Stroked Satin Skin
We should make love more often, Rudi
said - Once a day not enough anymore?
I queried - We have to practice for our
world trip – Shall we do England?
Yes, we’ll make love in a small inn over-
looking the Thames - Oh? Why not a tourist
site? Rudi asked - Because the English is
more inhibited, I honour their decency
The French is more decadent – And Italy?
snuggling closer, I stroked the satin skin
on his back – Oh, we’ll do it in the middle
of Rome, you know their reputation
We’ll put them to the test! – Louise, you are
a little devil, have you no interest in art and
culture? – Yes, after conquering various
parts of the world, culture is old
But we are young at heart!
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Chocolate Cake And Rudi
Chocolate cake and Rudi
and my life is complete
Rudi surmises if only
I had more chocolate
cake I would have felt
better all the time, he
says for a statue I have
amazing powers, I
forgot to say, I’m the
statue of Liberty!
I wonder, will too much
love scare him away?
If he takes another trip
out to sea, I’ll be a stow-
away; why should he
be a marine biologist?
Juliette says I mustn’t
love him so much to
prevent my heart being
broken, I said yea right
I’ll hate him already
and when I have kids
I’ll kick them around
to make sure I’ll never
miss them if they leave
me one day - that’s not
what I meant, she
declared, I said if I
cool down my love
so as to be prepared
For later strife – I’ll be
the cause of the rift,
what a brilliant self-
fulfilling prophecy…
Chocolate cake and Rudi
I’ll just love him to death
I missed him more than
life itself, while he was
gone the world stopped,
the sun went away, now
he is back, the sun came
out, I can see again…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Love Endures Beyond This Life
A dream wedding it was, Juliette’s correct mother wriggling
her toes in the sand, everyone breaking out of their normal
stance, romantic Rudi complimenting me as I met him on
the edge of the sea, he loved my dress, lack of make-up,
no trimmings that seem so irksome and unnecessary, he
loved my veil and anchor, saying so much, the pastor had
to silence him to conduct the service, I didn’t listen, my head
too full of beautiful thoughts, blue sky, sunshine, white sand,
enticing sea, finally said I do, a beach braai, ran into the
waves, went to a club afterwards where we danced, muted
music romantic, Rudi whispering kamasutra for you and me,
I love the idea, I love life and all the world, I love Rudi in terms
I cannot express, driving off, leaving the rest, discovering new
intimacy, proud of making a contract to take care of each other,
joyous in creating a new life, willing to stake my life on Rudi,
willing to live I Corinthians 13 with him – love forgives
everything, hopes everything, gives everything, love
endures beyond this life…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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I Love To Love Rudi
Laughing, eating, drinking and enjoying,
Rudi ran off from the conference to be
with me tonight, he knows I can’t sleep
when he’s not home, he doesn’t care for
the function and important guests at the
conference hotel, when he walked in with
a wide and mischievous grin, I could have
swallowed him, he came with chocolate
liqueur, my favourite, found me adding
stencils to the walls in the kitchen, he was
so surprised and helped me clean up,
and what with liqueur and everything,
we had a wonderful reunion in each
others arms before going out to buy take-
aways – Rudi preferring THIS to his
smart dinner-dance at a smart venue,
I feel like a million bucks, I love the love
that chocolate liqueurs add by making
inhibitions fade, I love to love Rudi, I
love the way he loves me, I love life –
I love the world tonight!
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Rudi And Me Doing The Tango
I watch dancing on TV – So You Think You
Can Dance and Strictly Come Dancing, and I
dream – that is Rudi and me doing the tango,
there we go, entranced in a dreamy waltz, here
we come in an exciting Bossa Nova, then we
do a fast Foxtrot, Rudi is laughing at me, he
says he would never dance like that, sway his
hips, playing tricks, I pout and say I want to
dance again with him; so he waltzes me to his
bedroom, he says the only dance he really likes
is a tango for two flat in bed, when he gets to
feed his eyes, lips, hands and tongue on his
partner’s gyrating body parts, he makes me
laugh; I bite at him and complain it’s not a
dance when lying down, he says I asked for
it and drags me off into the kitchen where he
exhibits his culinary skills and gourmet taste
in quite a novel way, given the main dish is
me, Louise Tredoux, the Pastor’s daughter,
oh, how I’ve fallen from quiet religious con-
templation, and oh, how I’m rising on the
wings of ecstasy – becoming nourishment
for the man I love - in all my dignity –
on the kitchen table!
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Love Is Joy
Love is joy, love is acceptance –
accepting my loved one, in total
acceptance of Rudi, of everything
he does, feels, thinks, I feel joy,
and the most amazing thing is –
he accepts me also! It is beyond
description, how it is possible for
him to accept me as I am? I’ve
been waiting for orders to change,
convinced that sometime I should
become a better person, but Rudi
likes ME, it’s flabbergasting, how
can it be? I thought one should
change to accommodate your
mate, I didn’t know what to change
into, was waiting for directions,
checking expectations – and all
I have received is confirmation,
total acceptance from my loved
one – yet I have read that there
is no such thing as unconditional
love, I’m still waiting for the
conditions to come, I’ll love you
if… and there is none! Love to
me is joy, total acceptance and
joy, singing with the birds,
swimming with the fishes, laughing
with a loved one, loving his warmth,
adoring his smile, seeking explosions
in sensations and bubbling emotions,
I see Rudi as more than human, he
is an Angel to me…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Life is Music And Love
Listening to Cavaliera Rusticana, Rudi’s
favourite, I don’t know it well, male voices
like hobos and flutes, golden shine in the
brown hues, silver sopranos flashing in deep
ocean water, the music calls for conducting
moving to the music, Rudi’s arms around me
I love him, love the music, vibrantly alive, a
celebration of life, rhythm and notes bring
love to me, music enclosing everything, a
framework that confers meaning, Rudi’s
voice a velvet cloth in which he wraps me
safely, soft, warm, caressing my heart
Spinning a safety net, catching me when I
fall into nightmares, building a bulwarks
against fear for the future, against the pain
of being born sinful, being incomplete – he
brings completion and infinity, the most
wonderful feeling of security, music and
Harmony, I fly on your music, swaying to
the beat, life is music and love to me…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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We don’t think the world can be Woodstock … Who’d think the world could be a perpetual carnival? But we do think that the world could rediscover values that used to be automatically produced by culture but aren’t anymore because culture is subject to the commodification in our world. Everything is sold back to us, targeted to demographics. What we have to do is make progress in the quality of connection between people, not the quantity of consumption.
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The more English is heard in the world, the more gratifying it seems to speak French, and above all to know the culture of our country. They find a kind of French social grace in the language and culture.
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What is Culture
What is Culture?
What we think of in Rumbek
What we think of in Jerusalem
What we think of in Moscow
All different things we think, say,
Do and make at different places at the same time
What differentiate a man from insects, birds and beasts?
If you don’t have a culture
You’re a housefly
If you don’t keep your culture
You’re a beetle or cockroach
If you adopt a culture
You’re a tick
If you hate other’s culture
You’re a toad
If you don’t hate or love other’s culture
You’re real man
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Even More Domineering
I love Rudi’s protectiveness, Juliette says
I’m a disgrace to all feminists, I love his
jealousy while Juliette points out that she
is the great beauty, not I, she has the hair,
seriously beautiful hair, long legs and big
blue eyes; while I have soft hair, light-sen-
sitive eyes and short legs and a non-sexy
smile, Juliette has been crowned first
princess in a beauty pageant
She mockingly threatens to steal Rudi from
me, he’s much too handsome and I’m much
too clinging, she says, but I disagree, I asked
him could he have chosen Juliette if he had
met her first, he burst out laughing and said
not on your life, I don’t care for eyes, legs and
hair, but about what’s inside, I asked him if
he loved what’s inside me more
than the outside –
He replied, I love what’s inside AND I adore
the package in which you arrived, he kissed
my non-glamorous hair and my light-sensitive
eyes and said he liked the fire that lived inside,
he kissed my non-sexy smile and said the love
in the line of my lips drove him wild, I asked him
about my being too dependent and forcing him
to be domineering, using Juliette’s arguments;
he decided then and there
To become even more domineering instead
and marched me off to bed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Racism and the Culture Of Racism
We must be aware…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It’s a slur and a swear….,
The Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can’t turn your back….,
On the Culture Of Racism….,
Or you’ll feel the whack…,
Of the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
It’s hard to believe….
The Culture Of Racism….,
That’s why we all grieve….,
The Culture Of Racism…! ! !
We must face the facts….,
On the Culture Of Racism ….! ! !
Cause we’ve seen the attacks…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It follows us all…,
The Culture Of Racism….,
But we must stand tall….,
Against the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can we control or stop it….,
As long as it’s been livin’….? ? ?
That’s the priceless question….,
On the Culture Of Racism…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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The Wedding List
No, Ill never give the hunt up,
And I wont muck it up.
Somehow this is it, I knew.
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
Weve come together in the very same room,
And Im coming for you!
Do you think Id ever let you
Get away with it, huh?
He swooned in warm maroon.
Theres gas in your barrel, and Im flooded with doom.
Youve made a wake of our honeymoon,
And Im coming for you!
All of the headlines said passion crime
newly weds groom shot dead
mystery man. God help the bride
Shes a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. she said--
Ill put him on the wedding list!
Ill put him on the wedding list!
Ill get him and I will not miss.
Now, as Im coming for you,
All I see is rudi.
I die with him, again and again.
And Ill feel good in my revenge.
Im gonna fill your head with lead
And Im coming for you!
And when its all over youll roll over
The butt of my gun:
One in your belly, and one for rudi.
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie.
Bang-bang--out! like an old cherootie,
Im coming for you!
All of the headlines said passion crime:
newly weds groom shot dead
mystery man. God help the bride!
Shes a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. she said--
She sure got him on the wedding list
Ill got him on the wedding list!
Ill got him and I will not miss.
Ill put him on the wedding list!
And after she shot the guy,
She committed suicide.
Im coming, rudi!
And later, when they analysed,
They found a little one inside.
It must have been rudis child.
I shot, I shot, I shot him honey!
Never mind, she got the guy.
He hit the ground, rudi!
An eye for an eye.
Ashes to ashes...
Eye for an eye.
I hit him, hit him
Rudi!, rudi!
Im coming coming coming honey
Eye for an eye.
Rudi!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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My Only Measure
He went back to work, I fell asleep, when
he returned, I had cleaned the flat and all
the dishes, feeling sleepy, but oh, so happy,
blue eyes shining, seeing his delight, offered
him a pre-dinner drink, a meal for a king, he
loved it, I’m not domesticated, this is special,
he kissed my hands, my face, my everything
I kissed him back, life is GOOD when you have
someone to love, not simply a sex toy, which
is good enough, everyone assures me, but I’m
the old-fashioned kind, while full well realizing
sex per se is meaningless, I love adding it as zest
to my love relationship with Rudi, he is someone
special, far beyond mere romance
Yet, he is romance incarnate, that will change, all
assure me, it is a chemical reaction, short-lived –
just until I conceive and have his child – then he’ll
turn his attention elsewhere, every time I come
across this cynical assessment I cry again, it is so
sad and threatening, why did my mother die when
I was born – did she feel rejected already
Did she know of the cynical opinions to come? I’m
scared of life, Rudi is my breastplate, his loyalty to
our relationship my only measure to determine
where I am …
poem by Louise Tredoux
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A Gilded Anchor Enmeshed In Sea-Weed
A beautiful wedding dress, a wonderful gown,
a lovely pattern, a magical moment in time,
the dressmaker frowned when she heard the
wedding would be on the beach, but that’s
too bad, now she is shortening the hem and
taking the scallops away, but I’ll still have
scallops and pearls on the bodice - and a
pearly headdress
Rudi says he’ll hire a tuxedo, but he’ll roll up
the legs, leave his shoes at home, the pastor
frowned also but smiled when we showed him
the makeshift structure in which we can be
married in sand; Juliette will be a happy
bridesmaid, happily gazing at Werner
I want to carry a concoction of seaweed
and other nautical things, Rudi asked
what about a little anchor in gold and
laughed, he gave me an idea, now
we’ll see his surprise when I pitch up
carrying my gilded anchor enmeshed
in sea-weed
Juliette wanted to add a ship’s figurehead;
adding mermaids as a theme, I sternly told
her she could do that when she marries
herself, if on the beach I will assist, other-
wise she’ll have to be on her own
I can’t wait to see the dressmaker today, a
wedding on beach is the second most
wonderful idea I’ve ever had in my life –
the first one, of course, was saying yes
when Rudi proposed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Rudi
Artists and inventors,
You have what it takes to be digital;
For my name is Rudi and,
Technology had made me what i am today.
How can a perfect love go wrong?
Like the sadness of many faces around me;
But the exotic feelings of the beautiful pleasure do crown the day.
Rippling satins and exquisite embroideries,
The geometrical signs will not stop this love;
For i do have my signature all over you!
Pass tis on to her and,
Show her the way to my office;
Pass this on tho him and,
teach him the way to do things;
For my name is Rudi and,
Technology had made me what i am today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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From The Dark Aged Continent
A people comes hurrily
from the dark aged continent,
emerging as the world super-power
in no distant time.
A people once a colony
of one European species;
a people once oppress’d,
and culture down-turn’d by the bleach’d culture.
Here comes the people of tough black skin,
conquering peoples upon peoples
to rule the whole world with
their own refin’d science and arts:
a people of one soul, one way, one mind.
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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Love Profusion
There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel
You make it shine
There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration
And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
(Spoken:)
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
And the love profusion
You make me feel
You make me know
And the love intention
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
You make me shine
You make me feel
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good
song performed by by Madonna
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An Internet Culture!
It unites people,
Creates friendships
And develops love!
It makes publication of
Articles, short stories,
Novels and poems
Easier than before!
It makes impossible things possible
And makes talents never go waste in life!
Internet culture has made the big world
Into small village within the palm of man!
The development of this culture
Will make life better than before!
poem by Ramesh T A
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What 'multiculturalism' boils down to is that you can praise any culture in the world except Western culture - and you cannot blame any culture in the world except Western culture.
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In A Certain Culture
In a certain culture,
People do eat and drink blood;
In a certain culture,
People wake up early to eat before they brush their teeth;
In a certain culture,
People eat animals already found dead;
In a certain culture,
People wake up early to eat before they bath;
In a certain culture,
People eat snakes and dogs;
In a certain culture,
People wake up to brush their teeth before eating;
In a certain culture,
People eat monkeys and crocodiles;
Ina certain culture,
People wake up in the morning to bath before they eat;
In a certain culture,
To be naked at the beachside is okay;
In a certain culture,
It is a taboo to be naked at the beachside;
And this is all about life on this earth!
Because what is sweeter on your lips is bitter on mine;
And it is very strange to experience all these facts around the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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