tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90977457875832472052024-03-14T13:07:43.174+02:00From the chambers of my heart<center>Ronel Mccarthy's Poetry</center>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097745787583247205.post-64982853208429769412011-12-11T15:11:00.000+02:002011-12-11T15:11:14.558+02:00Forgive me for the choices I make<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2oIMYH2_oCtMejZDSoXwj86o47UbZ7TN3VYmVAnE2TFRijG8DqV9kKA0eUKtVhVvAnKUKYJbCt_MB2oQbf6gDOT7zxWwFl9_SQOc667ke8zt_Y6VuCq0U-D96qDAdR5hlj6Pcz6b7oM/s1600/anjo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy2oIMYH2_oCtMejZDSoXwj86o47UbZ7TN3VYmVAnE2TFRijG8DqV9kKA0eUKtVhVvAnKUKYJbCt_MB2oQbf6gDOT7zxWwFl9_SQOc667ke8zt_Y6VuCq0U-D96qDAdR5hlj6Pcz6b7oM/s400/anjo1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="f14px fntAri clr333333">Let me confess <br />
it's not easy for me to say: <br />
I'm sorry..... please <br />
forgive me <br />
<br />
so let me try again: <br />
I'm sorry <br />
please forgive me for the choices I made <br />
in the present absence of yesterdays <br />
<br />
oh! let me try one last time to say: <br />
I'm sorry please forgive me for choices I have made <br />
I'm sorry I'm so sorry as sorry is such a hard thing to say <br />
so let me raise this reservoir of frozen tears above my head <br />
as i kneel before the alter I once altered <br />
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so I'm sorry- please forgive me! <br />
for all the wrong choices I once made. <br />
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<span class="f20px">ronel mccarthy </span></span></div>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097745787583247205.post-16548558312309856572011-12-11T15:06:00.000+02:002011-12-11T15:06:34.187+02:00I am selfish in love<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRNvFbq5J8IUU2tc9jPC3-N2DhFE5AmzgIHDEbl_xP0O6Gc507D4bjmXil3gNteAK9ppXGXeGcdgdYMsbBXgr7QnRqPPmUY7dyAJFpunr7MPcZ2r2CvnpH_eNRNLb9NrDsD-ZDUcfKSI/s1600/51-abismo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJRNvFbq5J8IUU2tc9jPC3-N2DhFE5AmzgIHDEbl_xP0O6Gc507D4bjmXil3gNteAK9ppXGXeGcdgdYMsbBXgr7QnRqPPmUY7dyAJFpunr7MPcZ2r2CvnpH_eNRNLb9NrDsD-ZDUcfKSI/s1600/51-abismo.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<span class="f14px fntAri clr333333">If the night beckons you <br />
and the moon is full, <br />
and we lay naked under the stars <br />
with a lock of your hair on my fingertips <br />
and your favorite song; <br />
<br />
I would be motioned by your ebb and flow<br />
but my body and soul always know <br />
if your presence here <br />
is everywhere-<br />
then I won't let you... <br />
touch me there. <br />
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<span class="f20px">ronel mccarthy </span></span></div>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097745787583247205.post-66047882116239290772011-12-11T15:00:00.000+02:002011-12-11T15:00:30.063+02:00I grew up in a small town called Hankey<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span class="f14px fntAri clr333333">I feel so overwhelmed <br />
when I ponder over these seemingly austere surroundings <br />
where I ran around as a soft wind was the only thing <br />
that caressed my naked skin <br />
and dry leaves rustled in my tangled hair without care.<br />
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I am still entranced by vivid memories <br />
of yesterday when my grandmother always- <br />
without fail- <br />
had an extra plate for any king or commoner <br />
who came her way<br />
as she stood tall and humble before the universe.<br />
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So what better place to be after they shipped <br />
you miles away from home-<br />
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to ridicule you and spit on you.<br />
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destitute and alone <br />
you roamed around their streets <br />
diminished <br />
and cold<br />
as they gently carved up your soul; <br />
<br />
and only upon Mandela's request <br />
the western world relinquished their hold <br />
and send our Sarah Baartman home.<br />
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(My hometown-Hankey-Hankey is located in the Eastern Cape in South Africa.It is a small town on the confluence of the Klein and Gamtoos rivers. On August 19,2002, the remains of Saartjie Baartman were laid to rest on Vergaderingskop, a hill on the edge of town.) <br />
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</span></div>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097745787583247205.post-14705709607117857442011-12-11T14:59:00.000+02:002011-12-11T14:59:00.402+02:00Awakening within my journey<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="table23"><tbody>
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<span class="f14px fntAri clr333333"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I love the moving part of it as I journey <br />
to seek and find <br />
if by chance my DECAY ascends <br />
a multidimensional ladder <br />
to transcend <br />
and reverse <br />
my karmic energy<br />
as I fall and break down into complete nothingness; <br />
aching that by chance this inner waste <br />
is a decoy to prolong <br />
my inner journey to transmutate and find <br />
what lies dormant in waiting. <br />
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<span class="f20px">ronel mccarthy </span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span></td></tr>
</tbody> </table>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097745787583247205.post-87572669671126340892011-12-11T14:56:00.000+02:002011-12-11T14:56:58.254+02:00Bitter-Sweet Seduction<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://barzinhodopoeta.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/seduc3a7c3a3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://barzinhodopoeta.files.wordpress.com/2010/11/seduc3a7c3a3o.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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do you like avocados and oysters like me? <br />
then come over to my place and dine with me; <br />
the wine is semi-sweet with a vicious rump steak <br />
and my favorite-<br />
mushrooms <br />
and garlic.<br />
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now my dear darling sweetheart from hell <br />
what would you like for starters? <br />
perhaps a sandwiched ham or pop? <br />
I am sorry my love; <br />
what a ludicrous idea! <br />
I don't give a damn! <br />
<br />
my slithering snake <br />
with cold embrace <br />
and uncouth ways <br />
<br />
from whence you came <br />
sail back again- <br />
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<span class="f20px">ronel mccarthy </span></div>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9097745787583247205.post-38338357581551952182011-12-10T18:10:00.000+02:002011-12-10T18:10:08.830+02:00A cold room to a view<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I came to view -<br />
unperturbed by shapes incarcerated by <br />
plastic wrappers <br />
bearing camouflages of <br />
earthly powders and cream <br />
to lessen the deathly silence of death; <br />
<br />
I came to view your lifeless body <br />
that once embraced and ravished mine: <br />
I came with my heart in my hand to say good-bye <br />
<br />
oh how I envy your endless slumber.<br />
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(My very first visit to a mortuary to view the corpse of the father of my children-July 2009) <br />
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<span class="f20px">ronel mccarthy </span></span></div><span style="font-family: inherit;"></span>ronelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534205230737818086noreply@blogger.com0