Finding Forest

they were lost

hiking Constantia Nek

before finding their way back,

but as imperfect as that may seem –

the moments had all the makings of dreams


he wondered if it might’ve been the summer

but was almost certain she was the one

melting his heart


the sound of her laughter –

subtle like the streams

but as bright as the flora


it was as if the content of her mind

shaped her beauty

into a work of art


but even with her sublime features

and the fact she belonged to the intelligentsia

she remained tender and simple in spirit


and without any ifs and buts

she gave him back his strut


© Heath Muchena, 2014


it is not the route

but the path

one takes


not the steps

but the distance

one goes


that bears the real fruit…


© Heath Muchena, 2014

A Writer’s Work on A Woman V

she said:


show me you can work as hard as me,

maybe then I’ll take you seriously


and instantly he knew –

she was the one he’d marry


© Heath Muchena, 2014


regular doses

of poetic pills

to give you the feel

and help you deal


© Heath Muchena, 2014

Origin of Obscene III

mother said:

“your father was always in like Flynn,

and you, too, may have inherited the gene”


© Heath Muchena, 2014


when high on the hog

stay on your job


© Heath Muchena, 2014


don’t rush just because you can

or else it’ll be nothing more than a flash in the pan


© Heath Muchena, 2014


if it is close, but no cigar

keep fingers crossed and never give up


© Heath Muchena, 2014


no time to shoot the breeze

if you are about the loot and cheese


© Heath Muchena, 2014


one has to aim above the standard

to cut the mustard


© Heath Muchena, 2014