Author: Unknown
I reside beside me
In a box
Betwixt the jelly
And the locks
All tangled mystery
Many knocks
As jeopardy creeps on misty paws
Each ounce to pounce
Clocks in a box
Circadian pox
And mystery's knocks
Loud refrain
Time and again
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
A bit of a play on words about the rhythm of life and trying to make sense of it all.
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Author: Unknown
On mud-will days when malls about
All shake with trays
A shopper taps the wares
Warily ... lest someone cares
He wakes to the trill
Of a pneumatic drill
Puts on his boots
And climbs the hill
A quiet smoke
A quiet lunch
A quiet bloke
Waiting for the crunch
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Posted: May 2010
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Author: Unknown
Rain spreads her dampening coverlet
Thoughtlessly, mercilessly, even purposely
And open-petal welcomed by flora in despair
She black omen-like lingers and filters the air
Then swiftly as a woman's whims, in a cloud of grey she goes
Only the country shows compassion as she pours out all her woes
Thankful for these teardrops, though cursed by those on Earth
Who thoughtlessly condemn them, these saviours of their birth
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
This was my first (and last, as it happens) attempt at a sonnet, while at school when God was a boy.
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Author: Unknown
In Muizenberg (let's call it Muz)
As surfboard-wielding folk go by
I detect an enduring buzz
From one whose limits know no sky
She's Ladybee and quite a catch
She knows her rhymes, it comes quite natch
Makes spirits soar with kind critique
What a girl ... bon appetit!
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
WAG (What a girl!)
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Author: Unknown
Ill at ease?
Life's complex, a tease
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Food for thought
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Author: Unknown
The world is my oyster
If I am its pearl
And if it were moister
... then I'd be a girl
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Just an acknowledgement of the softer, gentler nature of women.
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Author: Unknown
It is a better thing to be
One who hungers and is free
Than to stroll the lavish plains
With gilt-and-satin inlaid chains
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
On obtaining refugee status in England in 1978 to evade conscription into the South African army.
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Author: Unknown
Form, form
You twist the norm
Figure, figure
I like your vigour
Quicksand digger,
Pulsating squirm
Normal figure
... I prefer the worm!
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
Just a wee rant about blind conformity.
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Author: Unknown
The starfish wept
In water polluted
As my bladder emptied
In tears diluted
'A measure of space I'd gladly swop
For the treasure that leisurely lies 'neath my rock
But don't step on me please, leave me be (keep my shape)
I'm a starfish, related (albeit distantly)
To the MIGHTY APE'
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I guess this one's about idly pissing on a starfish and pondering whether it should have rather been avoided for the greater good. Been there, done that, got the seashirt. Frivolous ... but I suppose there is a deeper meaning, in that we should really respect all life forms, a'la the Buddhist teachings.
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Author: Unknown
Time lay in wait
And she was the bait
... And I bit
She twisted my arm
And I fell for her charm
... And that's it!
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
This could be used as a (very) short wedding speech by a reluctant public speaker.
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