Mugabe's Philosophy

Down among Mugabe's niggers,
paid in money made from blood,
pulling, with great pleasure, triggers
waiting for the giant flood.

Help yourself, we cannot feed them,
kill as many as you can,
Africa will never need them,
Africa is not for man.

I'm not Jesus, breaking bread,
stretch one lousy fish to feed,
those who ought to be long dead,
white man go for black man's need.

God will never punish me,
you, my people may not live.
I am God, my eyes do see
seas of blood, for you to give.

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The Bee Sonnet

I was going to write you a sonnet
with much wisdom, both in it and on it.
But while walking near trees
I saw millions of bees
and came home with two bees in my bonnet.

Every bee has and uses his stinger,
and, once stung, it will burn and may linger
well this happened to me,
then another mean bee
put his stinger right into my finger.

So you see, I've known many a bee
who came down from some innocent tree.
But to write you a sonnet
with two bees in my bonnet
was prevented by bee number three.

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Triple Limerick

When the angels shed tears it is raining.
When it thunders it's devils in training.
When you sit on the pot
(in a hurry or not) ,
you'll be freeing things better by straining.

Saw a fellow (an old human being) ,
at a Casuarina tree, peeing.
His companion, a dog,
raised his leg on a log,
he was blind and his eyes weren't seeing.

You may ask what I'm smoking or using,
I'd reply that I'm partial to boozing.
Once they call me a hearse
it's too late for a verse,
until then may my words be amusing.

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Dog Years

The stones accumulate at last
and make you mellow
your public face is quite aghast,
your inner fellow
will wonder what will now become
of your resolve
as inner voices on a drum
play jazz and golf.

It's only milestones says your doc
nothing to worry,
it is not you who will take stock
and when the flurry
of plain arrythmia does arrive
it is too late.
You had such fun while still alive
my friend and mate.

And I insist to hold your hand
with all its sweat

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Wanderer II

Above my head the wind just blows
strange music to my ears,
its tentacles then tease my nose
and later there are tears.
A raven, flying like the crow
direct without detouring
its feathers black against the snow
its childish cries alluring.
I walk because I must succeed
in finding the blue flower
inside my satchel, grandma's mead
has turned and gone off sour.
And should you, on your voyage then
encounter one whose laughter
fills all the valleys, to Cayenne
with pink forever after..........................

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Another Betrayal

He was my brother until now,
a trusted friend who shared
a childhood of great dreams
who read the stories of the blood
that could be shared between
two genuine pals, by birth.

Yet he betrayed my trust,
with a disgraceful shame
and lack of plain humanity
to others, it was not to be
that honesty could rule
nor would it now survive.

I do not understand the world,
perhaps I never did,
the knife was twisted
and left in place, deep in
the soul that in the past
would without question

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Contempt

Let us enjoy our poetry
a given in a land that's free.
Though politics may bother some
ignoring it will keep us dumb.

A limerick overshadows time
the pleasantries of clever rhyme.
Free verse is mastered by a few
though much of it resembles pooh.

So many live inside a trance
where words perform their lovely dance.
We must, as poets stay alert
lest they may take our favourite shirt.

Our leaders ought to know the rules
that we are not pathetic fools.
Yet they behave as if exempt
and practice, laughingly, contempt.

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Come smile at me again

Come smile at me
come smile at me again.
And use the only smile you have,
the selfless and exquisite one.
And keep your eyes on me.
I'd like to study
the nuances of your smile.

Come look at me.
Come look at me again.
And use the only look you have:
The one of pure
Manuka Honey.
And keep your look on me.
I'd like to study
all the markings on your face.

Come close to me.
Come close to me again.
And hold your warm and tender body close to mine.

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Destiny

I thought of other things,
of butcherbirds with wings.
You rang, would you be game
for coffee with a dame?
I thought what is the use
would being a recluse
convince the pesky bird?
Well, Sir, you have my word,
I had no mind to sip
pale latte or to skip
my game of golf at noon
my swim in the lagoon.
You know (I think you do)
that it is surely true
if I had stood my ground
we would have never found
this thing that has us tied
like Bonnie to her Clyde.
The game the gods do play
are full of man's dismay

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H 2 O

Her name was oxygen, short form O-2
she was just floating there, above the lake
when something thin and wearing just one shoe
by name of hydrogen, a common flake
came rushing up to meet that chubby thing
which had two legs to dance with, he had only one
but when he touched, the water made him dance and sing
while that chubby one was sitting on her bun.
Above the waves that day they did combine their souls
though it was necessary to recruit one more
so that their dance could then proceed on four whole soles
and they made history as chemistry's folklore.

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