Best Minder Poems

O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I will dream while we fly 

on wings that span horizons east to west 
I ride upon a cloud your belly...

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'k kyk neer rivier
wat kronk'lend paaie baan
in dalle vloer
afgemat en steeds geboè
poele plas en blitsend 'kaats
drenkend dans palmiete gras
soos manne kras in kroee
dalk net dromend was
my refleksie in jou oè
Iris geruit as wimpers sluit
was binne-in my hart getoor
en bloedriviere in ons are bruis
vuurspuwend ons in...

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Five foot nothing, 

Round as a rubber ball and just as bouncy

Known to all and sundry as Nanny “Ding Dong” Bell

Thought the Ding Dong hilarious, recognized a term of affection.

Midwife, child minder, mother confessor

Stalwart in church, cleaner on weekdays, organ player on Sundays

Lender of single...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious; 
haughty wheels peddle rashly between...

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Karnnifa Leaf And Beyond

Karnnifa Leaf lies wrongler to the westermorn of Liquida Barga
Cool brushing blues, calmingly decending corner wedgefords
In delinquinada rolling ragers fire lavala redlings, there a ring begun so hot
Jellying through mystification morphus above the blue
Just-toola eastly of roada low and up from there-abundancies...

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Ek wou nie wees als wat ek kon 
wees,
Ek wou nie meer 0800 gedoen het 
as ander,
Maar ek moes, om 'n beter 
toekoms te he.

Troep maak seker die 
vlag op jou linker skouer waai 
altyd vorentoe,
Trope grawe daai gat,
Troep skeer jou hare,
Troep, is jy lief...

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A bitter and twisted tale to follow,
everyday the same as tommorw,
same old madness that will follow,
empty dreams and a heart that's hollow.

Ill begin each day the usual way,
look in the mirror and see decay,
a hopeless soul is what they say,
still dressed in the clothes of...

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the stars were out that night
twinkling their song of love
in your eyes were the brightest
a grace that came from above

two young lovers hands held 
a kiss ,when night meets the day
an explosion of light that makes the dawn
words that should be said  are on...

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Do you say grace at your meal?
giving thanks to God for your food
recognizing that the Lord provided it
being God who does everything good

God the great creator in the beginning
having made all with His hands
showing all we have is from Him
all the world created in all...

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Skiet mis

In plaas van woorde uit my pen
Vloei trane uit  my hart se oog
Sodra ek sien ek het gewen
Besef ek hoe haar blom uitdroog
In minder as net sewe dae
verloor haar hart sy steun. En weer
probeer oortuig dat wat ek vra:
“Vergeet eenvoudig van die seer”

Verwagtend...

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Lieg 

Herhaaldelik en gereeld soos net in 7de laan
Was geheimnisse en liegstories die haat wat uit jou gaan.
Ek natuurlik, onderskei, kon binne in my voel
Oortuigend jou nie glo nie, soos water van my rug afspoel.

Vermydelik soos ‘n kindjie wat die rusies net wou keer
Het ek...

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Another revolution 'round the sun:
the plans are laid, the resolutions penned.
This is the year at last to be the one:
lose weight, exercise more, curtail the spend. 

Then life, it seems, jumps up, gets in the way:
the unexpected call from a dear friend. 
Your planner list...

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The Conditions of Living

Stark organisations of my observations
Respond to beauty with pure elation 
Instead of chronic devastation 
Process the abject consternation 
From contrived over-saturation 
And acute mass manipulation 
That should be in legal confiscation
Truth found by way of emancipation 
Rise above the adversity and degradation...

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There was a lady of name Kathleen,

Who was never quite sure where she had been.

    So they found her a minder

    Who was a lot kinder

And always kept her happy and clean....

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Joyful music filled the village
when mother’s barren womb gave birth. 
Born to end Philistine pillage, 
and fill sad, anxious hearts with mirth.

No wine or product of the vine,
should pass your palate when you dine.
No razor sharp should shave your head,
a Nazarite from womb till dead.

God...

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