SHAKING THE SPEAR…
Shakespeare’s virus lives;
The infection, a syndrome:-
The oppressor pleased:-
Today’s stage, shadowed;
New Orthellos infected:
The oppressor pleased:-
Let's be protective;
Our kids can’t be Desmonas,
Nor we, Orthellos:-
With self-injections,
Let us wipe out the syndrome:
Pleasing liberty:-
In recovery,
Our Desmonas mothering:
Liberty birthing:-
The wild predator and the mild easy prey in fact,
Make a weird, uneasy complement of a wild act:
Only for hunger,wrath, sport, or pride in the main;
For food, power, possession or vanity is it slain ;
Yet the rage and chase yond the bound is thrust,
Where no true reason nor use seems fair and just
While one kills the other to live and breed it strain
Need finds no seizing urge to wipe out in disdain
Quests, expedition, and crusade with tall a claim
Haven't left behind a great,noble and ideal name
Death is the be all and end all of every existence
And in the cycle,to dust returns the subsistence !
You may yet hear my voice from the past,
echoing across the pines and hills,
there was a being as me once was,
love reminder, memory refills.
that voice perhaps is deep in your heart,
reverberating in some thought cells,
in daily deeds I had played a part,
has come now to ring a loving bell.
those days are gone, blank, a clean wipe out,
and never shall they ever return,
but from those past thoughts new hopes shall sprout,
fresh love to grow, better things to learn.
like me many lives have come and gone,
leaving good legacies to cherish,
like routine of sunrise, sunset, dawn,
another life, lived, loved, to perish.
Weep not when you hear my voice again,
from beyond the distant pines and hills,
for no life is lived or lost in vain,
please be kind to me, forgive my ills.
Wipe out negativity with a splash of sunshine
As my mascara ran,
a fake smile was plastered.
I cannot keep trying
to wipe out every word.
The skills to mask? Plying.
As my mascara ran,
its streaks lit up my face.
Shattered cage now collapsed
set me free to find me.
Not once have I relapsed.
As my mascara ran
it was pure catharsis
that mixed with renewal.
Done with perfect poison,
going my way’s the fuel.
bowling alley boogie
oh no, a split!
shmoogie loogie moogie
you can do it!
my score is twelve
the others are up to eighty-five
bowling alley boogie
held in bit of a dive
no smoking signs totally ignored
crack! opponent got a loud strike
we reach for a ball together
crack! He gets another strike
ashtrays are full at every table in this place
proof we ignore the rules, without any grace
I wipe out a fifth time, my total up to seventy-two.
The others are over two hundred; I am glad we’re through.
I map the vision, chase the need,
Between the lines, I plant the seed.
From stakeholders to strategy,
I am the bridge - that's BA me!
(chorus)
We ask, we link, we write it clear,
Align the goals, wipe out the fear.
No cape, no code, but still we thrive -
Business Analysts keep dreams alive!
Align with teams, architecture too,
Assumptions challenge 'till they are true.
Deadlines loom, the scope may sprawl -
But here we are, who see it all.
When you reach the youth of old age,
Don't let actions go inactive.
Though life's compact, take space for you.
Repent not; repair, if you can
Face all !But don't deface your smile
Stop blaming but start accepting
Age is a number; keep engaged
Mix up and wipe out loneliness.
Place: 3rd
GETTING READY IN NATURE
Lions shaking all off…
Elephants self showering…
Snakes changing their skins…
Human nature needs cleaning…
Time to wipe out injustice…
The spirit of Dream
Megala man
Scratching that itch
Not that of a lower level man
Can wipe out a universe
In the moment The moment of a twitch
Too ra loo ra loo ral
Too ra loo ra li
The healthy of lean
Le fat the tip of hooray
Falling sideways
What is the writing drug
Why do poppies eat promise
Trying to keep up
Even the deck
With desperate desire
Forgive that which does not own you
Seraphine
You crave darkness
People don't believe it
When the bad guy wins
Gripping a tear
Dawn of the apocalypse
Eyes shooting spears
Sucked in by the smell of gold
Caught and tortured
Wreckless soul
They don't sleep at night
The night rebels
To change the face of the day
To a nightmare
Of whistles and bells
Ringing tolling
Waking up hell..
Kill the Boer, kill the farmer
A song sung in a stadium by thousands
Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear
A call to incite hatred and violence
Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer
Umshini wami (my machine gun)
Paralysing fear runs through your soul
To wipe out the Boer and the farmer
A call to genocide, they cajole
Rat-a-tat, see how they run
There is no defence against this genocide
You must die, self-defence is a crime
Hundreds and thousands of crosses, erected
For the innocent these numbers climb
The Boer and Farmer in death abide.
White clouds above
If not wipe out
Soon turn to black.
Clouds protect us
From to much sun
Require us rain.
Can't see the peak
Can't see the trees
Clouds cover them.
Clouds has level
God gives them role
Accordingly.
Tara it is goodbye now
And move on
To better things in life
I will get used living
Without you
I have to
I will find somebody else to
Replace you
I know that I can't be trusted
I took my frustration on you
I smack you in the head
Living you with a head injury
That is a wrong thing to do
If you don't want to forgive me
That is ok
There are nicer people out there than me
That needs you more than me
You tell me that I hurt you feelings
I hear you very well
You need to do
What you need to do
I never appreciated the things you did for me any way
I will wipe out the bad memories
I have of you
Yes I am going through tough times
And there is nobody who understands that
Better than me
I can't forgive myself for doing the thing
I did to you
I hope you find peace in your life again
And continue being the person you are
I will be me
Without you
I know that life is tough
And nobody said that life
Is a bowl of cherries
You say I am a
Hypocrite
I run to the church
Also I don't preach what I write
You must understand that I also inflicted pain
In you
Can you understand that I am not a perfect human
Being
I also have my faults
Our picnic food draws pesky flies.
We each grab a swatter and rise
to wipe out those devils,
but those crafty rebels
escape. Then we don’t feel so wise.
If I be what I’m and stay ever so,
My cares and concerns if live a bit low,
If painful memories vanish by morn
O to wipe out my life’s whispering woes,
If I can forget pains like a newborn,
And be like a blank page that not so knows….
If I can toss tired dreams like teens in love,
Cherish things a while and onward can move
To new goal posts to dream my dreams anew,
And can treat my sordid shadows in scorn,
Which, may chase me a while and lost sans clue,
If my night-old cares die by early morn….
If so, let vast shiploads of my grey dreams
Wrack on high seas, or amidst rocks in streams
To be flotsam to drift to unknown lands,
Let me then re-live fond childhood backwards
Amid raw Nature, lonely stars as friends,
And live as if there’s no care in all worlds.
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Musings | 03.12.2008, revised July 2024 | sestet, life
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