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She was definitely a strange girl,
Many odd and weird things I have heard;
She dreamt of riches,
Silk robes,
Rich husband,
Deepest bag of diamonds,
High-priced banquets,
Treated like a princess.
From the church the bells tolled,
Her wedding was due,
Hip hip hurrah,
I met the spoilt bride,
She held her breath,
Balanced with fears,
Her man arrived in time,
She was only eighteen,
He was nineteen, fifty years ago,
Married three times,
Widowed three times.
Beside her he knelt with difficulty,
She looked at his wrinkled face,
His cotton white hair,
His hands shaken,
But he was made of money….
Who cares….
Her eyes blinked,
Who cares…
Ill-fated is this married life,
Ominous prediction for this wife;
Still he was rich,
She was a,
Birds of a feather,
Spurious and preposterous,
For she’s eighteen,
He’s sixty-nine….
Wondering if he manages this sexual position!
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The capacity of kindness,
the surplus of charity,
people give all,
without deficiency.
Sympathy without bias,
belief without bitterness,
inspire kindness.
Unity surrounded by disarray,
liberty contained by suppression,
charity begets unkindness,
some are led by oppression.
Moralizing harmony and kindness,
should come from the spirit of human shame,
Love and kindness do not come in class breeding.
A dog is not just for Christmas is a poor saying,
The loving thoughts eradicate kindness,
The mouth opens and speaks only of audacity.
follow,
the path of kindness,
don’t kid yourselves of being blameless,
you’re both destructive,
and malign.
Attractive lips,
Evolve,
by expressing,
Only,
words of kindness,
as language is honey,
Upon,
the lips.
A soul mate conceding all the loving-kindness;
Bestowing unto me tender leniency,
For all my transgressions.
A decent Christmas to secure,
The triumphant hope survives;
Children of God shall smile,
A little kindness changes live.
Friday 9th November 2018
A Little Kindness Never Hurts Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
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from north to East-west
a journey without substance
haphazardly
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What is love
if knowledge is not understood?
how can one love
without realising the true likelihood?
Love deprived of information
is like a body without a heart
lacking compassion and concern
existing in the wilderness without counterpart.
What a tragedy it would be
if this will happen to you and me
we’ll be androids under control
slaves to programmers never set free.
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The once was a man with a long bad tongue
He wrote poor lyrics and never got sung,
His lengthy words were a farce
They came out of his ****,
Smelling like stagnate garbage of bung.
She is a lady from Mersey side
In need of a smack on her backside
Her finger always digging
To give someone a wigging
she is neither clever nor dignified.
A man from earth snorkels like a hog
Cries like a cat and growls like a dog,
A true pain in the bum
Because he is scum,
He lives happily in a repulsive bog.
There was a lady who travels a lot
She has rounded face and a beauty spot
She is loud as a siren
Thinking she’s Lord Byron
She is Dorothy they call her Dot.
There was a man who owned a yacht
He was depressed and overwrought,
Ladies loathed his clowning
They had no time for fooling,
He needed some serious food for thought.
Danny was a man from the You Ess Ay
A Canadian lady who liked to pray
A twit from Denmark with an Italian postmark
And a Kenyan who lives in Bombay.
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A bird that eats the wheat discouraging the farmer,
The worm swallowed by a lizard,
A butterfly soaring on a thyme bush,
Perused a pregnant woman under torrential rain;
Invulnerable,
Manipulated,
Empty thoughts that manoeuvres the corrupt mind;
A snail struggling to overcome the steep stalk,
A depraved heart lonely and unloved,
I saw women breasts feeding soured milk,
Recognising the malnourished children before a bonfire,
The deepest pit holding hundred of cadavers,
All in one rotten basket.
I heard the words of a song, screeching without rhythm,
I heard the lie of a woman cry rape,
I’ve seen her innocent victim jailed;
I longed for a clear mind,
Without sorrow,
Confusion,
And hate.
I saw a garden of yellow daffodils turning red,
That is the husband mutilated the wife,
The bright light of an artificial sun,
The darkest sky without moon and stars,
The unfortunate baby sucked out to live with us,
In a world of gloom,
Where a bird that eats the wheat discouraging the farmer,
Where the worm swallowed by a lizard,
Where a butterfly soaring on a thyme bush;
Where a pregnant woman under torrential rain falls to the ground and
miscarriage.
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How I love thee my sweet pomegranate
For thy are beautiful as a blanket of flowers;
My love is a fine wine ready to consume
Always as fresh as April showers.
My love for you is a never-ending fire
Filled with respect and sincere desire.
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In a time of matters I reflect,
Being forever perspicacious;
Wrong decisions, false steps,
Leading to become fallacious.
In need of caution or I will fall foul,
To be specifically as wise as an owl.
Walking on the edge of normality,
Having doubtful thoughts ahead;
An inclination to sidestep formality,
Often times hanging by a thread.
This is my life and where it abodes,
Feeling my choices are crossroads.
Rash decisions taken with consequences,
The mind and the heart in hopelessness;
Too late to repair the damage contributed,
Leaving me breathing within emptiness.
In this situation I become smirch,
Conducive to a drunkard’s search.
In a time of end matters I reflect,
For my regrets are great and pitiful;
Should I cry over spilled milk?
After which I shall become guileful.
When finally I become trounced,
I become a dead cat that bounced
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muffled screaming
the night humbled without moon
time for a killing
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I know a man by his clothes,
A woman I know also;
Do I recognise the baby?
Of course, I do by its torso.
I know bright weather from stormy,
I recognize rain from snow;
Do I notice sleet?
Of course, I do it comes down on show.
I know a liar by his words,
i see truth from within;
Do I detect evil?
Of course, I do by committing a sin.
I know an apple from an but its shape,
I identify a peach from an apricot;
Do I comprehend a snowberry?
Of course, I do it a poisonous crop.
I know workers from malingers,
I know success from failure;
Do I know Christ?
Of course, I do he’s was the Saviour.
I know healthiness from disease,
I know strong cheeks from pallid;
I know dead devours all,
I know also being dead is being invalid.
I know all there is to know,
I know a dwarf from an elf;
I know a fool by his face,
I know everything except myself.
Note. A snowberry is a Symphoricarpos, commonly known as the snowberry, waxberry, or ghostberry, is a small genus of about 15 species of deciduous shrubs in the honeysuckle family.
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