Time out. for M lady Denise Bekker
The fountain murmurs quietly,
in the rose garden in the sun.
A haven of serenity
where I relax when work is done.
Inhale the perfume thankfully
It serves to calm my troubled mind.
This is a special place to me.
The only place where I can find
the peace I need to meditate.
Unwind after a busy day
and let the perfumes permeate.
To soothe me in their subtle way.
The fountain murmurs quietly,
its gentle song entrancing me.
Wednesday,09 June 2010-06-09
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Double entendre? for M'lady fay
Clear crisp notes on the morning air.
The blackbirds joyous melody,
which he sings loudly to declare.
This is my home territory.
To human ears a liquid trill,
to other birds a warning; clear.
I will not hesitate to kill
intruders who dare venture here.
This is my domain, mine alone
and I will guard it jealously.
So heed my warning and be gone
I wield supreme authority.
A pretty song. A warning note
which issues from the blackbirds throat.
31-Jan-09
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Seeds of Doubt
“To tell the truth” invariably
precedes the telling of a lie.
It reeks of insincerity
and always makes me wonder why.
You think that I might doubt your word
although I have no reason to.
I find this prefix quite absurd
to me it never does ring true.
I do not doubt your honesty
nor do I think that you doubt mine.
This prefix is a travesty
which only serves to underline.
The seeds of doubt you sow in me.
Which were not there previously.
05/04/2009
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And Mushy peas for J.T.Ellison
A fragrance carried on the breeze
which sets my saliva to flow.
Aroma guaranteed to please.
The finest fast food that I know.
Traditional English fish and chips
served up with salt and vinegar.
The smell can make me lick my lips
although I smell it from afar.
Kebabs, Chinese and Pizzas too
appeal to some but not to me.
There’s only fish and chip will do
To suit my mood adequately
Fine English food for Englishmen
I can enjoy time and again.
14-May-08
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Beyond Price For M lady Catrina
I find delight in simple things.
I do not yearn for luxuries,
A tiny gift lends my heart wings
Because he’s chosen it for me
We are not rich but have enough
to pay for our necessities.
I do not need expensive stuff.
A token’s always sure to please
He is my man and does his best
To ensure he fulfils my needs
Though other folks are not impressed.
I have no doubt that he succeeds.
What others think irrelevant
He is my man and I’m content.
9-Mar-09
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Poetry in Motion for Friend Thad
A connoisseur of derrieres.
I’ve studied ladies rears for years.
I love to watch the liquid flow
of haunches moving to and fro
When clad in well cut denim jeans,
they can enhance the dullest scenes
But better still I must confess
beneath a simple cotton dress.
I am convinced the ladies know
that many men enjoy the view
and do their very best to show
they don’t object but pretend to.
I find that Gluteus Maximi
Are very easy on the eye.
14-May-08
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Why must I? for Cp Sharma
Why must I
The mist is lifting slowly. So
I can see the way ahead.
Although I’m not allowed to know
my future fate. I need not dread.
The Unknown hidden by the mist
evaporated by the sun.
I will go on I will persist
until my distant goal is won.
The quest embarked upon at birth
which will not end until I die.
My sojourn on the planet earth
but always I must question why.
I have no choice but journey on
No one can answer my question.
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New every Morning for M'lady Ann Beard
The Blackbird leads the dawn chorus.
His feathered cousins harmonise.
Their morning music glorious.
As if the song birds realise.
The opalescent light of dawn
provides them with the perfect cue.
To greet the new day newly born
as they are well equipped to do.
Each songster adding something to
the melodies that intertwine.
A ritual forever new
as they instinctively combine
into a choral symphony
Their every note blends perfectly.
Friday,29 January 2010
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Wiggle Giggle for M' lady Lucia
Some women wiggle as they walk
as a pretty woman should.
But others jiggle as they stalk.
It’s not a very pleasant view.
If you are looking from the rear
To see a fat posterior
that’s larger than it ought to be
Still it’s something you often see
A womans wiggle’s wonderful
I think it’s really beautiful
but then I am a connoisseur
of Lady’s pretty derrieres
A wise girl pays attention to
what she looks like from the rear view.
9-Jul-08
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Dawn To Dusk
The eastern sky
Suffused with light.
New risen sun is climbing high.
Erasing shadows of the night.
From east to west.
The normal way.
The sun pursues his daily quest.
In the same way every day
As he has done
Since time began.
Our days are measured by the sun.
Whose rule applies to every man.
When morning breaks.
The sun will rise
And take the route he always takes
From east to west across the sky.
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