L. Stoney
This is a amazing collection of over a hundred poems that you will find hard to put down once you open the first pages. It covers a wide range of topics on life and its challenges...
The young poet plays around with words and puts across his message in a very unique style. He touches the reader from virtually every other angle of life - political, factual, social, erotic, poverty, race, oppression, war, love, etc.
It is a collection of poems that many will find very controversial!
The poet captures many people's rough and tough transitions from a life of disadvantage to that of opportunity, and highlights everything in between. Written in a unique yet simple play of words, the Titanic Verses collection will appeal to the mature and open-minded, both young and old.
Stoney started working on Titanic Verses when he was still a high school student, as the co-editor of the school magazine and newsletter, and president of the school's Creative Writers' Circle.
By the time the anthology was completed, he was a twenty-two-year-old Trainee Chartered Accountant reading for a Bachelor of Accounting Science degree with the University of South Africa. From PricewaterhouseCoopers to Deloitte & Touche, he has practiced as an auditor, and subsequently as a senior Finance Executive.
While focusing on developing his audit and financial management career, this anthology was read and edited by several authors, poets and other artistes in Southern Africa. Some of the poems have won several international awards, and appeared in several publications across the globe.
By the time this collection was eventually published in 2007, the poet was back in the audit profession, in New York City, USA.
BETRAYED!
You hid the political rat / Under the church mat / And prayed I would never know
When I opened my trusting eye / And asked you why / The fiend in you fried the friend in me
Then blood floods my nose / For only Heaven knows / Which fat cat did this behind my sofa…
THERE CRIES A ROAD WORKER
There is sweat on my collar / I must be dying for a dollar
I work my way down the road / Still, I know I will never be lord
THESE POEMS
He chooses the wisest of words / To tell a lie,
The sweetest rhyme in her world / To say goodbye...
OF WAR AND PEACE
From the beard-grey of Sunrise / To the blood-red of Sunset's eyes
Only the horrible logic of war rages on / The bloody songs sung by tortured voices...
