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Her words like fingers clenching into a fist
Tightening around his heart until the flesh oozes
From between the harsh cold words
She’s not holding back, she’s in her glory
He is her target a condemned man as she aims
And fires
Her machine gun of ridicule after ridicule
He is faithful husband to her the cheating husband
Mistaken for having an affair and now an example
Of failed love…
The magazine of insults is never ending
Her taking a breath is like a new clip placed in the deadly weapon
The pause between her sentences does not permit an answer
An explanation.
All he can do is turn and take the bullets in the back
He walks.
She follows.
Her words have materialised, so he thinks as he turns and looks at her
She has resorted to throwing missiles, cans of tuna at him
He doesn’t bother to check the damage to his head
It does not bother him; he is numb, and puzzled
What has he done, he walks
The gun fire gets softer until it fades to nothing except for her final words
Then she stops and calls him a coward, a liar, a cheat.
He leaves the store heart broken, wounded but alive
The words ring in his ear and bring down the tears
That betrays his calm composure.
She turns and brings her hands to her eyes
As if to block out the world
But she saw her mistake
A man dressed like her man with the woman she accused him of cheating…
"Life is so unpredictable. What we expect may not happen. Life deludes us with a happy beginning but can end up bizarre" - By Poet
‘Twas the night before Christmas, a time eagerly awaited,
Had plans many in store to make the Christmas eve bright
That morning, with rising thrill, I woke up early before dawn
A gentle breeze whizzed past me, telling all would be right.
I had to set up the Christmas tree, do many errands
Sure, it would be a lovely day with blessings on my way
But sad it turned to be a doom’s day
With misfortunes in succession coming to slay
Going to the kitchen to light the gas stove,
To make a cup of morning tea
To warm up in that early hours of the day
I found the gas cylinder completely empty.
As an alternative, tried to plug on the electric stove
Ouch! I got the shock of a violent kick,
And in my effort to balance myself,
I leaned back upsetting a tumbler of milk.
The glass tumbler broke into several pieces
And the milk got strewn on me and all over
Messing up my dress, the floor and the kitchen rug
Making me lose all my composure.
I picked up the umpteen shards of glass
A job I did with utmost care
Again it took an hour, cleaning up the floor
And also washing the rug, a messy affair!
I thought of taking a quick shower
And in a hurry was moving barefoot
When suddenly I winced in pain
As a piece of glass got struck underfoot
I heard the door bell ring n’ ring
Limping, I moved to open the door
Back from his usual morning walk
Was my husband all shabby, his face with a deep scar
A cyclist had knocked him down and he fell sideways,
Into a muddy puddle injuring his legs and face,
And by the time he got onto his feet
That miscreant had vacated the space.
Nothing I could instantly think,
Other than leaning on his soiled chest
With a suppressed sob and a moan,
My body still sticky with milk by morning’s accursed test.
Sad, when the time came, there was no Christmas tree
Nor was there a gala dinner with roasted turkey,
As both of us had to limp with bruised legs and scarred face.
Never expected Christmas eve would turn so murky!
May 10 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 1-2
Key Verse – 2Chronicles 1:1 And Solomon the son of David was strengthened in his kingdom, and the LORD his God was with him, and magnified him exceedingly.
FAITH IN GOD WHO MAGNIFIES US BY HIS STRENGTH
God magnifies us by His strength against wickedness
While hedging us from guiltiness in our confession-earnestness
To smite our fears causing sadness and gloominess
So that we can triumph by faith’s steadfastness.
God magnifies us by His strength against falsehood-walking
While moving us toward service of dedicated working
To uphold our diligence from slothfulness-wrecking
So that we can continue by faith’s performance despite mocking.
God magnifies us by His strength against failure-embrace
While comforting us with His inspiring grace
To brighten our days through hope’s wondrous ways
So that we can rejoice by faith’s gladness for His praise.
God magnifies us by His strength against frustration-sorrow
While preventing us from losses of tomorrow
To cheer our hearts, overcoming painful woe
So that we can stand by faith’s might from evil’s arrow.
God magnifies us by His strength against misery
While upholding us from attacks of anxiety and worry
To uplift our souls for service and ministry’s glory
So that we can persist by faith’s victory.
God magnifies us by His strength against trial’s pain
While delivering us from worldliness-domain
To fortify our spirituality toward soulwinning terrain
So that we can persevere by faith’s labour, never in vain.
God magnifies us by His strength against temptation-pressure
While preserving us from breakdown of challenges beyond measure
To reinforce our commitment through His Scriptures that assure
So that we can prevail by faith’s security of divine composure.
May 10, 2025
Proudly the white tummies purposefully sauntered forth
Orange arrow beaks decidedly pointed
Stubby feet not nearly strong enough to hold them up
Yellow mirrored eyeballs, reflecting the sun
In sheer giddiness, frightening the menfolk.
I stopped the wagon train and gave them a stern talking to.
Yes, I am the wagon master, thank you much.
And this is the Wild Venus, not the Wild West.
It is a new world, of course.
Unfortunately when I stopped them, they fell over
Onto each other’s laps, making the menfolk laugh and laugh
Making me sorry we had given them their lobotomies before we reached destination
It was the only way we knew to control their testosterone,
Of course, it was my idea, one of my worst I later discovered.
We resumed our journey after they all regained a semblance of composure
Our pet menfolk and our pet yellow-bellies.
I smiled, knowing I might have been right all along.
Women would rule the Venus colony
TVs would be banned, and no animals would be harmed
In cages or hunted or trapped or any of that nonsense.
Some other women came to my wagon that night
We formed a sing along bonfire, and we laughed and talked well until morning.
Knowing our menfolk would be more than willing to get up with the
One point two children we had allowed ourselves and our
Yellow penguin brigade.
Congratulating ourselves on our new status
Rulers of Venus, Committee of Sixteen,
Power of the Woman
In Charge Forever
Until we realized sixteen women cannot agree on anything.
Without at least one or two opinions from the yellow penguins.
That is when it all changed. And they slyly took over,
Feeding us the feminine-out-sauce that took away our will and our minds.
Well done white tummies. Well done!
Handsomer men of better height wonder
Where the secret of my irresistible charm lies;
They do not believe it when I enter the pub
And push all the dazzling girls to their highs.
It’s the confidence of my mien,
The ease of my calculated walk,
The warmth of my natural smile
And the magic of my honeyed talk.
But they still will not believe
Why proud girls before me have no say,
Why they sip their pretty bottles
With one rolling eye cast my way.
I tell them it’s because I look so caring,
It’s because I don’t force my egotistic way,
It’s because I listen to their every word
And because I read their moods every day.
Most well-muscled chaps still will not accept
That it’s these simple things that so easily win
The tricky hearts of elegant women out there,
And think there must be some spell beneath my skin.
I tell them it’s the reassuring certainty of my presence,
The impenetrability of my grand and unassailable faith,
The feeling of all-ability I inspire with my composure
That tells girls I can cure their disturbing wraith.
I’m a unique man of his own peculiar taste,
Not the type that transfixes women right on their soles;
They see all my weaknesses the first minute we meet
And for the rest of the time they give me all their souls.
"So," he asked, as if he knew,
"What story do you bring?
Across the miles you've brought a tale,
I'll hear your song, now sing."
Indeed, across the miles he'd come,
Adventures braved, unsurpassed.
An audience with the King, he'd sought,
His story he'd tell, at the last.
At the King he looked, across his hall,
He gazed and gaped in awe.
Composure, though, is what he'd need
To pass news of the marching war.
Impatient now, had become Our Liege.
"What story do you bring?
If, perhaps, we take your tongue,
How then, boy, will you sing?"
He knew he'd gained the good King's wrath,
Exactly what he'd dreaded, and,
When his tale was done and told,
Neck on the block, beheaded.
But, one thing we know, the King was kind,
Though sometimes prone to ire, and
When the tale was told and done,
He said, "Boy, feed the fire."
"An honour this is, indeed, My Lord,
A day I'll long ere remember,
That I did fuel the Good King's hearth,
And bring forth a blaze from embers."
This must confirm, for all to see,
The King's kind and goodly heart.
Remember, though, if vexed at all,
His anger's a poison dart.
The orders were sent, the King's High Command.
"A feast we'll have for the victory to be."
The orders received, the boy was soon found.
Baked Messenger for tea.
fragrance of yesteryears distilled from heartache and joy
mixture of entropy and cohesion scented in hopeful aroma
sweat from wanderlust of adventure
tears from emotional advancement
blood of hard work’s injuries over time
fears contained and turned into vigour
petals ground into an effusion of love
a medley of rose-tinted lenses and reality’s patched spectacles
a truth serum of honesty kindness and unshakeable compassion
the knowledge that one’s perfume blends with compatible skin
smell of freedom to mind our souls
salve to soothe blisters and calluses
tincture of longing and tangible peace
composure of hard-won harmony at last
array of butterflies collecting honey dew
just like myself you had to endure the stench of past injustice
tribulations trials errors betrayal and displeasure of suffering
have been hurt by flavoured malodour of other’s transgressions
had the dubious benefit of having to turn up your nose to escape
stink fetour and mere existence in order to synthesize essence
balance of reason and heartfelt emotions
waiting for yin yang seeking a perfect fit
a mate best friend mirror spouse and lover
in sack cloth silk linen and satin sheets in a
bodouir graced by passion and pheromones
kisses of sweet pleasure rapture and satisfaction climax together
wet lips follow the path of mountains rivers splash and nurture
fan the flames in which fireside ashes mix with ember and warmth
in candour I have no magic potion until our perfumes merge into one
So it’s been an average day
Nothing good, some bad
Is that what we salvages say?
Officer pulls me over at the Kangaroo
Says our tail lights out, wants to search the car
Well do what you choose
Officer’s asking for death
So things aren’t going well
Given no warrant, how long will I hold my composure?
Only time will tell
Will my violent thoughts lay cold in exposure?
Officer, again, pulls me over 2 miles down the road
Maybe this time I’ll take off a load
Shines his light in my window,
just in front of smokers paradise
Obviously these provokers don’t care about life
Officer’s asking for death
So the past ten minutes ain’t been chillin
I used to be a server, I did the clean dealing
Waiting tables ain’t but a legal way of hustling
It’s just another day, no fussing
So at a stop sign we stop, take this right on campus
And what do you know, more blue lights
How funny the boys in blue decided to stamp us
Says our license plate was out
Sworn citizens holding true lies
what more is this about?
Officer’s asking for death
golden rings behind glass
smiled up at me way too soon
the swoon, the sweeping
my feet barely touched the floor
before his knee felt impact
my guess – he had no time to lose
to win her hand
not conventional to her father’s chagrin
a hung up call
100 yard dash
left the cord dangling
had he really said
“you don’t care about the family”
just a mad hatter dad
trying to scare her straight
but alas he let her fly away
sail the seven seas
well at least in theory
two weeks passed
she regained her composure
say no
say yes
i do
she did
dad got over it
now they’re friends
kim rodrigues © 2017
The nicest person on the outside, the more demons there are on the Inside.
I have watched men smile with the tenderness of priests
while burying knives beneath your tongue.
Civilization is a well-tailored coat.
It buttons high against the throat
to hide the bite marks.
The kindest man in the room
is often wrestling wolves
no one else can hear.
He says, “please,”
he opens her door,
he remembers her anniversary, birthday,
he laughs softly at the correct moments—
all while somewhere below the small ribs
an ancient furnace consumes his sleep.
Do you think goodness is born clean?
I think not, No.
Goodness is usually forged
by a creature acquainted with its opposite.
The saint and the criminal
share the same cellar.
One merely learned
how to keep the lantern lit.
There are women
who smile like warm summer rain
because if they stop smiling
the whole house of memory catches fire.
There are men
who become gentle
only after discovering
how violent they could have been.
The world praises pleasant faces.
It rewards composure.
But the unconscious—
ah, the unconscious—
keeps its receipts.
Every swallowed hatred,
every forbidden desire,
every humiliation forced underground
returns at night
wearing the mask of dreams.
And so the very nicest people
often carry hell
with exquisite manners.
They apologize too quickly.
They forgive too much.
They tremble when alone.
Inside them lives a courtroom
where guilt never sleeps.
I do not distrust the darkness.
Darkness is honest.
It is the man
who claims he has none
who should concern you most.