Biography of Yvonne Rautenbach
Yvonne Rautenbach Poems
Shining black moon Thrilled with teeth Come to our shores Of gold and grief
The Wandering Man - Homeless
Wandering man dreams of a place with no demands yet no disgrace with nice clean sheets, a fragrant pillow, Wills that bend around like willow
Beloved tools unstirred They are strangers Brushes, pencils, pens Erased from my picture
The Ballad Of Mary And Her Dog Chappie
The Ballad of Mary and Chappie She was wandering whitehaired clutching her lead
Futures In Art - Children Painting
Faces bow In days unknowing Gaze upon a virgin sheet Smileys in a snowstorm glowing Painting lips which never meet
Faces And Forums
Faces and Forums Do we really want an answer Are we questioning ourselves
Market Day In Ely City
Market Day in Ely city Busking, business clink and clatter
Dear Old Stick
Dear Old Stick! ! Images of Derek with his stick A gentleman with touch of royal chic
Some things are said without saying But sadly a few never said A word which is painful in coming Can get lost in the thoughts of your head.
You have chosen your rack and put me in mine Labelled and corked and all in line Haughty necked thoughts fermenting
Physi - Ode (To My Physiotherapist)
I went to you in pain and told my tale How I saw the world in darkness now gone stale
When The Bough Breaks-Trees
There is a knife in the hand of a vicious breeze I wonder did it murder the trees? There is noise like acid and wasps in my head Did they rattle my nerves until they were dead?
Carpenter- Dedicated To Richard Of Ely
Possibly a love I never knew He stood for strength and resolution too Carved like oak but softer than cut stone Shoring up and beaming all alone
The Real Neighbour From Hell - Halloween...
This is definitely not the place to have a party because every carport echos like the Matterhorn. You should wipe that smile right off your face For all all the peace you might have had is gone
Forget about pretty now
it's about being kind
Your waves are looking thin now
Your skin is like a rind.
Where once you swept a silky bob
There's only bits of straw
Though you trawl the fashion shops