There are four ravished dogs,
and two plates of food—
maliciously half full.
...
walking past an accident I felt
stiff marrow shock
seeing a father consoling
...
happily disorientated
hurting with euphoria
expanding with orgasmic convictions
...
Hooded men shot him
Emptied a magazine on a ironed shirt
Fear crept in
The smell of slaughter
...
Between two tightly paved
concrete slabs
I found a yellow dandelion
...
When death, misery and the ring
of hell surrounds you everyday,
when darkness comes as charcoal mist
...
trying to bond
i grazed between
a flock of laughing goats
finding no connection
...
revolving starry posters
chinese zodiac circus
celestial chained animals
a whole floating farm yard of futures
...
a thinking silhouette
that probing scalpel
once a man
...
affection they had for
the nicotine stained master
coming every evening
...
Poetry came as an essential need to me.A slight exaggeration will be that it came into being to save a battered repressive state. The status qua was anti social behaviour and an angst to express my deepest longings. Increased depression and the toying idea of suicide floated in my thoughts and my screams was internalised or behind a closed lavatory door. A sense of life dominated by nihilism and utter negativity prevailed. One day by sheer coincidence I observed a book that was dumped in a waste bin and after closer inspection I found it to be a book of poetry by Allen Ginsberg. Howl and other poems saved my emotional being from complete nullification. Liberating and powerful was that reading in that the poet shed his being for me to see without any inhibition. I can never repay the debt of the beat poets but can show a new life of expressiveness and exuberance that thirst on life and its experiences. I learned that each experience painful or happy is valuable beyond measure and that we must embrace the bitter and the sweet. My poetry is a reflection, comentary even a riposte of these happenings in the life of an individual. That individual is me sharing without inhibition my greatest vulnerabilities of my inner self. Martin Lochner was born in the Boland region in Southern Africa. He was educated in a railway community that was stoic conservative and ignorant to the method and appreciation of poetics. He currently studies at the University of South Africa and recently completed his studies at the Jack Meyer Academy of Arts. He is a residential poet and collaborator for the Poetry Group Facial expression group and enjoys the international but strong bonded community it provides. He has published poetry and essays in Magazines all over the world and looks forward to the day that he publishes his first book of poems. kalahariblues.blogspot.com)
Bestia
There are four ravished dogs,
and two plates of food—
maliciously half full.
see their compassion.
look at the selflessness,
and how they rip each other
to pieces.
(reviewed.19/09/2011)
You definitely have an aptitude for poetry Keep writing. A pleasure to read standard poems.