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...The hard-core just leave men altogether,
but in the rank-and-file there’s a trend
of these women speaking of ‘gentle’ guys,
then shacking up with the dominant men.
Tale old as time, women love the ‘bad boy,’
there instinct responds to his aggression,
some deign to marry the ‘sensitive’ guys.
but then cheat, and take half their possessions.
It is quite the cognitive dissonance,
to say one thing, while craving another,
their teaching says they should be ‘empowered,’
while their instincts cry, “Make me a mother!”
They claim in one breath, “Women rule the world!”
but then complain their man isn’t decisive,
say they want a man to take care of them,
while preaching that such men are repulsive!
And this patriarchy the women built,
nobody can say that it has not worked,
we have built up great civilizations,
freed women from most of the threats of this earth.
We’ve built huge houses, all climate controlled,
machines that will take us any place quick,
we grow too much food, our infants don’t die,
yet they still get mad, and call us all sick?
I think deep down they want what they always did,
but are convinced doing so must betray
some cause created by unhappy women
all the way back in their grandmother’s day,
not seeing that those ‘patriarchal men’
are the men that those grandmothers created,
seems kind of ungrateful, after all this,
for them to proclaim men should be hated.
She plucked up the courage
To help these stricken creatures
Strewn across the
High tide mark
Scooping one up
From the sand
In her little hands
And threw it
Back in
Shacking her hands
And little fingers
For the bite and sting
that didn't begin
A second
Than a third
Always the shake
Of hands and little fingers after
Her courage collapsed
At the sight
Of so many
I thought
She's going to walk away
She took
Three steps
Looking at those
That were left
Too my surprise
She dropped
To her knees
In the shallows
And brought her little hands up
To her face
In prayer
She whispered
Silently
Quietly
Her prayer
For the ones
She didn't have the courage
to save
In the shallows
And lapping waves
How refreshing
To see the faith
of the young
I looked and inspected
My faith
In that sunny moment
Bruised
Battered
Dinted
But some how
This little girl
With the show
Of her courage
and faith
Renewed mine
Just a little
In the human race
A giant bee is buzzing
Just outside the window pane.
My silent wish that he would leave,
It seems, was made in vain.
He's circling around the roof
With not a hint of going;
His loyalty to that one spot
Shows not one sign of slowing.
I worry, though, about his friends
For bees that seem to thrive,
Instead of shacking up alone,
Will habitate a hive.
Perhaps he's only passing through
And working out his wings,
But I'm afraid he's found the place
For testing out his stings.
The joys of spring are balanced out
With nettles, thorns and stingers,
For beauty sans a little pain
Will slip right through our fingers.
Opened my eye awoken by a thought
Palms all sweaty, hands all shacking the worlds definately changing.
Everywhere I turn is re-arranging
Everyone is ex-changing soon there will be no refraining.
Father, there is too much complaining this world is aching
Everyone is taking while our children are breaking.
Vanity and war are now matchmaking
Father can't their see that these politicians are dividing
There is no-one truly guiding.
Leaders of this world, why are you backsliding
How I wish, you could stop all this hiding and start deciding.
Families are dying, mothers are crying and all you are doing is lying
Why not try some honest applying.
Aern't you tired of all the falsifying
Look around you soon your greed will make this world horrifying.
Why are you so afraid to be a leader who is magnifying
Leaders of all nation
One day you will have to be the one
To do some justifying.
He fought
Strong and hard
He did
Especially since
He got that letter
He fought
As if
There was no tomorrow
Worth living for
It changed him
It saddened him
He used to laugh
Like a Kookaburra
Even among
All the whistles
Of impending death
Over there
On the Dardanelles
He’d be the one
To cheer the boys up
With a quick Joke
And a smoke
As he passed
In the trenches
But that soon changed
After he got
The letter
He didn’t speak of it
And I
Knew not to ask
It changed him
He fought with more
Vigour, bravery
After he got it
Always the first
To go over the top
Or to run the Nek
How he survived
God only knows
He once said
While he pattered
His breast
If I’m to die
It will tell you
And I knew
He meant
The letter
That sad day came
Not there
But on the fields of Flanders
I lay next to him
In the mud and misery
Shacking
Shacking him
“mate
Come on mate
We’ve come so far
Don’t leave me now
What am I to tell Nellie
I cried
Above the screams
Of shells and yells
On the fields of Flanders
It was only after
He was buried
That I took out
The letter
And read
Tis with great regret
We wish to inform you
Nellie has passed away
She fell from her horse
Mustering a mob
Down by the course
Was then
That I understood
The change
That came over him
Way back then
On the Dardanelles
I turn the letter
Over in my hands
To see
That he had written
If I
Am to die
A forlorn
And forgotten
Death
Upon a foreign shore
Please make sure
You return me
For
I wish
For you
To lay me
Upon
My dear Nellie’s
Breast
I remembered
After I had
Shakenly read
That I
Wanted to cry
But I
Had nothing left
To share or shed
Upon the fields of Flanders
I refold
The letter
And place it
Gently
At the base
Of Nellie’s
Headstone
As close I could
To her Breast
When we married in church
you swore a solemn vow,
now you’ve left me in the lurch
shacking up with that vile cow.
In front of the lawyer you just lied
crocodile tears shed, how you cried
your betrayal of us can’t be denied
You launched a vitriolic attack
stabbing me cruelly in the back
scruples are the one thing you lack
It’s for honesty I now search -
I find trust so difficult now
Family life you cast aside
abandoning me and our son Jack
FICTION POEM – I started another poem but found it too emotional to write about the real betrayal in my life by my sister
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11/3/18