South African Wine…

We still have a ban on alcohol here, and the Wineries are feeling the pressure. Please buy South African wine, if it’s available in your part of the world.
Thank you…

I was quarantined…

This poem was written by a friend in our nearby township, I haven’t changed anything, I just left it raw the way it is meant to be… It blew me away!

I was quarantined
without even knowing
My freedom stolen away by so called COVID-19

I was in empty room
Lonely and quiet
that you could even hear the sound of flying passing by nuisance flies

I’ve kept checking on my windows
the sunrise
I’ve watched sunset
The day growing into a dark knight slowly

The hours surely matures the day
with lots happening in the wild
whilst human communities are experiencing lockdown

I’ve lost my freedom
I’ve lost my time
I’ve lost my friends
most of it, losing my relatives

In times of this pandemic
I’ve gain a hatred towards all these so called viruses
That feels like made in doomed offices

Sometimes feels like
being led by doomed leaders
with lack of knowledge and fuming with greediness under their skins

We are led to the grave
not to be saved
but to lie six fit underground
Underneath the rotten soil

This soil that have stepped on by so many people with different mindset
Together physically,
separated by their individual interests
I was quarantined without being aware.

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya

Elbow bump…

Dancing
like tumbleweeds
in a dizzying breeze,
we feel expectant
whilst ill at ease…
strangers
swaying
in a timid romance,
we’re out of time
afraid to advance…
our elbows stretch out
across the void
baring our hearts
hope is deployed…
Magnetic rhythm
pulls us
one to another,
as we crave connection
and the return
of color…

©AllysoAlly2020

Time-machine…

“Sometimes things fall apart so that better things can fall together”
― Marilyn Monroe

walls hang
with the remembrance
of favored times…
Spaces gather
the dust
of lavish designs…

We long for
a renaissance
to arise from the ruins,
and resuscitate joy, in the disillusioned…

but the clock is ticking
on our hopes
and dreams,
as we peer
through the glass
of this time machine…

©AllysoAlly2020

Letting go…

Day 11. of Lockdown

“In the striving to something, you forget to be.”
― Paul Selig, The Book of Knowing and Worth: A Channeled Text

I felt lost,
my thoughts were scattered,
incoherent aspects
nothing mattered…
Gathering fragments
that are out of tune
I let them go in the afternoon… and spreading out
across the blues,
I began to glimpse
a higher view…

To be continued
©AllysoAlly2020

The flowers looked decayed…

Day 8….

I was hanging in the store today
and everyone looked dismayed
I think I’m going insane
but no one is to blame…

And the flowers looked decayed
coz there’s a lockdown underway
I promise not to disobey
though I feel like flying away
and swimming across the bay…

My hands are raw from spray
and everyone is going grey
they’ve rubbed out all our shame…

But humans will prevail
for we all have microwaves,
though this I can’t explain
I’ll just send you the email
and then we can celebrate…

I told you I was going insane
I’ve got contagion on the brain
this is uncharted domain…

Let’s have a little chardonnay
maybe then I’ll feel okay
or some sparkling lemonade
and we’ll dance to Reggae
to the bee Gees
and Marvin gay…

But hey
there’s a lockdown underway
and I can’t get pink champagne

But who am I to complain
every day is just the same
and it feels like a holiday
though no one wants to play…

and I can’t even buy takeaways…

©AllysoAlly2020