This Is Poetry
Poetry Is…
A load of nonsensical twaddle
That cannot be understood
Unless you’re wearing the Emperor’s clothes
Then you’re bound to say it’s good
Poetry Is…
Profound words of wisdom
That linger in your head
Evocative and clever
A pleasure to have read
Poetry Is…
An unfolding story
The rhyming of the words
Like lyrics in a song
The poet must be heard.
Poetry Is…
A load of nonsensical twaddle
That cannot be understood
Unless you’re wearing the Emperor’s clothes
Then you’re bound to say it’s good
Poetry Is…
Profound words of wisdom
That linger in your head
Evocative and clever
A pleasure to have read
Poetry Is…
An unfolding story
The rhyming of the words
Like lyrics in a song
The poet must be heard.
That Child
This child has shelter and food and love,
That child has nothing, none of the above,
This child feels secure and safe at home,
That child of no abode can only roam,
This child has hot water a shower and bath,
That child has the rain and no reason to laugh,
This child eats well at least three times a day,
That child finds scraps along the way,
This child is surrounded by a loving family,
That child is alone and in extreme poverty,
This child will only wear designer clothes,
That child has rags and uncovered toes,
This child is lucky to be born into wealth,
That child just needed to be born somewhere else.
This child has shelter and food and love,
That child has nothing, none of the above,
This child feels secure and safe at home,
That child of no abode can only roam,
This child has hot water a shower and bath,
That child has the rain and no reason to laugh,
This child eats well at least three times a day,
That child finds scraps along the way,
This child is surrounded by a loving family,
That child is alone and in extreme poverty,
This child will only wear designer clothes,
That child has rags and uncovered toes,
This child is lucky to be born into wealth,
That child just needed to be born somewhere else.
Love Is Precious
Love is precious love is kind
Shakespeare told us love is blind
Love is for taking love is forgiving
When we love we are truly living
Love is showing each other respect
Neglect this and the love will be wrecked
Love needs honesty along with trust
Allowing each other to grow is a must
Love is understanding that we are not perfect
Acceptance of this makes it all worth it.
Love is precious love is kind
Shakespeare told us love is blind
Love is for taking love is forgiving
When we love we are truly living
Love is showing each other respect
Neglect this and the love will be wrecked
Love needs honesty along with trust
Allowing each other to grow is a must
Love is understanding that we are not perfect
Acceptance of this makes it all worth it.
Battle Of The Trousers
We may all be slaves to fashion
At some time in our lives,
Some better, some worse
Like husbands and wives
But there will surely never be
A more offensive sight to see,
A challenge for the wearer
Who will also be the barer
A simple pair of trousers
Not worn on the hips or waist,
But worn halfway down the buttocks
Such style and such good taste
The unintentional comedian
believes he looks so cool,
He tries to strut
Without much luck
and really looks a fool
He cannot move too freely
Or those trousers might fall down,
His embarrassment would not be spared
Whilst reaching to the ground
A two year old would be forgiven,
For wearing trousers in this way
And lovingly described as cute
As he trundles through the day
But if you choose to show your underwear
At an age that isn’t sweet
And lose the battle of the trousers
And they end up round your feet
Be prepared for roars of laughter
Just like a circus clown,
You’ll be sure to hear it loudly
Echoing all around
So to avoid this situation
Before you venture out,
Cast an eye over that mirror
There really is no doubt
It’s not a look that you’ll grow into
And please excuse the pun,
Pull your trousers up guys
You know it must be done.
At some time in our lives,
Some better, some worse
Like husbands and wives
But there will surely never be
A more offensive sight to see,
A challenge for the wearer
Who will also be the barer
A simple pair of trousers
Not worn on the hips or waist,
But worn halfway down the buttocks
Such style and such good taste
The unintentional comedian
believes he looks so cool,
He tries to strut
Without much luck
and really looks a fool
He cannot move too freely
Or those trousers might fall down,
His embarrassment would not be spared
Whilst reaching to the ground
A two year old would be forgiven,
For wearing trousers in this way
And lovingly described as cute
As he trundles through the day
But if you choose to show your underwear
At an age that isn’t sweet
And lose the battle of the trousers
And they end up round your feet
Be prepared for roars of laughter
Just like a circus clown,
You’ll be sure to hear it loudly
Echoing all around
So to avoid this situation
Before you venture out,
Cast an eye over that mirror
There really is no doubt
It’s not a look that you’ll grow into
And please excuse the pun,
Pull your trousers up guys
You know it must be done.
Mysterious Miracle of Life
Life starts from a simple seed
From there, what develops is way beyond me
The miracle of life begins to unfold,
With so many secrets that will never be told
Let's breathe in and out and appreciate
Every solitary breath that we take,
Our mind is the most powerful tool
So let's use it wisely not like a fool,
There may be much we don't understand,
We may feel we don't have a plan
But while for us it's all unravelling
Why waste the time in which we're travelling
Love, laughter, pain and sorrow
Are all a part of our tomorrow,
From each experience we can build and grow
And on along the path we go,
If we attempt to give and take
And try to learn from our mistakes,
In this life we might just find
The human race can be man kind,
While life remains a mystery
Animals, birds, plants and trees
Share with us this amazing space
Our world, this planet, our life in space.
From there, what develops is way beyond me
The miracle of life begins to unfold,
With so many secrets that will never be told
Let's breathe in and out and appreciate
Every solitary breath that we take,
Our mind is the most powerful tool
So let's use it wisely not like a fool,
There may be much we don't understand,
We may feel we don't have a plan
But while for us it's all unravelling
Why waste the time in which we're travelling
Love, laughter, pain and sorrow
Are all a part of our tomorrow,
From each experience we can build and grow
And on along the path we go,
If we attempt to give and take
And try to learn from our mistakes,
In this life we might just find
The human race can be man kind,
While life remains a mystery
Animals, birds, plants and trees
Share with us this amazing space
Our world, this planet, our life in space.
Poverty
Being Old
I used to have a voice once I used to be someone But growing old and feeling cold Is really not much fun I had strong opinions And used to speak out loud Now I just stay quiet And don’t get noticed in a crowd Not wishing to sound melancholic Or ungrateful for the years I’ve loved and lived my life in full But of course I’ve shed some tears I move now in slow motion The aches and pains are always there So many pills to take each day And of course the thinning of the hair My eyesight is now failing My hearing’s not so good Conversations are hard work now I don’t think I’m understood These days I feel very frail I used to be quite strong Time used to go so quickly then And now the days they seem so long My experiences along the way Have been so worthwhile I’ve learned so much every day And always try to smile I can now do so little And the frustration sometimes shows I cling onto my memories And refuse to let them go Time is now against me I don’t see it as a friend When the final curtain closes I’ll accept that it’s the end. |
NELSON ROLIHLAHLA MANDELA
His early life was peaceful In a rural setting, herding cattle With rich and royal connections And no clue of the forthcoming battle It all began at college Against the white colonial rule, He had so much determination In his fight for liberation When he joined the ANC It was a huge uphill struggle, Ironically, charged with treason Was just the beginning of his troubles How did that government Manage to sleep at night, Imposing such injustices, Believing apartheid was right After the Sharpeville massacre Non-violent protest came to an end, Black people looking for equality, White leaders looking for revenge A truly great man Attempting to bring about change, A fair, and equal society, How could this be thought as strange So off to prison he was sent Because he fought for what was right, Then better living conditions at Robben Island Was yet another fight After 27 years His determination was still strong, He was at last released from prison, It had taken far too long Negotiations began, A constitution was agreed, Racial discrimination Would no longer be The Nobel Peace Prize Was so very deserved, And then becoming President, His voice would now be heard The elimination of worldwide poverty And aids is now his goal, This wonderful man fights on, For many deserving souls Even in retirement This amazing man still cares, Now that he is poorly Let’s remember him in our prayers. |