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MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)
Born Again Papa is born againthis new spirit in him –crinkled eyes, fading skinbald-head, graying side-burnsis dogged. Many thirty-year-olds or even lessare responsive, like Lydia was to Paulthis good news –Money, Power, and Confidencewhich were elusive at tender years. It is difficult and different… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)
This week we explore five poems highlighting a crisis older adults go through. A phase when falling health distorts their anatomy or worst a stage some feel they could be happier by making adverse changes in their life, and they feel the urge to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)”
9 to 5
To spend your life livingin fear and ignorancenever exploring your dreamsis cruel. To work hard for moneythinking it will buy youall things that will make you happyis crueler. To wake up in the middleof the night terrified by bills,is a horrible way to live.More… Continue Reading “9 to 5”
Inheritance
I – all my father bequeathed mewere good name n’ honesty – a treasure,so rich to pay for Tomorrow’s fare –value beyond measure. A bureaucrat, resorting to vile schemesto covet commonwealth to bestow to his childrenmy father did not, nor did his fathers before… Continue Reading “Inheritance”
Good, God!
Good, God! A word was once saidof your persecuted devotees – Christians:“Faith and virtue runs in their tribe”;conmen now man churches, they’vesold your Jesus for a new master – MoneyNaira is now Alpha and Omegacommerce, mega domes n’ elegant altersis now fad – the… Continue Reading “Good, God!”
Money is Only Paper
He’s mad,if a man is after moneylike a fugitive on the run.He’s a capitalistif he keeps itby whatever means necessary –ruining anyone solely for profit. He’s a playboyif he spends itwithout a careon booze n’ boobs.A never-do-wellif he doesn’t get itat the dint of… Continue Reading “Money is Only Paper”
A Sermon
7 Social Sins there are:Wealth without work.Pleasure without conscience.Knowledge without character.Commerce without morality.Science without humanity.Worship without sacrifice.Politics without principle. Copyright © Frederick Lewis Donaldson |1925 Frederick Lewis Donaldson (1860-1953) was an Anglican priest, well known as the Red Vicar of St Mark’s Leicester, and… Continue Reading “A Sermon”
Laments
1. While I was pleasuring you, Time took flight n’ Life pass’d me by. I should have been searching for a lifetime partner – someone to raise a family with. Instead, I was… Continue Reading “Laments”
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Weapon
The will to power destroys the power to will.The weapon made, we cannot help but use it;it drags us with its own momentum still. The power to kill compounds the need to kill.Grown out of hand, the heart cannot refuse it;the will to power undoes the power to will. Though as we strike we cry […]
Silent, but ….
I MAY be silent, butI’m thinking.I may not talk, butDon’t mistake me for a wall. Copyright © Tsuboi Shigeji | Translated by Geoffrey Bownan and Anothony Thwaite | 1964
Olokun
I love to pass my fingers(As tide thro’ weeds of the seaAnd wind the tall fern-fronds)Thro’ the strands of your hairDark as night that screens the naked moon: I am jealous and passionateLike Jehovah, God of the Jews,And I would that you realiseNo greater love had womanFrom man than the one I have for you! […]
Don’t Urge Me
“Entreat me not to leave you,Or to turn back from following after you;For wherever you go, I will go;And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;Your people shall be my people,And your God, my God.Where you die, I will die,And there will I be buried.The LORD do so to me, and more also,If anything but death […]
Wait Not
Wait not, fond lovershe’d not give a waiverwho took your placefind yourself another,let your memories bank not on me;your fantasies are free to roam. Wait not, fond lovershe – I dwell now inher river like a fish;she’s a taunting schemerthat wouldn’t unshackleor make me free. Desire me less in the nightturn the page, don’t writeanother […]
