Friday 8 May 2015

AUTUMN-DEW-DROPS: WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITE

LONG WAY TO SUCCESS
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Her fingertips touches a
 Blessed golden pen of her soul
To paint a wonderful lyric
on our canvas and love lines;
To engrave stories about darkness;
Coming out in a humbled way to
Spread our uniqueness
and keeping the ink fresh!
Dipped in her blood, sweat and tears
 as I visualize each word, sentence;
Each story she paints and spills
Allow her ink to spill further
To open herself further
Allow the ink to flow
Deeper and deeper
Speaking another language
that the Gods will be able to understand
To confess up and show us her flow
Lyrical Passion is her instinct and illusion
She bring you goodness
Between the white angry pages
To prick her fingertips with
the wetness of the pen
Starting a new story fresh;
A love poem and a life picture
And to begin a bountiful poetic,
artistic life by  always
Keeping her Ink to drip down to flow,
She Writes verses on her canvas
Touching her paint to pour on her face,
She paints throughout her verse
She is a woman on a mission.
Her Painting is a mix between
the elements of music coming alive
 and the beauty of nature that
flows with it in harmony.
 to accomplish what few dream about
and even fewer actualize.
 She has come (and is going)
a long way to  success in life,
My wishes, Applause to a our
Poetess - Artist Chantal Emmenis
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI




NOTE: 
Photo and Painting Courtesy to ; Poetess Chantal Emmenis - Thanks to Chantal for permission to use  her wonderful paintings as attachment to my poems earlier- Regards & Love from WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
IMAGE COURTESY TO :
ARTIST & POETESS CHANTAL EMMENIS & DEAN GOENEWALD



























Saturday 2 May 2015

AUTUMN DEW DROPS: WILLIAMSJI WRITES, LIKE A BUD BLOSSOMS

  • LIKE A BUD BLOSSOMS
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Like a bud blossoms at night,
You give your lyric for me to sing,
A goddess charisma is in your eyes,
Like honey rain drips from the sky,
A perfume shed through the dark,
As first steps of spring's arrival
That thickens the brushwood.
You break upon my day dreams
Like waves of an ocean in a tide,
And my heart is drowned under,
My heart knew of your upcoming,
As the night feels the approach of dawn,
The clouds are aflame and my mind fills
With a great revealing flood of love
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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI