[tabby title="Poem"] I lay,my head in your lap,Looking up into your soft,green eyes... Soft handscaress my hair,like answered rain prayers,I feel the waters stirring in the wildernessthe rivers bursting in the deserts of my heart. You are a seamstress. You...

[tabby title="Poem"] If I could I would... I think I should... I will. [tabby title="Poet Bio"] A.D. Labuschagne is a poet and pastor from Johannesburg, South Africa. [tabbyending]

[tabby title="Poem"] He came to set the captives free... Isolated,Dead and rotting,I sat in the prison I had createdBars forged in the furnace of my heartThe inferno of my mind. I was blind. But He came to set the captives...

[tabby title="Poem"] The gates are trembling,The masses shout,The walls are dripping withBlood and revolt.Freedom, the cryT’wards the guillotineWe might be lambsTo the slaughterBut we refuse to be meat The revolution should be televisedBroadcast acrossA million glowing screensLive social media scenesIt’s...

[tabby title="Poem"] Have you ever had a friend,The kind who started out as an enemy,an adversary,an alien and a stranger,but one that came closer to being bloodthan any relative? My friend started as a puppy. Black and furry,Not yet bristly,But...