Long poem by
Brian Johnston | Details |
(One poet's vision of what being indwelled by Christ's heart might look like)
What makes me feel loved isn't easy to say,
And not because the heart of love is blind
I can see the ripples form in my own pond.
And feel the shock of each and every stone.
Perhaps a fear of words just gets in my way
(I lack the will to open up my mind?) ,
But I have the key, and for me, words are play,
Unlocking the gate would surely be kind.
There are many fair maids of whom I'm quite fond,
But choosing just one would double my moan
You see for me to win not one must be conned.
Not one feel my heart was only on loan.
There are women I know who'll not like my tone,
Though their feet are not bruised by silken frond
I've laid in their path: truly for them I've pined...
Whatever my loss, I'll not rue their day,
Chorus: (Repeat until you tire of it)
For I'm a poly-amorous man, I am, I AM!
January 11, 2014
Please! For the record! Poly-amorous as I am using it here (remember the poem is mine and not what you the reader project onto it) is not a synonym for 'Don Juan' or 'Casanova' and certainly not a synonym for poly-sexual. I'll admit (in an attempt to be completely honest here) that sexual feelings might well be part of a poly-amorous relationship, however they certainly don't define it. I have to admit, like Jimmy Carter (the last honest president perhaps since Lincoln... Only partially serious here) that 'I have lusted after women I was not married to in my heart.' Yes I am an adulterer just like you. But to me, God's convicting me of this sin, was never meant to demean me, but to simply remind me that we have all sinned all sins. Salvation is God's blessing on a broken world, not wages for pay, or 'heaven' for overtime.
The first stanza is about love having a new meaning for me at this stage of my life. I'm 71. There is no possibility of a family for me anymore, no future family to protect as there is when people are much younger. While I can enjoy the fact that a woman is attracted to me, I am no longer enamored by any woman's desire to have me all to herself, nor do I wish to tie down a woman in this way. I still think I believe in commitment, but desire a woman who, like me, believes she is strong enough, and capable of trusting me to the extent that she able to actually accept if not welcome anyone I love into our relationship. The darker undercurrent of this viewpoint is that someday, in the name of love, we may either or both be required to let the other move on, possibly to a new love (or not) , but always lovingly in support the other's personal growth and their soul's needs. She cannot and I cannot allow our personal feelings of self worth to rest solely on our staying together. This love that I am speaking of is beyond jealousy and may not even be possible, but it is what I aspire to.
The second stanza is about the fear we all confront when faced by the prospect of being loved by another. Unlocking our hearts is unfortunately the only way we can know the other's love is real. We must risk losing it all to have a chance of winning it.
The third stanza is about the two pillars that keep the building from collapsing on itself, Integrity (no one is conned) and Surrender (your heart cannot just be loaned out for a limited time, it must be given) .
The fourth stanza is about understanding the fact that what ever the gift's we lay at the feet of another, they can still be rejected. The end purpose of loving another is actually just the gift of our love only, not what we naturally expect (at least hope) to get back. Love and control are diametrical opposites. There are no elements that belong to both sets. (Isn't math fun?)
As the poem has aged on me, I have recently noticed the last 4 words of the poem. Initially I was not sure why the first 'I am' is not capitalized but the second 'I AM' is capitalized. I guess I just saw it as a way of expressing exuberance. Now however, after adding the new subtitle, I think the poem is actually suggesting that the poly-amorous person male or female, is a person touched by divinity, especially blessed by God, a person willing to risk his own happiness and even his primary relationship perhaps, for the greater good of helping others understand that they are lovable (in every way) . So now to me the exuberance has taken on even greater meaning, extended to being joined with God is His mission to show us all that we are lovable.
Personally if someone were to love me to the exclusion of all others, I would be thinking about (in love) committing them to a mental institution. If they were to insist that I love them that way I would be tempted to run as from the devil himself/herself. : -) It is the love my woman has to share with the world that will make me proud to be her mate, not just her physical beauty, the goals we share, or the love she gives to me alone. Ultimately what will bring me to my knees and make me ask her to marry me will be the fact that we both share the same purpose, a desire to first and always serve God.
Long poem by
Maxine Jones | Details |
So I have some things, that I just have to say,
but please do not take me in the wrong way,
I have this tiny little problem, inside me you see,
and its called trying to live with ADHD.
These thing's that you say, they way you behave,
drive me insane, and inside me I crave,
to tell you your wrong, and look like a mug,
I cant stand the thought, of you being a thug.
If I see you pushing and constantly thrashing,
my friends whom are weak, intending to bash em,
I will have to stand up, and defend with my heart,
Say it to me if you really wanna start!
Ill tell you the truth, don't you threat about that,
I'll never be scared of you, swinging that bat.
I've been through worse times, than you can inflict,
you can laugh and say that I am just a (b)witch.
I've taken many a beating, from one's harder than you,
you're a joke, you're clown, do the best you can do,
you will not like me, cause ill tell you the truth,
it ain't all about being a spoof.
You're a book that's been read, from cover to cover,
Predictable, laughable and not the best lover,
you're as see through as cling film, but before its too late,
get a grip you sad person, before they will hate.
you can change the future, if only you'd try,
stop accusing and blaming, and questioning why?
look around you and see, you have a great life,
but if you don't see before you, lose a possible wife.
So I'll tell it like it is, I wont mince my words
right there, right now, you got an incredible bird,
she loves you and would never hurt you, never make you cry,
but you spit and you hiss, and you don't even try.
You're straight out the book, the tactics you use
we know the next step, we know the short fuse,
The questions, the timing, the jealousy of friends,
its all a plan, for her social life to end.
There's really no need to hate and to follow,
trust isn't really a bitter pill to swallow.
Life and love is really OK,
don't be an idiot and throw it all away.
when you have a good woman be happy and proud,
get on that roof top and shout it out loud.
don't toss it aside, cause your angry inside,
give love a chance, her on your arm bursting with pride.
I'll be honest, and truthful, and hope you will find,
the problem within, ill try to be kind,
but ADHD just makes me be true
I really mean no harm, just giving you a clue.
You can hate me, detest me, I really don't care,
I know what your about, I'll stand and stare,
see if you have the balls, to really be true,
when you stand say 'hello, and how are you?'
Been there, and done it, its really no big deal,
2 faced coward is what i do feel.
thing is it really, you don't need to be like that,
but too proud to say, 'yeah OK I been a prat'
No need at all for the mess that is made,
drag yourself out of that neanderthal cave.
there's more to life than fighting and hating,
you only get on shot, so love and stop wasting.
Let people in, let out your fears,
or cling on to em tight, for another 30 years,
hold on to trouble, grip tight onto hate,
lets these years pass you by, and then its too late.
look at yourself, are you really ok??
want another day marked off, with only hate to say?
we want to make you smile, and assure you its fine,
hold glasses of wine up and clink with ' lets dine'
So I suppose the point, I am trying to say,
with my ADHD, I'll just say it this way,
My words come out 'hectic' and not make much sense,
but I'm trying to help you, I make no pretense.
If you think this is about you, or someone you know,
I hope that this poem will help someone to grow,
Just ask and I'll tell you, I wont hide in the forest,
I don't have two faces, you know ill be honest!
So I bid you goodnight, and tell you I'm grateful,
for Tony, my love, I can trust he'll be faithful,
He treats me with love and respect, don't harass me,
two way trust, with my man, means the world, I'll never judge he.
Shame on you wasters, throwing real love away,
it will spring up on you, you'll realize one day,
you had it right there, in the palm of your hand,
but crushed it and blew it away like the sand.
Long poem by
Karl Nkecha Safindah | Details |
I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again and see the light.
Miranda, fairest of them all
Adored our trips to the mall.
I could tell from her charming eyes
That her love would be my demise,
So I fled with what coins I had left,
For her love was akin to theft.
That was when I met my Nora.
By all that’s sweet, she had an aura!
Pretty young thing, genteel with her voice,
Of many boys she was the choice.
Flawless, petite, her looks were fine.
I swore by love to make her mine.
Lovely were those nights we shared.
But like I’m sure you must have heard,
The flawless ones are just as marred within.
She had a love affair with gin.
Then came the age of Olivia,
The sight of whom did make me shiver.
Kind with words, light on her feet,
The kind of girl you’d love to meet.
Many were those that saw the sight
Of our love, both day and night.
Looks of envy, of jealousy
I mistook them all to be,
For they were looks of pity,
As it turned out my Olivia
Was liberal with her Banana.
Pauline rescued me from distress,
Mended me like a seamstress.
I gave my heart, to her my all,
I felt so bad she fled with Paul.
Was at the base, looking up,
When I saw a damsel stop.
Lovely, round, Quinta was her name.
Her looks were calm, her manners tame
I really wished she’d stay the same,
But to when she left, from when she came,
Deception was her only game.
My path to love had been so rough,
So hard, rugged, it made me tough.
It wasn’t long ‘fore I met Rose,
Pretty, sweeter by the dose.
To her I took an instant liking.
But once we went bike riding,
She met a long lost cousin,
T’wards whom she showed uncanny liking.
Well, that was fair, or so I thought,
Till the day in bed, them both I caught.
Like I said, I’d become tough
And her little act was not enough
To get this old stallion
Weep from pain and feel alone.
I marched right on.
The wind brought in Sylvia,
So pious, in love with prayer.
Nearly was I fooled
By her style, the way she schooled.
Saintly demon she proved to be,
Sworn to stay the same eternally.
Thelma just didn’t get it right.
She lit a quarrel, then a fight.
Her seasoning too was prone to loiter.
It’s thanks to her I’m free from goiter!
Ursula, a foreign girl I met,
Was close to base and thickly set.
Many were the times her mind was set
On losing all my savings in a bet.
She saw no bars,
She kept no laws.
The time we shared was but a loss.
Why all this fuss?
Why all this pain?
I held them all in such disdain,
And swore by life I would detain
My heart with bonds of chain
Till came that time when girls be sane.
At last it came, or so I thought,
As Vanessa, misfortune brought.
Her looks were fine,
Her smile was nice,
But all she knew to make was rice.
Winifred too followed the cue,
And like you know I wish I knew,
She was a night rider,
A hidden foe, a crouching tiger.
Many were the nights
My phone will ring,
And I’d hear the same song sing:
“Winnie got drunk and hit the gutter,
By all that’s holy, please come get her.”
Xena was one like none I’d met.
She broke a lie without a sweat.
I recall one time I heard
Her on the phone, caught every word.
“Who was that?” I had to ask.
It proved to be no sweating task!
“It was my dad”, I think she said,
But she forgot her dad was dead!
I had to go, I could not stand
The way her stories sank in sand.
Yvonne, this girl I met in school,
Had eyes that made you drool.
I did her bid, I played her fool,
It’s sad to know I was her tool.
Zenobia, legs that wouldn’t stop,
Passed by and made my molars drop!
Scantily clad, she caught my eye,
That’s how it works, don’t ask me why!
I loved her gold and blue hair dye.
This was it, I’d found my love
Sent to me from up above.
But she was a business woman
Out to sell to the richest man.
“Does love exist?” I asked myself.
I should just shove it on a shelf.
Please don’t conclude, don’t get me wrong,
I love the ladies, mind not my song.
Just an art, nothing negative,
So please let’s not get sensitive.
This is fun, it’s all a joke.
That was me just being a bloke!
Long poem by
Therese Bacha | Details |
She Was Alone
My brother Joseph told me one day:
I ran to the beach in the need to be alone,
Resting my head on the soft sand giving my
Thoughts the permission to be free, even blind,
I can dream.
Sleep enhanced my vision from Its inner depth
Carried me away to explore the sense of harmony
That overtook my emotions as i started hearing a
sound of music in the air.
Suddenly, a beautiful woman In a theater stage
Ready to perform her own lyre on a harp,
Fascinated by her personality a serene look
At the same time peaceful a smile appeared
Just for a while, amazingly she looked the type of
musician that would leave her audience stunned
I called her my blind musician, as I am a blind musician.
I noticed her make up so ideal to match her
Golden dress that was sleeveless to allow her magical
Hands once they start to play would move with a
Feeling of no strangulation or suffocation.
A V necked dress enough to show part of her bosom
Then came the opened pleats from her waist down that
Would help her musical instrument to feel totally at ease
Once she embraces it for the coming performance.
I could not remove my vision from that phenomena,
Her clothes were a witness to her richness, sitting
On an armless golden chair like a queen, motionless,
Still facing a void as her role to perform was not yet
To begin, nothing surrounding her looked alive not even
A shadow only she and her harp, if I could only
Touch her face to caress her beauty.
No sign for a start; yet watching her harp and emphasizing
That within minutes the curtain will rise slowly for her to
Come face to face with the audience where she would unravel
The mystery of her silence through her melodies lifting the
Spirits of the spectators to a higher level of ecstasy,
Admiration will spread everywhere.
All of a sudden the theater blacked out
The sound of chains lifting up the curtain
Sounded Like a trains whistle arriving to its
A golden light brought life to that woman who will
Perform unconditionally what she knows best to do,
Was playing with aggressiveness a variety of musical
Tunes on her harp.
A note indicated a beginning; her first finger to caress
A string one unique note with its echo silenced the crowd totally.
Then a clap was heard, she refused to waste time, as she was
Yearning to get started avoiding any introduction, began
Caressing all the strings creating jealousy even between each
Finger of who would go first.
Gradually the music intensified so strongly I felt an individual
Wipe away a tear; another was momentarily stunned,
Someone else decided to share his emotions with a kiss to a
Loved one two lovers were holding hands to prove the
Power of a touch.
Her arms free from prison were sliding up and down
Moving on all the strings like a big wave landing
From the wild ocean to relief Its tension on the sand.
The end was exceptional, she retired waving a good bye,
Not knowing she had a husband waiting for her.
The earth moved under me I woke up already In love.
One year later we got married, It was love at first touch
Between Two Blind Individuals.
Long poem by
Sam Raj | Details |
Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.
Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
Can cast aspirations,
of doubt in the mind.
Seizing, the moment;
Mr. Jealousy, smoothly;
Waltz into her heart.
For nature has cast;
him as a villain,
in life's play.
Bestowed, with the dubious,
gift of 'conviction'.
He plants the seed,
of doubt in her heart.
Tormenting her night and day.
She's just humane.
Blessed, as such,
to be the fairer sex.
Her heart just crumbles.
She starts hearing,
music in her ear.
The rythym of blues,
That's so hauntingly addictive.
Takes her to desolate places.
Insecurity takes her toll.
And plays mind games with her.
Mirages, take control,
of doubting mind.
She is losing her grip,
on the railing of her trust.
From where, she was hanging.
Having slipped, from the deck,
of the sinking ship, of hope.
As her grip loosens,
her mind abandons her.
Slowly; but surely,
she's slipping into the dark,
And as she slips into void.
Wonderful days of her life:
On a cruise ship,
she was sailing.
A voyage so alluring,
happiness and joy,
her constant company.
slept the nights away.
the wonderful days ahead.
A life, filled with unending;
love, with her chosen one.
Her love was waiting,
for her with open arms:
on a sandy shore.
Cupid's arrows spring fourth,
and strike the target with precision.
Venus she quivers, with jealousy.
Erotica spreads her wings,
and soars into the winds.
her stardust in the sky.
Her heart would tingle.
She'll feel weak in her limbs.
Her whole body will shudder.
A symphony in agony and ecstasy.
Garnished with a dash of love.
Drizzle of sex and little sprinkle of lust .
And little twist of sweetness from the lips.
Enchanting life with immortality.
That's bliss so sublime.
That Picasso's colours,
have lost their hues.
music sounds off tune.
She feels the rapid beating,
of her gentle heart,.
the heaving of her soft breast.
And the pounding of his chest,
against her breast.
Her ecstasy reaches the crescendo,
And plummets back to the ground.
As the rippled, sensation generated;
in her loins, subside in concentric waves.
She completely encapsulated,
with unyielding love.
Where there is no time or space.
Emancipation from the Mortal kind.
Manna from the heaven above.
The gift ordained,
by the wonderful,
handiwork, of the Creator.
The, only physical thing that exists,
free of any encumbrance.
So spiritual, it cannot be experienced,
They lie in each other arms,
Savouring extreme rapture,
Of the ecstasy.
Devoid of expectations,
of any kind.
Just a prologue,
epilogue to life.
Long poem by
David William Breidenthal | Details |
Thinking of you
is mesmerizing and
morning dew, it’s
fresh and I’m
brand new – that’s
I run around in
around and round!
running in the rain
and not singing the
Out of the blue,
I’ve lost my other
shoe…sick with the
love flu, sweating
distress, joy and
rue – nothing new,
but it’s true
I run around my
like a professional
free time with free
around her with
its spell on her,
showing it off with
grateful glee and
dancing with her
– she can’t hardly
control her untamed
feet and falls on
the dance floor,
smiling and laughing
it off, feeling like
a crazy fool, but
neat and complete as
always – I’m having
a sublime time alone
– that’s very good,
personal news –
what’s it like to be
in someone else’s
Scarred from the
start, I realized
that you never had a
good heart and
and jealousy ripped
you apart –
departure is what
heart into two…shame
on you…shame on
Don’t place me in
your jars of
preserved pangs of
You tore me to
shreds as if I was
as worthless as
paper without any
writings on it – you
crumble me up and
threw me away with
You left me feeling
I caught a fever a
long time ago and
I’m getting over it
like a hangover
after a party full
of drunk people…full
of commotion and
bliss…wine and beer
disaster brew as one
hovers around my
head like an
halo…are you feeling
low? Is that why
you’re high all the
time? Be the
attention whore with
a rude, heartless
fallen angel with a
crooked halo…why are
you so pitiless and
You’re as corny as
I feel the ice slide
against my warm
hands, but I melted
your hardness and
melted away your
ruthless words… your
shoot me with your
gun…you and I should
welcome the sun,
peaking above the
mountains at the
break of dawn
Greet me with the
gratitude! Why are
uncanny and rude?
Did you commit a
physical crime? I
bet you did a
leading to poverty,
Perhaps, you are
guilty for an
emotional crime – I
can prove you guilty
in a flick of a
dime…you witch –
stop casting evil,
loathsome spells on
me or I’ll sew you
for a witchcraft
crime! Your time is
almost up – GET UP!
Get ready to hear my
random rhymes this
Long poem by
Therese Bacha | Details |
The view enlivened her imagination by remembering how
she escaped her long past history of abuse by being judged
over the years she had nightmares as it was not her fault their
eyes were all over her.
She had been down living at the bottom of the valley due to the
aggressiveness of her surroundings their absence of sympathy
and love dissipated she was being punished for many things she
haven't done, she was always to blame as she had nothing in
common she came from a deep different background that
provoked this jealousy.
Being judged will change her attitude voluntarily her
communicating will grow beyond she will not feel trapped
and will not allow herself to suffer her velocity will willfully
create wrath among those who had judged her.
She was ready to show the whole world her shifting to shipshape
will let them yowl and hear no echo.
She will make them feel that she is far to superior she will dismiss
her liaison with this family she will afford to brag about her
brain its beauty will feel attractive and authentic its serenity
will serve to seek a security that will vanquish whoever poured
their venom over her.
The inner woman she knew which had lived with a past
suddenly became a stranger she changed to become
overwhelmed with happiness with a rich soul.
She has been single and skeptic her decision is made to
overcome her shyness by sending a signal towards a
special individual who might cast his spellbound over
her to carry her as far away towards a spiritual sphere.
Her appetite will become apparent to arouse that
aristocrat who will approve to admire her personality
cruise towards a bright future her sensational life will
begin abruptly ignoring the abuse and welcoming freedom
that will prevail towards her adventurous encounter.
One of the biggest moments of her life is when she would find
someone who still believes in love believes in the same goals
and aspirations then her adoration towards him will exude
beyond a birth in her she will amaze her new companion with
her angelic appearance different allure, she hadn't finished the
sentence when she heard the door creak and closes, it was him
her first love when she was younger in age, yesterday he found
her and asked if she was free that happening for a reason of us
meeting at the right time and the right place will get us
together to create a beautiful home for the near future,
that was his message.
They stayed in love since the creaking of that door
Long poem by
Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa | Details |
The sky was never the
limit for those who sook
to defy the norm. They
soar to the highest
heavens like eagles and
become one with the
storm. The staffless
Moses of the black
beheld gods in nude
form. We never beheld
change in the days of
warriors that might
transform. Spiritists and
scientists war amongst
themselves to try and
bring about a god of the
new age. We collided
with the soul of an
atheist and met a nude
man in his rage.
Parliament became a
harlot of the nation and
sold itself to foreigners
for free. Poetry and
song became the
struggle as bullets
ripped through the
hearts of Apartheid
slavery. Sons and
imprisoned more than
they were educated.
Freedom ended when
Mandela was set free
than when he got
were purchased for the
wealth of pimps in
armored suits. Rapist
government spies who
We became the sheeple
believing we were
faithful followers of the
wolf in cow skin. And
everyday we witnessed
the rise and fall of our
blackness than the rise
of Satan through sin.
We. ran away from
victory than chicken
legs in a pot of gold.
God wanted to talk to us
yesterday and we all
put him on hold. We
rapidly sold to the idea
of becoming fables and
had our stories untold.
God took our glory like
a thief in the night of
our falling and replaced
it seven fold. Now gays
legalize marriages and
priests rape their
allowed our hearts to
feel more pain than
lesbians slain in
The world bore arms
and lost the war before
they fought us. Our war
with drugs was the vain
battle of the new era.
Black tore itself apart
like bad partners, and
thanked the man in the
mirror. Caught up in
these shackles trying to
relieve myself of these
battles with self. More
multi-faceted in the soul
than African culture and
Indian wealth. Everyday
in hospitals and prisons,
my brothers and sisters
fight for their health.
The knowledge of
power and wisdom
never gave a black man
his own strength. Never
saw the change of
history before it
us. The generals of the
satanic age had a
monumental plan to
slay us. The Dutch gave
way to parciality than
racial agendas through
color. The poor fight for
their meals like dogs in
a cage and die for their
legalize their deaths.
The unity of the
unemployed poor was
shaken by a Tsunami of
jealousy. God give us
this daily bread,
because we stole it
Long poem by
Chuma Okonkwo | Details |
I didn't know hearts could speak until we crossed part
I was walking home, carrying a heart laden with the grief of my brother’s death
My mind straddling from the nostalgia of our bonded brotherhood
to the thought of what the afterlife would deal him.
You were seated at a secluded corner, carrying your hearts in your hands
And crying out your eyeballs, wishing if God could bring back your father’s life.
Upon that lonely and rejected wood we, dejected souls, sat cursing out death tirelessly
For taking away our beloved brother and father.
That day, I heard my heart speak for the first time; my heart exploded in awe
And I felt I was captured under a spell; I saw the aura of glory in your eyes.
It wasn’t your exquisite awe-inspiring beauty that got me lovey-dovey
But the natural calmness in your voice as you told me your stories.
You reminded me of the fabled Arabian princess.
My emotions turned into Janus- one reminding me of a lost brother
The other, quite domineering, nudging me in my veins never to let you go.
You saw the magic in my eyes; you felt the same way I felt
We were marveled that fate brought us to meet on a lonely path.
With your amazing pieces of cakes you re-awakened my dead love life on your birthday
Your cakes were brilliant; you made them from magnificent range of fruits and spices
The smells were superb. The aromatic smells of the cakes cooking in the oven and smearing your kitchen sent us to an early bubbly romance.
We became lovebirds; your crystal steaming room, neatly furnished with vitality bed,, made for only two- us, was our love nest; we enjoyed every of our love bites.
That night, you made a tipsy cake; we dined and wined while the stars watched over us
We sang to our ears; every single love song we played, we made ours
We danced while we got intoxicated on our own supply
And before our eyes the night closed its nocturnal doors.
Under your winter blanket were two figures, glued in carnal brash adventure, wishing the moment would never end.
I prayed tomorrow never to come. Alas! Uninvited, the Morning woke tomorrow up
Under the blanket, we watched the sun set.
But tomorrow came Janus-faced; with a vice we never wished for- impassioned jealousy
It tore us apart; pulled us away; and took away our precious moments
But I still carry in my heart those precious moments.
Long poem by
Steve Humphries Artist | Details |
It was on a day just like this,
I was lying down and pondering the abyss,
When I thought about you with you big stupid face,
and I knew to let you live would be a disgrace,
In no time at all I was set on my plan,
Before we were friends I was even your best man,
I stood next to you at your wedding and feigned a smile,
When really in my heart I hated you all the while,
I watched as you got the girl, the job and all the respect,
And in my soul the hatred and jealousy grew and grew unchecked,
But at first I wasn’t sure exactly what to do,
My scheme wouldn’t fail; I would check it through and through,
I would kill you for sure until you were dead,
That was the thought in my murderous head,
But how should I do it I couldn’t decide,
Push you out of a window and claim suicide?
Beat you into oblivion with a frying pan,
Push you in front of a car a bus or a tram,
Buy a gun and shoot you in the guts,
Yes there was nothing for it; No ifs no buts,
It would be poison in your coffee when nobody looks,
All I’ve got to do is set the date,
And set up the cogs and wheels ready to activate,
My sinister scheme to rid the world of your life,
And then to act all distraught and run away with your wife.
For you see my motives are simple and clear,
I want you dead, your money and your lady so dear.
First I must procure some cyanide pills,
With poison there’s No mess no fuss, no screaming or thrills,
For no one can detect it’s presence so black,
And it will simply look like you’ve had a heart attack,
Once you are dead I will call the police,
And then set about transferring your money for my future peace,
Because as you know I have all your bank details,
And the one with such knowledge always prevails,
I must be patient and not give into haste,
I will woo your wife and slowly take your place,
And then once she’s mine I will marry her,
And take control of her financial affairs,
But before I have taken your money and stolen your spouse,
Murdered you dead and moved into your house,
I will ruin your reputation with your job and local community,
I must act now and seize the opportunity,
To plant some drugs in your office desk and call your boss,
I will make it look like you fiddled the books, the profit and loss,
So after they have investigated you and brought you before the board,
They will arrest and detain you for credit card fraud,
But please don’t think that I will get my comeuppance,
All I will do is smile and laugh; to me you’re not even worth a tuppence
No don’t be deluded into thinking I ‘ll be punished
When they find your dead body I will act all astonished