![]() Don Beukes is originally from Cape Town, South Africa where he was born, raised and educated in the last two decades of Apartheid. He is a retired English and Geography teacher, now weaving words and have only been published since August 2015, writing about global issues affecting our global village and trying to adjust our moral compass. His work has appeared in Indiana Voice Journal, Prachya Review, Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, The Voices Project, GloMag and others and is to be a featured Contemporary World Poet in Asian Signature in the June 2016 issue. He has been published in two Anthologies by Creative Talents Unleashed; 'Shades of the Same Skin' and 'Poetic Melodies' and the forthcoming 'Selfhood' anthology by Transcendent Zero Press. The 'Aapstrak' Quadrilogy Gnilegnoj- Part One They call me Gnilegnoj I’m aware my features disturb you just cannot help yourself, with breath gasping hands frantically clasping your whole being not grasping. Your heart instantaneously a wreckage battling to absorb the message questioning my metamorphoses was I constructed by dark forces? My UFO eyes leaving you mesmerised your thoughts a galactic black hole clashing with your brainwashing - You mock and chastise me my traumatic existence not free my uniqueness not celebrated - My kind universally heinously hated. My forefathers a vicious circle, My ruby fiery blue blood flow gushing onto my biological glow so there you are liberated, Here I am their clown confiscated, My kind intrusively stared at like a monstrous pre-historic carnivorous cat, If you could only take the leap momentarily locking your prejudice streak, You might look at me and see your blinding reflection wouldn’t you agree? I am you, They call me Gnilegnoj. Egnis Ednarg - Part Two As I retreat from yet another mayhem mission I fail to purify my veiled vision, My position dictated by royal commission I yearn for a renewed identity - Who is this murderous malevolent entity? My pulsating heart no more a sacred sanctuary I am all seeing all knowing - Oh, the curse of an anointed king enforcing the reviled royal sting! My stained ancient face splattered with the spoils and coils of senseless savage wars not even I remember the cause, Sheepishly abiding to our extinct defunct porous laws with its obvious catastrophic flaws. My mission a clever ruse showered in ruby rouge if only to aimlessly amuse, My intransigence no coincidence, I do what must be done in order for us to thrive stay alive, Furiously battling to survive as I gaze over the cancerous carnage I am overcome by echoing emotion amidst the confused commotion, Lamenting our rumination and ruination, Clinging to a false legacy overshadowed by a tainted tribal ecstasy. I am known as Egnis Ednarg I have served my time, lying here bleeding multi-coloured blood, Our ephemeral state not truly sublime. Volcon- Part Three My fiery baptised name is Volcon I have beady piercing fire-rock eyes like a falcon - My spiral temper burns and erupts like a gurgling volcano if you dare to look at me adjust your gawping gaze or I might blind you at this stage. My title was sparked by the royal Egnis Ednarg, What he does not suspect is my steaming hatred with immediate effect, His heir is rumoured to be announced for sure, He is known to me and you as that disgusting freak of nature Gnilegnoj, I dare not share my murderous thoughts or even divulge a slight hint what do you think? The elders often meet in secret sharing vicious tales and prophesies most sacred igniting my swirling atomic anger confirming my secret bloodline and crowning as rightful future defender. My dead-stare pearly midnight eyes witness things you dare not believe, Am I entitled to take what is rightfully mine disturb the current order sublime? You will most probably never understand my inner turmoil and heritage grand - It drowns me in a bottomless hole tears me apart my heart dark charcoal, Venomous rumours puncture my loyalty, The time has come to annihilate false royalty! No time for regret the trap set left with no choice my challenging flag to hoist, My jealousy no confusion it feeds my chosen mission - I dare not falter now my crown awaits, are you with me to witness unimaginable agonising anarchy? Gnilredou- Part Four At first glance you might think I'm in a geriatric trance or perhaps my war-torn physique dilutes my proud nation's mystique - I share a bloodline regal and rare powerful warriors born from my lair. I am Ouderling fondly known as Gnilredou great-grandfather to the royal heir Gnilegnoj, His brittle life in imminent mortal danger disturbingly not from a foreign stranger, My physical state might just dictate my ultimate foretold fate although history dictates it will suffer from jealous related hate. The elders have secretly gathered to speak of an unknown dangerous heir I supposedly fathered, Known amongst us as the devious one none other than that opportunist Volcon! In hindsight I now regret sending my grandchild to war - He failed miserably to settle that ancient score, His defeat pitifully punctured my tired heart, I do not mourn the slain king Egnis Ednarg. Our legacy will echo eternal our leadership to remain purely paternal - If you dare to look more closely you might even possibly see the omnipresent face of my ancestor, Valiant true defender proud protector, The enigmatic and heroic Rotsecna.
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Ken Allan Dronsfield
7/15/2016 10:42:04 am
Don, what can I say, thoroughly enjoyed all your work, and the accompanying art is stunning. Superb set!
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Soodabeh Saeidnia
7/15/2016 10:52:52 am
Wow.. great poems and paintings Don, I liked them all. Wish you the best in your poetry.
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8/26/2016 06:14:46 pm
Excellent writing. I am intrigued. I want to read more about these characters.
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