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A woman's journey

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(Priceless is Her Worth: She is Woman)

The universe itches
at the soles of her resilient feet,
with its persistent requests

Step-by-step she treads tactfully
towards the accomplishment of each,
without a sigh in sound

Even when her shoulders emulate
the shape of her burdens,
the corners of her eyes
crease with a smile,
whenever she is greeted
by the innocence of her kind

Her arms, welcoming
Her intellect, provocative
Her tongue, gentles enraged hearts
And her beauty, silencing

Grown men break into infant tongues
in her presence,
clumsy over her supremacy
Many have competed
and all have self-ridiculed,
in a quest for her opulence,
yet priceless is her worth

Her love is nothing short of God:
She seeks connection
with every soul she meets
Found love, first,
before knowing who she was

In random tragedy
she learns hard lessons
Through loss of many sentimentals,
gains internal sharpening

Her eyes widen with awe
per universal orbit
And with life’s surprising schooling,
steps the world
with a little bit of wisdom

Her footprints unravel mystery
Her word speaks comprehension
And her exchange rives consciousness
Like stitches in assembly on a quilt,
every encounter is history recorded,
as she journeys with all the living’s aspirations
Dreams, their success
Mourns their loss
Cries their tears
And fights, for the feeble-minded one’s sanity

It is this essence of woman
that propels the world
to dreams fulfilled
Gives birth to characters of excellence,
cultured minds,
conquering attitudes,
and celebrated spirits
Because hers, has always been blessed
with the power of building
not only a home but also a nation

She is the perfect poem
Poetry lover’s seek
She is woman – a victor, not a victim
Intsika yesizwe!

Bulelwa Basse

Featured Poem:

How do you still

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How do you still love me so long,
in a world governed by superficiality?
An ordinary girl I am,
yet rare beauty you sense in me
Though in poverty you grew,
in wealth you live, in loving me

How do you still adore me so true,
in a time defined by youthful lust,
with authenticity eroded by fantasy?

Anchoring whispers from your honest lips
escort me through years of growing pains,
yet you tire not, for the sake of my happiness

How do you still,
in the madness of my upheavals
find patience to sane me to Godly harmony,
when haste and irregularity have become
second-nature to our nation?

With consistent unselfishness
you dedicate to me your life,
with hopeful anticipation
of an even more colourful future – together,
one that dreamlettes of our youth conceived

In loving you,
I live my purpose
In being with you,
I do Mother-nature justice
In choosing you as my reason for breathing,
I do honour our forefathers
And celebrate longevity

If there was a school for love,
YOU would be teacher
And I’d still be the student,
who continues to ask:
How do you still?.. How do you still?..

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (5)
  • Pride (4)
  • Optimism (5)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (2)
  • Jubilation (3)

Comments

  1. Not sure what to make of it as a fellow poet…. you appear soft and gentle with underlying conviction and wile… perhaps your visual energy makes me want to understand you more…. There was a hint of inspiration then it too magically went off on another journey… ☺ Lorenzo

    Lorenzo

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Biography

Bulelwa Basse is the Founder of Lyrical Base Project, an arts and culture organisation which seeks to elevate the profiles of writers from marginalised communities through community-publishing projects and performance poetry (merged with music, dance, visual arts) at cultural and corporate events.

She has collaborated nationally with various arts education institutions and literary establishments, such as Kgare Ya Africa, Centre for the Book, Iziko Museum’s Education Department, Cape Town Language Committee, Artscape Theatre, Badilisha Poetry and the City of Cape Town, in the capacity of Language Facilitator, Published/Performance Poet, Guest Speaker and Events Co-ordinator.

Her writing has been published by the Poetry Institute of Africa, University of KwaZulu Natal Press, Department of Arts and Culture, The British Council and Oprah Magazine.

Basse is passionate about aligning herself with women empowerment projects such as Bona Magazine’s Women Empowerment Club, True Love Magazine’s Winning Style and Move Magazine’s empowerment initiatives, for which she’s both hosted and performed her poetry as a motivational tool.

Bulelwa is former Editor of Muse, an online poetry publishing and profiling magazine, and has earned herself a performance platform on, Poetry Delight, where she’s affectionately known on stage as, Miss “Sassy” Basse, following her satirical poem entitled: My Lyrical Sass, which confronts the societal nature of portraying women as sex-objects.

Her creative and business path has seen her represent her country as an arts and cultural-exchange ambassador in India (Coimbatore and Kerala) and tour the UK (England). But South African stages have always been her favorite arena of her work at play.

Bulelwa Basse

Biography

Bulelwa Basse is the Founder of Lyrical Base Project, an arts and culture organisation which seeks to elevate the profiles of writers from marginalised communities through community-publishing projects and performance poetry (merged with music, dance, visual arts) at cultural and corporate events.

She has collaborated nationally with various arts education institutions and literary establishments, such as Kgare Ya Africa, Centre for the Book, Iziko Museum’s Education Department, Cape Town Language Committee, Artscape Theatre, Badilisha Poetry and the City of Cape Town, in the capacity of Language Facilitator, Published/Performance Poet, Guest Speaker and Events Co-ordinator.

Her writing has been published by the Poetry Institute of Africa, University of KwaZulu Natal Press, Department of Arts and Culture, The British Council and Oprah Magazine.

Basse is passionate about aligning herself with women empowerment projects such as Bona Magazine’s Women Empowerment Club, True Love Magazine’s Winning Style and Move Magazine’s empowerment initiatives, for which she’s both hosted and performed her poetry as a motivational tool.

Bulelwa is former Editor of Muse, an online poetry publishing and profiling magazine, and has earned herself a performance platform on, Poetry Delight, where she’s affectionately known on stage as, Miss “Sassy” Basse, following her satirical poem entitled: My Lyrical Sass, which confronts the societal nature of portraying women as sex-objects.

Her creative and business path has seen her represent her country as an arts and cultural-exchange ambassador in India (Coimbatore and Kerala) and tour the UK (England). But South African stages have always been her favorite arena of her work at play.

A woman's journey

Enlarge poem

(Priceless is Her Worth: She is Woman)

The universe itches
at the soles of her resilient feet,
with its persistent requests

Step-by-step she treads tactfully
towards the accomplishment of each,
without a sigh in sound

Even when her shoulders emulate
the shape of her burdens,
the corners of her eyes
crease with a smile,
whenever she is greeted
by the innocence of her kind

Her arms, welcoming
Her intellect, provocative
Her tongue, gentles enraged hearts
And her beauty, silencing

Grown men break into infant tongues
in her presence,
clumsy over her supremacy
Many have competed
and all have self-ridiculed,
in a quest for her opulence,
yet priceless is her worth

Her love is nothing short of God:
She seeks connection
with every soul she meets
Found love, first,
before knowing who she was

In random tragedy
she learns hard lessons
Through loss of many sentimentals,
gains internal sharpening

Her eyes widen with awe
per universal orbit
And with life’s surprising schooling,
steps the world
with a little bit of wisdom

Her footprints unravel mystery
Her word speaks comprehension
And her exchange rives consciousness
Like stitches in assembly on a quilt,
every encounter is history recorded,
as she journeys with all the living’s aspirations
Dreams, their success
Mourns their loss
Cries their tears
And fights, for the feeble-minded one’s sanity

It is this essence of woman
that propels the world
to dreams fulfilled
Gives birth to characters of excellence,
cultured minds,
conquering attitudes,
and celebrated spirits
Because hers, has always been blessed
with the power of building
not only a home but also a nation

She is the perfect poem
Poetry lover’s seek
She is woman – a victor, not a victim
Intsika yesizwe!

Featured Poem:

How do you still

Enlarge poem

How do you still love me so long,
in a world governed by superficiality?
An ordinary girl I am,
yet rare beauty you sense in me
Though in poverty you grew,
in wealth you live, in loving me

How do you still adore me so true,
in a time defined by youthful lust,
with authenticity eroded by fantasy?

Anchoring whispers from your honest lips
escort me through years of growing pains,
yet you tire not, for the sake of my happiness

How do you still,
in the madness of my upheavals
find patience to sane me to Godly harmony,
when haste and irregularity have become
second-nature to our nation?

With consistent unselfishness
you dedicate to me your life,
with hopeful anticipation
of an even more colourful future – together,
one that dreamlettes of our youth conceived

In loving you,
I live my purpose
In being with you,
I do Mother-nature justice
In choosing you as my reason for breathing,
I do honour our forefathers
And celebrate longevity

If there was a school for love,
YOU would be teacher
And I’d still be the student,
who continues to ask:
How do you still?.. How do you still?..

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (5)
  • Pride (4)
  • Optimism (5)
  • Anger (1)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (1)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (2)
  • Jubilation (3)

A woman's journey

Enlarge poem

(Priceless is Her Worth: She is Woman)

The universe itches
at the soles of her resilient feet,
with its persistent requests

Step-by-step she treads tactfully
towards the accomplishment of each,
without a sigh in sound

Even when her shoulders emulate
the shape of her burdens,
the corners of her eyes
crease with a smile,
whenever she is greeted
by the innocence of her kind

Her arms, welcoming
Her intellect, provocative
Her tongue, gentles enraged hearts
And her beauty, silencing

Grown men break into infant tongues
in her presence,
clumsy over her supremacy
Many have competed
and all have self-ridiculed,
in a quest for her opulence,
yet priceless is her worth

Her love is nothing short of God:
She seeks connection
with every soul she meets
Found love, first,
before knowing who she was

In random tragedy
she learns hard lessons
Through loss of many sentimentals,
gains internal sharpening

Her eyes widen with awe
per universal orbit
And with life’s surprising schooling,
steps the world
with a little bit of wisdom

Her footprints unravel mystery
Her word speaks comprehension
And her exchange rives consciousness
Like stitches in assembly on a quilt,
every encounter is history recorded,
as she journeys with all the living’s aspirations
Dreams, their success
Mourns their loss
Cries their tears
And fights, for the feeble-minded one’s sanity

It is this essence of woman
that propels the world
to dreams fulfilled
Gives birth to characters of excellence,
cultured minds,
conquering attitudes,
and celebrated spirits
Because hers, has always been blessed
with the power of building
not only a home but also a nation

She is the perfect poem
Poetry lover’s seek
She is woman – a victor, not a victim
Intsika yesizwe!

Comments

  1. Not sure what to make of it as a fellow poet…. you appear soft and gentle with underlying conviction and wile… perhaps your visual energy makes me want to understand you more…. There was a hint of inspiration then it too magically went off on another journey… ☺ Lorenzo

    Lorenzo

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