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The a To Z of Girls I'Ve Met Ii

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!

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Lady Justice

Lady Justice, lady Justice,
Lady Justice has no eyes.
Lady Justice, lady Justice,
Lady Justice tells no lies.
She has a heart ever so pure,
Tilting her scale to show what’s true.
The trampled soul that knows her court
Will get its due in minutes short.
Lady Justice, give me Justice
I heard it said you never miss.
Lady Justice, lady Justice,
Lady Justice tells no lies?
She promised me she’ll soothe my pain,
But took instead her fill of gain.
Lady Justice, lady Justice,
Lady Justice has no eyes?
She saw the coins from deep his purse
And left me with the poor man’s curse!

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A Serious Case of You

Trembling feet, weak in the knees,
Fever set to boil these seas.
Poor little head, its splitting ache,
The sweetest pain i’ll ever take.
Tummy churns, this feeling burns,
And waves of awe do take their turns.
A pounding heart, I feel it too,
Now this malaise to me is new.
Quivering voice, sweaty hands,
This immune system stands no chance.
It’s killing me, I tell you true,
I’ve got a serious case of YOU!

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Ode To Marguerite

It all still sounds like a dream
Since I heard the saddening news
Of your rather sudden end.
It seems like yesterday
When we sat together,
Ate drank, and slept as one
Under the same loving eyes.
We would chatter, cavort, full of life,
Over-flowing with aspirations,
Beaming with hope t’wards tomorrow.
Happy times we took for granted.
What a funny thing life is;
We hardly know its worth till it is gone,
Or we survive to pause and wonder.
Today you’re gone, young and tender,
 A feisty soul, gone in a blink,
Like a speck of dust in a whirl wind,
Extinguished like a candle light
In the fierce August rain.
News of your sickness broke the air,
And when last we saw was in your room.
When last we spoke, I told my sorries
For not being there when your mother died.
How was I to know that was the last we’d speak?
I told of plans to see you soon
When I saw your cousin back in town.
How I wish I’d done just that
When the thought of it struck my mind.
Gone too soon, fresh and green,
Making the rest of us wonder,
For it aches our minds to see our mates
Leave too soon for Sheol,
Received by the cold embrace
Of eternal sleep.
Were I told years ago
I’d be writing you these lines,
What a joke it would’ve been.
But here we are today.
Over time, a lot has happened.
So much hell has been raised,
But despite those, I’ll hold forever dear
The hearty laughs we shared
And the blissful days we had.
Though tongues wag and fingers point,
I smile at you and judge you not,
For no mortal holds the keys to life,
Nor can we read Jah’s sacred leaves.
This system is a one way road,
From which none can return.
There is nothing else that I can do,
But pen these words I owe you.
So as you lay down to rest,
Rest in peace, departed friend!

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Cool Dude

Shoulders high he saunters in,
Confidence betrayed by his grin.
He shows them off, his high end gear,
Mirror-polished shoes, man of the year.
He owns the room, he sets the mood.
He knows this fact, he’s a cool dude.
Victory fingers to his lips,
 He takes on-lookers stares for keeps.
He shakes a hand, then he greets
Through the charred bones he calls his teeth.
Standing in line, he puffs his smoke
Without a care, ill-mannered bloke.
As he enjoys the devil’s leaves,
We too must take what free he gives.
His business done he leaves in songs,
Time bombs ticking in our lungs.

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Devil's Miners - To the Messiah

If i could, I’d veil the earth
And keep it far without your view,
I’d wrap its bulk and hide its shape.
But that would be a waste of time.
Your eyes are those that see the depths
Of  the  deepest  bluest  seas.
I look around and feel so grieved
By what I see on mother Earth.
Are these the beings you meant to save?
Their steps have left the golden path.

The congregation you so loved,
Has had indeed a twisted turn:
I see an alter, two men then,
And then I see a priest clad in white,
Hands stretched out in your name,
For man and man to live as one:
Blasphemy is their heritage
From Pharisees of long ago.
They’ve sold the rod you gave to them
To guide your sheep to fields of green,
And took instead their fill of gold,
To get themselves more robes and gems.
Are these the ones you left to lead?
Their every deed profanes your name!

The fragile brand you took from man
Prattles much about her place.
They top their men and bring discord.
The rules you gave on modesty,
Are just as right as purple skies.
The sacredness of two as one
Is all around the busy streets,
And everyone can get a piece,
Except, of course, their purse be dry.
Our consciences are in our bags,
We know no boundaries in our minds.
I see a door, I see ten bolts,
That veil landlords like refugees
From those to whom all wealth belongs.
The touch of gold, so smooth and good,
Has bought the consciences of men,
And turned us all into miners,
Miners on the devil’s mine!

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Feather In the Wind

Pretty smile, sincere eyes.
An honest voice that told no lies.
Likeable one from every sense,
Pure beauty’s true essence.
An Angel’s face, that was you
Before your cohorts turned you blue.
Today your brows, two lines drawn down,
Reminiscent of a circus clown,
Tell sad tales about your fall
From Angels’ grace, two steps from sheol.
A piece of cake, the playboys’ toy,
The MDs buy from you their joy.
A feather in the wind, you know no rest,
They work you hard then beat their chest.
Your aura fades, your beauty wanes,
Beneath your laugh I hear your pains.
Teary eyed, I watch you waste,
Each passing day  losing your taste.
I saw you float in scanty wear,
A mere shadow of who you were.

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Roonland Blues

Another day another try,
He tucks his shirt and knots his 
tie.
He laces too his worn out shoes
As he tries to catch the morning
news.
His threadbare coat hangs on the
wall,
From rain to sun it’s seen it all.
Poor thing, recollect ten years 
back,
On Matric day that suit was 
black.
He throws it on and out he goes
What fate he’ll find nobody 
knows.
Thick files in his hands he pleads 
his
case,
But door-to-door they slam his 
face.
The Joshua of his family,
He dares not give up easily.
So, sweaty, tired, he trudges on,
Each passing hour baked by the 
sun.
His sticky suit glued to his skin,
Does not hold back his polite 
grin.
Dry bread and sugar serve as 
lunch;
They’ll be his last, he has a 
hunch.
The day is dead, no step ahead,
“No space for you” was what all
said.
The journey home is all too grim,
With flashing scenes rejecting 
him.
Broken, he crumbles on his bed,
Stomach growling, knowledge in 
his
head.
But his mind is bent, he shuns 
the
noose,
Ready to dance to these 
Roonland
Blues.

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Milk Sacks

Milk sacks here,
Milk sacks there,
Milk sacks now
Are everywhere.
Milk sacks right,
Milk sacks left,
Be they big,
Or be they small,
Heaven knows
I’ve seen them all
When on the streets
They point at me
And seem to hate
Their cotton shields.
Free lactose for all alive!
Oh my! How very kind.
Here is some bread,
Who’s got a cup?
I’ll have a squeeze
To go with those.
Someone please
Clear the crowded streets
Before we all get breast-fed!

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Foreign Beauty

Foreign beautyso divine,
Pray, do tell me where you dine.
Striking beauty so unique
What’s your angle, what’s your trick?
Slender body, pretty eyes
You are more than just a cherished prize.
The rose that paints the mountain top
Before your beauty’s sure to drop.
Divine beauty, just so strange,
You leave the tranquil mind deranged.
Gentle soul,far from wrong,
The heavens know for you i long!