa's scenery and as rich as its gold mines!
ReplyDeleteThank you very much dear Saeidnia!
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