Dance Lightly

 

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South Africa, like so many places on earth, is facing decimation of its flora and fauna at a horrendous rate. The need to protect what we have left has never been greater. ‘Dance Lightly’ is this poet’s plea to do just that.

Dance Lightly

Dance lightly upon this earth
because it is not yours.
Take radiant wing with a butterfly.
Listen to the tiniest hum of the bees.
Pause during the rush and grab of life
to hear a frog and a chirruping cricket.
Let snakes live in slow, slithering peace.

Know where fish swim and clean waters flow.
Understand the sea and all that lives within.
Fly high with migrating birds and
look about with empathy.
Watch closely the sunning insect and the
travelling spider.

Join the song of the cicada and the
hop-sing-flight of every bird, and
smile knowingly.
Touch the new moon and savour
the true value of the sun.
Then share the joy of the insider.
Teach others not to stamp and bulldoze.
Be a sharp hawk against pollution.
Laugh with the wind and run with arms
outstretched along the wildest of rivers.
Dive deep into the cool pool below a
cascading waterfall.

Teach all of Nature to those who do not understand.
Be part of the drive that helps our planet thrive
so that you can say:‘’Do you see?
Do you now truly see why it is best to
dance lightly?’’
                       © Andrew Pender-Smith

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EQ? IQ? You Got de Best in You

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Sebastian de Vervet, a JUMPY MONKEY if ever there is one, has written two poems on his favourite subject: CREATIVITY. More particularly, he encourages you to take a brave leap into creative action.

EQ? IQ? You Got de Best in You.

Sebastian de Green Monkee

says to you and you and you:

You can hop right here.

You can hop right dere.

In your imagination,

you can hop anywhere.

Jus get that ‘I can go anywhere’ feeling

an you will be inside de mind

of any character you’re creating.

Visualise, my friend. Visualise.

An what you got five senses for?

Why to use, of course, to use.

Be de traveller.

Do some exploring.

EQ? IQ? You have dem both.

Paint de picture. Write de poem.

Tell de story like it is.

Sing de song. Dance de dance.

De true artist waits for no one.

Now, go an have some

real creative fun.

                              Sebastian de Vervet

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Don Fear to Fly

Yo Bro,

Dis is called going

where others fear to fly.

Take de main chance.

Be jus like dis butterfly.

Have creative courage, my friend.

Don paint yourself into no corner.

No Kidding.

Go flying!

From Sebastian de Vervet, de one who’s never afraid to jump or leap. ”You bros, I can be here, I can be dere, I can be everywhere. As one of my favourite bloggers, Prakash Helgade, likes to say – Happiness!

 

 

 

 

Feel de Breeze

 

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Feel de Breeze

When it comes to creativity,

don be shy –

swing through de trees

an feel de breeze.

Let go, my friend, let go.

Jump high!

Explore de highways

an de byways.

Get a feel for dis and dat.

Do your ting

by jus exploring.

Feel de way.

Tink de way.

Dive deep, my friend.

Fly high.

Know de waters

an de sky.

De mind must flow.

So, yo bro, yo,

take wing.

Learn to really swing.

Let go. Let go!

Let your body shake.

Feel de riddum.

Get de mind to dance.

Pick up your feet.

Clap your hands.

Now you’ve got de new partner.

It’s called CREATIVITY.

Now, my friend, you’re really free.

Sebastian de Vervet

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De Green Monkee Speaks

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De Green Monkee Speaks

Pssssst! So babee,

you wanna know about

de green monkee?

You see me here.

You see me dere

when I swing frum

tree to tree

wid great agility.

When I’m eating de fruits,

or swimming in de jungle pools,

I’m tinking, tinking, tinking

because I got de hobbies

like dancing, writing, singing.

One big day I might be

de world’s most famous

dancing, writing, singing monkee,

but for now I chill, my brudder,

an enjoy de monkee beer

an eat de forest fruits, mon,

because life is cool, mon,

an slowly, slowly

I’m swinging, lazy, lazy

in dis forest tree.

© Andrew Pender-Smith and Sebastian de Vervet

Teachers and students are free to use this poem on the condition that the author is acknowledged.

De Green Monkee Speaks Again

I been tinking, tinking about

dis career business.

I don won anyone tinking I’m

just no swing-about.

Even when I’m drinking de best in

monkee beer,

my mind, my bro, is agile.

It’s workin’ absolutely clear.

If dis dancing, writing, singing business

is not de ting for me,

I’ll study a course in

monkee philosophy,

because my mind can jump from here

an’ my mind can jump from dere.

I dink I’ll run for president

or maybe monkee king.

Now it’s time for more beer, mon,

while I do my clever, clever tinking.

© Andrew Pender-Smith and Sebastian de Vervet

Teachers and students are free to use this poem on the condition that the author is acknowledged.

The Green Monkey is the brains, when he’s not drinking too much monkey beer and swinging from fruit tree to fruit tree, behind ‘Green Monkey Publications’. He’s the one who keeps a sharp lookout on its two authors, Andrew Pender-Smith and Craig Carden, to make sure they aren’t in the least bit slack and keep on writing.  His full name is Sebastian de Vervet but he is simply called ‘Sabs’ by friends and family. The top shows Sebastian as a baby with his parents.

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This photo is of Sebastian’s uncle, Uncle Herbert de Vervet.

A ‘High Five’ for Drama

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A ‘High Five’ for Drama

A ‘High Five’ for drama for every child in every school. I have taught, written about, and adjudicated drama in schools for long enough to know that there really is no greater teaching tool for helping children become well-rounded, confident adults.  See earlier posts for more of what I have said on the subject and to obtain poems that can be effectively used in the drama classroom. The photos in this post are here to illustrate the poem ‘The Jungle’ by Andrew Pender-Smith.

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The Jungle

The jungle’s alive with

jungly sounds:

Screeching parrots

and grunting tigers.

The beating of jungle drums.

The roar of a far-off waterfall.

The loud trumpeting of

an old, grey elephant

and the galloping hooves of a buck

as a growling lion chases him.

Run, buck – runnn!

                     ©    Andrew Pender-Smith

Teachers and students are free to use this poem. I hope they enjoy using it.

Once again I include one of my maxims: ‘A poem a day helps build vocabulary the easy way’.

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The Best Taxi in Town

‘The Best Taxi In Town’ brings you some South African humour. First written, published and performed nine year ago, this is one taxi that is still going strong. As to what the chicken’s got to do with it and who owns it, read the poem to find out.

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The Best Taxi in Town, Bru.

I’ve got twenty.

There’s room for three more.

Don’t worry about

breaking the law.

The steering wheel’s

held together with string.

The pedals aren’t too

good for pumping.

The hub caps were stolen.

The back wheel fell out.

Yes, madam, we can take

7 more children.

Squeeze them in between the

chicken and the goat.

Don’t worry, the seat’s quite safe.

I used one role of sticky tape this morning.

Come on, baba.

You sit there.

Because there’s no window

you’ll get fresh air.

Don’ worry, sissie.

I’ll go peep-peep

good and fast.

I know the way.

No, not twenty minutes.

I’ll do it in ten.

Yes, yes my music’s the

best in any taxi.

Ask the police who

always try to stop me.

Don’t worry, lady.

There’s room in the boot.

When we get to your place

I’ll stop and I’ll hoot.

I’ve got the best taxi in town, bra.

I’m telling you for sure.

No, madam, I don’t

drive like a tsotsi.

I’ve got my licence

and I know about the law.

If you look, he’s coming now

so I’m going sharp-sharp.

I don’t want to go phakathi

or pay a great, big fine.

I lost the key

So I use the wire.

Here I go too sharp.

What! Your police car broke down?

OK sergeant, get inside.

I’ll take you to the station.

For you it’s free.

Trust me

ek sê, my bra.

Move up, gogo.

Shesha, manje!

Sit here, sergeant

and hold the gogo’s chicken.

The front tyre’s a bit flat,

but don’t mind that,

because I’m telling you sergeant, my bra,

I’ve got the best taxi in KZN.

Yes. Parp! Parp! We can take some more.

It’s five rand and please squeeze in,

but mind the gogo’s chicken!

©   Andrew Pender – Smith

Translations

baba – grandfather

tsotsi – thief

ek sê – I say

sissie – sister

phakathi – inside (As in inside prison.)

shesha manje – quick now

gogo – granny

KZN – KawaZulu-Natal

Lyrics, Narratives, Sonnets, Epics, Haiku and More…

Aftermath

The wind and waves boomed up the lagoon

crashing surf and sand over invisible rocks.

The fish were gone –

flailing fathoms deep

while gutted shells cracked and splintered.

The trees bent violently before being

snapped

over the roiling waters

as fishing boats spun and whacked

into brittle shards.

The once brightly painted hulls

were now no more as remnant after

remnant was snatched into the

savage tumult of boom and horrible roar.

Jagged out to sea or shore-bound as lightning

zapped and zithered from rock to black water

and scarred rock again.

When dawn coloured in, the place was almost silent

except for the little sighs of the wavelets,

barely significant in happy low tide.

And also, darting and blithely unconcerned,

lots of tiny fishes

liquid and  playfully light

swarming the carcass of a lost-eyed turtle.

Above them was the booted crunch of the

lone photographer

delighted with this series of newsy images.

They’d tell a story in

neatly framed pictures

of what he’d simply title

‘Aftermath’.

© Andrew Pender-Smith 2016

Lyrics, Narratives, Sonnets, Epics, Haiku and More…

A good development tip for a writer is to write poems in different poetic forms. It is a wonderful way of sharpening a writer’s thinking and communication skills. The discipline required in using a particular genre encourages the writer to make best use of it to express his or her thoughts and feelings. As an experiment, and I consider all writing to be an experiment, choose a theme or subject and try exploring it in three or more genres. In looking at the title of this piece, you will have seen some of the different forms are mentioned. I am convinced you will find that your abilities as a poet will have improved. The added benefit is that your abilities in all other literary forms will have been extended. Say ‘’Hello’’ to becoming a better writer of short stories, novellas, novels and plays. If you are unsure of how to create haiku or a narrative, to use two examples, read widely in the genre in which you wish to write and then write your own.  Andrew Pender-Smith

In Happy Celebration

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Both of these works are now available on Amazon as e-books. To find out more, click on the link below.

https://www.amazon.com/author/andrewpendersmith

Also just released is the poem ‘Aftermath’ by Andrew Pender-Smith. It is among a number of others to be included in the 2017-2019 syllabus of the Speech and Drama Association of South Africa.

Aftermath

The wind and waves boomed up the lagoon

crashing surf and sand over invisible rocks.

The fish were gone –

flailing fathoms deep

while gutted shells cracked and splintered.

The trees bent violently before being

snapped

over the roiling waters

as fishing boats spun and whacked

into brittle shards.

The once brightly painted hulls

were now no more as remnant after

remnant was snatched into the

savage tumult of boom and horrible roar.

Jagged out to sea or shore-bound as lightning

zapped and zithered from rock to black water

and scarred rock again.

When dawn coloured in, the place was almost silent

except for the little sighs of the wavelets,

barely significant in happy low tide.

And also, darting and blithely unconcerned,

lots of tiny fishes

liquid and  playfully light

swarming the carcass of a lost-eyed turtle.

Above them was the booted crunch of the

lone photographer

delighted with this series of newsy images.

They’d tell a story in

neatly framed pictures

of what he’d simply title

‘Aftermath’.

Andrew Pender-Smith

Note that copyright is held by the author. The poem may be used with acknowledgement.