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Yes Dear Lol

YES DEAR!

I have here an old solution
For conflict resolution
Not to mention domestic pollution 
I say 'Yes Dear!'

When the situation is tense
With a subject like pounds and pence
To avoid sitting on the fence
I say 'Yes Dear!'

Though I sometimes feel sure I'm right
And would argue my point all night
That would really seal my plight
I confess Dear!

So winning my point I'll eschew
Won't debate 'til my face turns blue
I'll admit what you say is true
- More or less Dear

Famous men throughout world history 
Would avoid conjugal misery
If they'd just given in to Her plea
And said 'Yes Dear!'

Julius Caesar would have stayed serene
In the senate missed a nasty scene
When his wife said 'your chariot needs a clean'
He'd said 'Yes Dear!'

Harold might have continued as king
Sent William home without a thing
But he paused when his wife gave a ring
Said: 'I'm a bit pressed Dear!

MacBeth would avoid so much strife
And live out a peaceful life
If he'd put off his ambitious wife
With:'Give it a rest Dear!'

Prince Albert a faithful consort
Gave Victoria his total support
And nine children - a major export
Said 'Jawohl I do mein best Dear!'

Louis 16th got everything wrong
Made his exit quite short, not so long
Told his wife in a touching swan song
'Must get it off my chest Dear!'

The Iron Duke was in no mood for dallies
'Let's give those French a pain in their bellies'
But when his wife said:'You'd better wear your wellies' 
Said: ‘By God! Yes Dear'

For myself, to fight would be absurd
I think conflict is just for the birds
And I know I'll always get the last words
Those being 'Yes Dear!'


3 March 2019

Make me actually LOL 2 Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Nina Parmenter

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The Word

In the beginning was the word
Before that, no noun, no thing
Then no sound was ever heard
And no passing bell would ring

So therefore no adjective was needed to describe it or deplore it
No preposition required to be positioned right before it

No verb to do something to it or say what act it was pursuing
No need for an adverb to describe how well or badly it was doing

Since not even one noun existed, conjunctions would have been redundant
There were no things to act on and to move across the face of the fundament 

So the first word there had to be - was BE, and that was the very first in existence
And from Genesis and Eden to Elsinore, it has had a remarkable degree of persistence

Now, in the Oxford English Dictionary which is venerable institution
There are 171476 full entries of words (2nd edition) all capable of elocution

Of these, about one seventh are verbs, therefore there must be around 24497 give or take, to enumerate all action
And that should be enough for even the most garrulous to get some satisfaction

This is a limited calculation and I wouldn't want to be tied down to it 
We can be more free in our estimates so while we are about it, we might as well do it

It seems that once BE had been exercised, the dam broke and words poured out as from a cornucopia. 
And verbs would soon exist in an abundance enough to carry you from here to Ethiopia

Except in the culture of youth where it appears this multitude has been reduced to the deplorable "was like"
To them I am tempted to say: "Learn some real verbs"; OR I would employ a phrasal such as
 'On-your-bike!'

The possibilities are now endless particularly if you include the phrasal
Giving us enough elan vital to at least maintain a metabolism basal

So to whoever first said BE, whether God or someone with similar propensities 
though another name or description:
I say Well done! I couldn't in my wildest dreams with a wish to create a rich life and culture, 
have produced a better prescription

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My Tree

MY TREE

Beside the Kinta River still it stands
Colossus of the primal forest panoply
The tree a native of the fecund land
It’s limbs support the graceful arcing canopy
Each arm like a single tree of temperate terre
Forming structure a living city in the air

Great parasol once shaded tiger or Utan Orang
On its branches, like trunks of full grown English Elm
Live plethora of life, symbiosis copious and strong
Through time unmeasured, primary jungle realm
‘Til alluvial soil that nourished the roots an age
Disclosed treasure dark dust, bringing riches, turned history’s page

Then it witnessed the coming of men to a village then town
Final graceful colonial, blessed with streets neat and pretty
The tree’s neighbours now rich tin exchanges and banks abound
In the settlement that would be called Bougainvilea City
But with passing of time, came decline in the source of its wealth
As tin lost its lustre, the city it’s fresh bloom and health

Years on - destination Old Town fateful morning bright
‘Kedai Copi ’ drew tastebuds to flavour  rich and rare  *
We crossed over the bridge with the tree broad and clear in our sight
Then a column of smoke rising in the still morning air
Warned of something amiss that would threaten the life of our friend
Well loved arbour at risk now of tragic and untimely end

Looking down from the bridge we perceived the source of the threat
Some miscreant unknown had lit fire hard against the tree’s heel
With wish to remove for ‘improvement’ - an urban plan set?
To replace it with a soulless new edifice, concrete and steel
Or maybe with shear carelessness of it’s likely destruction
Either way destined for removal - inconvenient obstruction?

The solution was simple but needed immediate action
On river bank an old pipe was my tool to rescind
Fire that  threatened the bark that moves sap with life giving traction
To drag back the fire, smother flames yet devouring this skin
Within minutes the threat to an age of abundant green life 
Was reprieved for a time before facing more challenge and strife

Bearing scars, it still stands with the grace of a veteran patrician
Looking on little changed while all round life is set to alter
‘til it once more needs care of a passing part time physician
We call blessings that it and dependants go on without falter
So when I, time to time, pass that way, I muse as I see
With a warm self satisfied thought : ‘That’s my tree!’


* Kedai Copi = Coffee Shop (Malay - no Fs)

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The Fisherman and the Mermaid

THE FISHERMAN AND THE MERMAID

A young fisherman berthed in Penzance
Went ashore one fine night to a dance
He woke up on his boat
With a mermaid afloat
The First prize in a card game of chance


So was spawned a cross genus romance 
Though the neighbors regarded askance
They got married next day 
In a church by the bay
And went off to a fish farm in France

August 2019
Given N/A in Contest: ‘Two Sea Themed Limericks’

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Rodin - New Icon

RODIN’S NEW ICON

Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an old to new generation linker

[Perhaps in stone less pale, a little pinker!]

He might witness casts of posture stereotypical
And find there inspiration for his art
With perceptive focussed eye and viewpoint quizzical 
An image would develop in his heart

Of a body bowed, head inclined toward hand sinister
While index digit stabs from aspect dexter
Then with his hands he’d clay or stone administer
To create a new iconic symbol; and name it: THE TEXTER

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The Bare Infinitive and the Meaning of Life

THE BARE INFINITIVE

Look: up above the stratosphere 
Outside the earth's blanket veneer
Beyond planets stars and galaxy 
Past even faintest nebulae

Far from the pull of gravity
Free of Dark Matter's hidden vector
In existential cavity
Untied to any spacial sector

All human weakness risen above
In solo freedom primitive 
Beyond the bonds of hate or love
There sits the Bare Infinitive

No cares nor problems, fears nor pains
But there's one question that remains
From Liberty, took a blessed kiss? 
Or to false seductive promise succumb
Is he in sublime unfettered bliss?
Or formless, endless tedium

COROLLARY - The Meaning of Life

So perforce the very asking of the question
May reveal the answer to that greater plea
Why suffer slings and arrows, pains, anguish, oppression 
When we might, by NOT opposing, be set free

The gloomy prince omitted consequence unsaid
In agonising on the walls of Elsinore
Endless nothingness holds nought for us but dread
Perchance to dream preferred to void; that we abhor

Thus life’s meaning may be: to be within a life
Then if we also have a purpose vied with strife
Result: interest, time, curiosity, interaction and aim
Or the elements of what we call: A Game.

Lest you think this demeans Creation to mere caprice
Then observe to be the player, not the piece.


24 May 2019

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Freedom of Choice

FREEDOM OF CHOICE

The greater blessing is the power of choice
Not gifts nor riches any way compare
With having your own mind, to give it voice

See then your many options and rejoice
That You may wander here and venture there
The greater blessing is the power of choice

Prefer the active to the passive voice
And you will find the strength to counter care
With having your own mind to give it voice

The slave may drink from cup of gold alloys
And sleep in sheets of silk and satin rare
The greater blessing is the power of choice

Beware free handouts for they may invoice
With lost volition, thus they will impair
The having your own mind to give it voice

Fulfil your obligations, then rejoice
Though poverty may seem a threat to bear
The greater blessing is the power of choice
With having your own mind to give it voice

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Mr Fauci Mr Fauci

Mr Fauci Mr Fauci
You are making me to so grouchy

TV appearances persistent
I’d prefer you social distant

Every day you make a statement
Think I’ll call for noise abatemen

Your flip flopping is so bad
That it makes me hopping mad

There in Wuhan, no compunction
You supported ‘gain of function’

When you say that you are science
Pass my surgical appliance!

Is this your wisdom, come with age?
Then will you kindly leave the stage

We will say: you did your best
Now give yourself and us a rest

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The Eiffel Tower

THE EIFFEL TOWER

In the city of light their aspire
Was to build to a climax higher
Gustave Eiffel you see
Said just leave it to me
I can satisfy all your desire

Monsieur Eiffel seen with affection
By Dames de Paris for perfection
Of his manner de Gaul
Mais plus ca most of all
For his grand magnifique **ection


21 April 2020

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Politician Perdition

POLITICIAN PERDITION

Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies

With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens

Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets

The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars 
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!

Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.

Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough

Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
 
 So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’