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Postcards from the seaside…

Dear Coronavirus
We only have halcyon memories of the summer before you came swimming to our shores, maybe more like flying in from the north. At first, some thought you were just a traveler’s disease and for a time we rested on our laurels.
But you woke us early one morning with your virulent temper and locked us up in our homes for weeks on end, hurriedly shutting-down our lives. You broke all news channels with your apocalyptic utterances, leaving devastation in your wake, as you made your way into our Cities, then from town to town and village to village. You finally spread yourself out along our deserted beaches, and we watched helplessly from a distance as bird-life returned, but humankind stayed away.
This year there were no squeals of happy children splashing in the surf, no families with overflowing picnic baskets and umbrellas traipsing across the hot sands…
Only fishermen were able to wade into warm waters and feel the heat of summer on their backs. Holiday makers journeyed home with no snapshots of beach parties or the magic of summer, still pale from indoor celebrations. New year festivities were just a sprinkle of distant laughter and restaurants felt a heave of emptiness as they closed their doors at 9pm.
Sadness is all around us now, you have imprinted us with fear and we will never forget how you tried to steal our joy!!
From a Seaside dweller.
P.S. Please go away and let us get back to being human again.  

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Liquid music…

We are somewhat of a hotspot for coronavirus, so our beaches will close from tomorrow until the 3rd January. Unfortunately it is a time of enjoyment for many who come here for their summer holidays, but the powers that be don’t want to risk large gatherings.
So today many of us hit the beach drinking in our last quaff of ocean magic…for now anyway…
Last time they closed this beach, it was reported by the rangers that the sea birds had a cosmic festival of their own…

When the skies peer
into reflective
sands,
and the ebbing tide
makes no demands,
like lovers
joined in perfect fusion,
merging into
liquid music…
Mirrored
they see
themselves
as incandescent
parallels,
walking through
translucent skies
I feel my breath
alchemize,
and I join in
their comic song,
to feel the sense
that I belong…

©AllysoAlly2020

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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!

bulelani happyboy

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

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Elbow bump…

dancing in black and white

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

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Time-machine…

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

art gallery

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