Biography of Chimnese Davids
Chimnese Davids is an accounts clerk she has been a part of many online writing websites as an official of two poetry communities, Jingle Poetry & Gooseberry Gardens. She has been published in two anthologies, Step Into My Shoes & Love in Creativity. She lives in Cape Town, South Africa.
Writing has always been my passion since I was a little girl, listening to my grandmother, as she would tell me stories of her childhood, I would sit and listen intensively. I guess you can say I was a bit home bound, my books and my grandmother was where you would always find me. My space for me as long as I can recall was 'with her nose in her book' as my gran replied. I post most of my poetry that’s currently on my author blog at Allpoetry.com. In the past year I have had poetry published on an online magazine, AllthingsGirl. Where they published my poem, Raising Daughters. In June 2011 I was one of the contributors towards a poetry anthology Step Into My Shoes with jafansta publications.
Chimnese Davids's Works:
My Unrequited love Letters
Muses of Wandering Passions
Chimnese Davids Poems
A Bittersweet Coffee Taste
Caffeine is the flavor of my morning the flavor I love tasting on your tongue each morning watching us hold our cups in our hands as you smile this radiance
1. Love is not the object of once affection. But the combination of two or more hearts finding the beauty in life as they see it.
Muses Of Lust
a poet without a muse how can that be, when all he smells is her scent on his pillow, his bed linens as the two plays a rhythm with there bodies melting they close together. Her scent sends him to a world
Roses Of Passionate Love
You captured my heart with your golden brown eyes as you lean over kissing my cheek with your tender loving smile placed on my heart I see your face in the
My mind is overflowing with words that consume me My life is filled with hope of a new dawn A new sunset to come and wash over these bruises Stilling the pressures of my world,
Muses Of Lust
a poet without a muse how can that be,
when all he smells is her scent on his pillow, his bed linens
as the two plays a rhythm with there bodies melting
they close together. Her scent sends him to a world
Beyond this one as the universe and earth combined in a mixture
of passionate lovemaking as their lips melt with each other.
A rhythm they are playing making sounds of mystery
as he's hands both lay on the small of her back.
Surrounding there bodies to become a sound of poetry