Event: Anglo-Boer War 1899–1902—Measles epidemic in the concentration camps.
In the voice of: Sannie Botha (a survivor).
Jan’s cough kept me awake all through the night.
The children are all coughing in the night;
the fevers gave us all a mighty fright.
The red, now itchy, spots on body parts;
“Oh! Son Jan, don’t you scratch the itchy parts,
as scabs and scars will follow just like warts.”
If only I had negosiekist* at hand.
The muthi† in friend's kist – her helping hand –
but mothers dug graves with bare hands in sand.
Now I might stop to shake my balled fist.
The Tommies‡ shake their riffles in tight fists;
they're no older than Jan when they enlisted.
The torment was breaking all of our hearts
and the fragile peace brokered, never lasts.
A kibitzy klepto keeked like a kakapo at a kerfy knotholey kist that kept knickknacks made from kidskin and krimmer in it. His knockoff kiths were knackered of the kookie knucklehead's kleptomaniacism- kudos to them!
The Light of the world will come again,
the light of truth in judgement then,
though the greedy will resist,
wilt not be heaven kist,
parable, this is sent.
Don
Framed by rosy mountain twilight
Angelized and star-kist
Beauty flowing with glowing lines
Above a silver mist
Lifted up by moonbeam moments
Flying with practiced grace
Flying across the light of the moon
Outlined on his great face
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Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick
Did claggy with a cobbled tone.
The moon, in shade rode whimsy high
And whiffled with a moan.
By hairy dog and camel toe
I trundled on and farted,
By gum and skinny teeth I went
Unshaven and wholehearted.
Hag I not seen but in a girth
A womb of some renown-
A creature from some other Earth
Not cream, yet still not brown.
I wooden, with my Ivy stick
And waving with a fist
Fought on with friendly foe in tow
For valour, kin and Kist.
Passion its
as passion writes of every line,
oh sweetest one you are divine,
between your thighs i burn to slip,
wet kisses moisten honey, ****,
till onto me you climb,
and frenzied pleasure ,
is sublime,
when kist,
sweet spirit mine...
serenity is blind,
the mind does unravel,
and unwind,
to thoughts of this…
Don Jonson
Burnt by kist…
The burning kiss sets pants on fire,
Soon over come with heat desire,
No rhyme or reason we perspire,
Just takes one burning kiss,
The eyes do lock, no question there,
A first sweet kiss, we tremble, stare,
At once returned, fascination rare,
A heightened state of bliss,
Hold the phone cos we aint here,
Step up to own, yes you my dear,
Brain disordered, mumbling, *****,
Do you remember this,
Just takes one burning kiss,
Don Johnson
as passion writes of every line,
oh sweetest one you are divine,
between your thighs i burn to slip,
wet kisses, moisten honey pit,
till onto me you climb,
and frenzied pleasure ,
is sublime,
when kist,
sweet spirit mine...
serenity is blind,
till every thought intrudes,
reminds of this.
Don
Karma waits,
tween covered doors,
ironic, slaps me to the floor,
my this time curse,
the subtle score,
though innocent,
i insist,
black arrows, never missed,
i am guilty ...yes 4 sure,
aint just my kind of bliss,
too ironic i implore,
desist!
no never wants 4 more,
my name is on the list,
abhorred,
though one time virgin kist.
do vestal virgins snore....
great poetry p. d. babe "karma"....
Carol
But the memories linger still,
of the heart that gave a thrill,
when once you were so sweetly kist,
outside was the morning mist, you cried...
but there inside your heart,
it lives, thoughts and feelings do forgive,
you walked the path you had to live,
but memory does reside...
Don
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A playful slap on the derriere,
a playful fight, desire is there,
to dominate, be not unfair,
let her win most times:)
to give her little arms a twist,
behind her back lightly insist,
pin her while she's being kist,
is not a bloody crime:)
a playful wrestle, passions heat,
can elevate the manly meat,
let her just a little cheat,
you've earned your steamy ration:)
Don Johnson 11-jul-11
her fault!
Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P.S.
Double on the double side,
2 sides of the platter,
not caught she thought with maybe pride,
how the glass of loving shatters.
And passion flares quite a bit,
his hand has almost slipped on it,
and reason out the window slips,
some verse is so exciting:)
But not always.
Interest in the story told,
the angels here sometimes unfold,
the wings are hidden in the mist,
the greatest joy is to be kist,
perhaps i'm getting told .
Don Johnson
Contest Whatever next.
I was working in the Capitol late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
Nancy Pelosi began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash
She did the bash
It was a liberal smash
She did the Bash
It gave me a rash
She did the bash
She did the Samoan Bash
She denied American Samoa minimum wage
Somebody left her out of her cage
She could care less, no conscience found
So Star Kist stock didn’t go down
She did the bash
She did the Samoan Bash
She did the Bash
It was a liberal smash
She did the bash
It was her husband’s flash
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash.
Now all is peaceful in socialist land
As we watch our retirement sink in the sand
You have to give the devil her due
When she’s done shafting them
She’ll shaft me and you too.
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash
She did the bash
Now they have no cash
She did the bash
She believes we’re all trash
She did the bash
She did the Samoan bash.
This verse was inspired by "The Monster Mash" which wasn't near as scary as
Congress and the former Speaker of the House
YOUR A DIAMOND IN THE
ROUGH:I SEE THE TOUGH
EXTERIOR. YOUR HARD CORE
FACE.THE TATOOES ALL OVER
THE PLACE,YOUR JET BLACK
LOCKED HAIR,YOUR EYE
CATCHING BODY,AND YOUR
CHOCOLATE SUN KIST SKIN....
STILL I CAN LOOK BEYOND
THE EXTERIOR INTO THE INTERIOR.
YOU ARE A DIAMOND IN THE
ROUGH:INSPITE OF WHAT SOME
MAY SAY...I KNOW YOU IN A
SPECIAL KIND OF A WAY. NO!
IT'S NOT PHYSICAL IT'S ALL
MENTAL. I KNOW THE SONGS
YOU SING TO ME; AND IT'S
BEAUTIFUL IN MY EARS TO HEAR.
YOU SING WITH SUCH WONDEROUS
MELODIES.
MELODIES THAT MAKES MY BODY
NUMB...THE LOVE DOCTOR HAD
TO CHECK TO FIND A PULSE.
(TO SEE IF I WAS ALIVE) AM
I STILL BREATHING...OF COURSE
I AM...I JUST NEED TO SMELL
SOME OF HIM AND I AWAKEN.
YOU ARE A DIAMOND IN THE
ROUGH: WITH A TOUGH EXTERIOR
BUT I LOOK AT THE INTERIOR.
YOUR MIND HAS ME INCLINED TO
KNOW YOU ALL THE MORE.IN A
SPECIAL KIND OF WAY.NO!IT'S
NOT PHYSICAL IT'S ALL MENTAL.
YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A DIAMOND
MULTI- FACETED PERFECT FOR
ME.MY DIAMOND IN THE ROUGH...