Though words may change some things do not
Her husband was a bedswerver.
A braggart who did not deserve her.
But she herself a Bellibone.
Had she but known. Had she but Known
his character before they wed
then she would not have graced his bed.
He was smock sniffer through and through.
The vows he made were all untrue.
He treats her as a draggletail.
Her protests all to no avail.
Which leaves her with no other choice
but file the papers for divorce.
And this she does successfully
He has to pay alimony
She lives alone now happily
At his expense completely free.
She will not be again redmod
A beaten child still fears the rod.
No longer foolishly naïve
she believes all men deceive.
Glossary of obsolete words
Bedswerver unfaithful husband
Bellibone a sweet and innocent woman.
Draggletail a prostitute
Smock sniffer a philander.
Redmod Hastily.
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Though words may change something do not
Her husband was a bedswerver.
A braggart who did not deserve her.
But she herself a bellibone.
Had she but known. Had she but Known
his character before they wed
then she would not have graced his bed.
He was smock sniffer through and through.
The vows he made were all untrue.
He treats her as a draggletail.
Her protests all to no avail.
Which leaves her with no other choice
but file the papers for divorce.
And this she does successfully
He has to pay alimony
She lives alone now happily
At his expense completely free.
She will not be again redmod
A beaten child still fears the rod.
No longer foolishly naïve
she believes all men deceive.
Glossary of obsolete words
Bedswerver unfaithful husband
Bellibone a sweet and innocent woman.
Draggletail a prostitute
Smock sniffer a philander.
Redmod Hastily.
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A touch of Frost for Friend Thad
From my library shelf I took
by random choice a poetry book.
I thought to while some time away
to brighten up a boring day
It chanced to be by Robert Frost
and I was hooked completely lost
I finished the anthology
and found his words inspired me
I had to try and see if I
could find the words to satisfy
the need I felt to emulate.
This poet who could clearly state
in his own style of poetry.
His own home spun philosophy.
28-May-08
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Moonlight and Poses
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Accept the fact that men will lie
You know full well the reason why.
Some men believe that if they try
a naïve girl might just give way
Sweet words can lead a girl astray
To men love is game they play
and so they lie to get their way.
Sweet words can lead a girl astray.
Any mature woman knows
that men are driven by their lust
and their sweet words you cannot trust.
The question which she has to pose
Is this a man who I can trust?
Any mature woman knows
There is no reason to adjust
what she believes unless she must.
Any mature woman knows
There comes a time she cant resist.
She knows she’s acting foolishly
but they surrender easily.
Because their libidos insist
they explore sexuality
There comes a time they can’t resist.
Deceptive moon light may assist
surrender of the chastity.
We should excuse them readily.
There comes a time they can’t resist.
They blame the moonlight and the man
deny responsibility
for their sexuality
Because they are quite sure they can
expect at least some sympathy.
They blame the moonlight and the man.
Perhaps I’m judging unfairly
but that is how it seems to me.
They blame the moonlight and the man.
It takes a woman and a man
a mutual complicity.
So neither one can be guilt free.
It has been so since time began
throughout recorded history.
It takes a woman and a man.
Theres little probability
that things will change foreseeably.
It takes a woman and a man.
Triolet quartet
23/08/2009
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It is your choice.
.
I think it is ridiculous
What politicians promise us.
When they are on the campaign trail
and hope their party will prevail
They seem to think we are naïve
enough to readily believe
All of the promises they make
which once elected they will break.
We know that politicians lie
we also know the reason why
They are afraid that they will lose.
I we were really free to choose
A system which truly fair
to everybody everywhere.
The present system guarantees
a government which will not please.
The bulk of the electorate.
We have no choice but to demand.
This is no time to hesitate
We need to make them understand.
The time has come to make a stand.
Insist on change long overdue.
They’re not elected to command
But do the job they’re paid to do.
Perhaps this time our votes will show
we will no longer tolerate
The antiquated Status Quo
unsuited to a modern state.
It is your choice it’s up to you
to use your vote or to abstain
To take a chance on something new
Or settle for the same again.
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Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
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Familiarity breeds contempt.
The psychedelic neon signs.
A visual insanity.
Create intricate designs
that linger momentarily.
They are designed to catch the eye
which they did successfully.
Illuminating passers by
in garish colours constantly.
We can ignore them easily.
They have become familiar.
part of our past history.
We have become particular.
Their garish colours are a bore
they don’t intrigue us any more.
Friday,18 February 2011
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New take on Blake for My Friend Amy
Little lamb who made thee?
Made thee tender, tasty and sweet,
made thee very good to eat.
A little lamb well pleaseth me
with new potatoes mint and peas.
It satisfies my appetite,
there is no better way to please.
A hungry man who has the right
to have his hunger satisfied
When he’s been hard at work all day.
With tender meat thou hast supplied,
which has been cooked his favourite way.
I do not know my little lamb
but I am glad.I truly am.
18-Sep-08
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The best laidplans gang aft agley Storypoem
I planned her demise carefully
I was quite sure that it would be
accepted as an accident.
Which left me looking innocent.
I thought I had made no mistakes
but I made one that’s all it takes.
One single shred of evidence
destroyed my claim to innocence.
I should have sued for a divorce
that would have been the wisest course.
Though it would not have satisfied
the hatred festering inside
Caused by the mental cruelty
to which she had subjected me
So I devised the perfect plan
to rid myself of this woman.
My only thought revenge is sweet.
I truly thought in my conceit
That I would get away Scott free.
But fate had other plans for me.
My home is temporarily
a hospital I am not free.
I can still smile I am content
her punishment is permanent.
I was adjudged incompetent
of forming murderous intent
The lawyer who defended me
convinced the judge successfully.
That though I caused my wifes demise
I was too ill to recognise
That killing her would be a crime.
My mind abnormal at that time.
I have no reason to complain
I know that I am not insane
That very soon the powers that be
will certify my sanity.
Although my plans went all awry.
The price I pay is not too high
At last I am well rid of you.
It was well worth it in my view.
18/07/2009
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I have become a pragmatist for friend Leslie
I have become a pragmatist
I’ve been betrayed by so called friends
and people who I thought I knew.
With no attempt to make amends.
I sometimes wonder if it’s true.
Was I myself in part to blame
for trusting far too readily
that’s not the way to win life’s game.
Now that it’s too late I see
I acted rather foolishly.
I should have been more sceptical
and checked them out more thoroughly
at risk of seeming cynical.
I am no longer so naïve
I’ve learnt my lesson I believe.
16/08/2009
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Seeress
I cast the runes: Then carefully
consider what they signify
The different patterns I can see.
I can’t be sure but I can try.
Interpretation is a skill
which operates subconsciously.
Sometimes it’s guided by my will
but not always successfully.
I try to forecast honestly
but do not claim that I am right.
Some things I see will come to be
and some will not but others might.
I cast the runes and concentrate.
Throw wide the portals of my mind.
Receptive in my trancelike state.
I set my spirit free to find.
The answers which I seek to know
which are concealed from mortal eyes.
Interpretations come and go.
I can’t be sure which one is best.
So I select the probable
which seems to fit the question best.
But I am not infallible
I’m only human like the rest.
I do not charge you any fee.
To use the talents I possess
and always warn you clearly
At best my answer is a guess.
2-Sep-08
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Honest Politician for Friend Thad
Self confidence is often found
where it cannot be justified.
In naïve fools who love the sound
of their own voices, full of pride.
Oft in the young an arrogant.
We can forgive them easily
but when the politicians rant.
We listen to them warily.
All of their florid verbiage,
we disregard we know they lie
Their promises mere persiflage
which when elected they deny,
So vote for me an honest man
I’m out to get all that I can.
My honesty makes me unique
I want to board the gravy train.
You can believe these words I speak
Because I state I hope to gain
a seat which will entitle me.
to pursue my own interests.
Claim my expenses easily
for M.P.s there are no means tests.
I can employ my relatives
and claim back their salaries.
The art of nepotism lives
So vote for me I ask you please.
I do not promise that I will do
anything at all for you.
2-Jun-08
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Be kind and courteous to the husband
Who / which is
supporting the elderly woman?
Is it the walker or the husband?
The walker never fails,
The husband sometimes forgets;
The walker never protests,
The husband sometimes pretests
and raises his voice;
You can be rude to the walker,
But be kind and courteous to the husband.
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Hilla Marriage
In Islam
Divorce is the worst thing
Amongst the halal things.
God has made the custom
Of hilla marriage
With a view to
Discourage divorce.
In my view
If a man divorces his wife
Then wants to marry her again
He should marry another woman
Followed by a divorce
To marry his ex-wife
On the other hand
If a woman divorces her husband
Then wants to marry him again
She should marry another guy
Followed by a divorce
To marry her ex-husband
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Lip Service
The ladies of the Women’s Guild.
well armoured in their tweeds and pearls.
Are sure that they will feel fulfilled
by doing good for wayward girls.
Although their vaunted charity
is mainly theoretical.
These pillars of society
are totally impractical.
They won’t consider taking in
young girl who has gone astray.
To free her from a life of sin.
Oh dear me no the ladies say.
Although they have our sympathy.
We keep our own homes trouble free.
1-May-08
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
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A Free State sojourn
I have taken a much needed break
From my husband and his constant nagging
And his boring political manifestos and uninspiring speeches
At last I am free of the bondages
Of my husband's Johannesburg and
The boring conversations of his cronies
I am free in the Free State
And yesterday I took in this
Tall charmer of a toy boy to remind
Myself of what I have been missing
After all that chafing under the tyranny
Of my husband and his godless nyabzen
Glossary
nyabzen-a lover
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A passing thought.
An optimistic pessimist.
An oxymoron without doubt
and yet such crazy thoughts persist.
Something for me to think about.
As I consider carefully.
A pessimist who hopes he’s right
is thinking optimistically.
Though what that proves I do not know.
Except I think it could be so.
Though everybody won’t agree.
Thursday,21 January 2010.
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Men would wander
Stigma attached to widowhood removed,
No woman would care to nurse her husband.
Disgrace clung to divorce taken away,
No woman would tolerate her husband.
Shame of infidelity wiped out,
No woman would mind ditching her husband.
Glory of virginity fast dying,
No woman would stay pure for her marriage
Shackles attached to her broken away,
Men, insecure by nature, would wander.
16.04.2010
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Wordpower for Bro J.T.Early
It was as a schoolboy he
became entranced by poetry
He loved the rhythm and the rhyme
which made his words keep to strict time.
His talent was quite natural
although it was unusual.
He understood instinctively,
what was and was not poetry.
He learnt with words he could command
although he did not understand.
That he was casting potent spells
which tapped into the deepest wells
of other folks experience.
But as he grew in confidence.
In time he came to realise.
His childhood choice had been most wise
and that by mastering poetry.
He’d also mastered wizardry,
he held the power to bless or curse
just by the power of his verse.
He chose to use his power for good
as any decent poet would.
So he confined his wizardry
where it belonged to poetry.
Remember poets when you write
it is your duty to delight
to educate and entertain
and never to another’s bane.
10-Jul-08
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My Privilege
A small girl dances unselfconsciously.
Quite unaware she has an audience
Dancing to music only she can sense
She’s so engrossed she does not notice me
I think that I am fortunate to see
A dance that has no trace of false pretence.
She dances naturally with confidence
A sight which enraptures me completely.
How sad it is to know that she will grow.
and sadly lose her childish innocence.
No more to dance so unselfconsciously.
By hard experience she will come to know
That she must wear a mask in self defence
and never ever show what lies below.
13-Sep-08
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