Gentlemen
Where
have all the men gone,
the
gentlemen who stood beside his woman,
the
ones who were once there to protect you
keep
you safe from harm, you walked above the clouds,
who
shared his life, love with you,
A
love that was forever, not vanish out of sight,
moved
to another bed with the coming of the dawn.
Gentlemen
are rare species,
are
sought but few are found,
men
are now guys with their eye for chance,
ships
passing into the night come morning,
have
moved on to another port,
they
weigh anchor, sail with the breeze,
move
frog like to another bed.
Storm
'Twas naught moon nor star burned bright,
dark
clouds rushed fiercely over
mountains,
rivers and fells to
bring
destruction across the land.
Rain
pelts trees, water rushed full speed,
torrents
churned, gouged
ground
from river banks,
logs
sailed, dangerous missiles.
Drowned
animals dragged
battered
on a roller-coaster,
down
with the swirling water
to
end miles away at sea.
Wishes
Roses
are red
tulips
are too,
hope
you birthday
didn't
make you blue,
may
there be many more
wonderful
years ahead of you.
My
Christening
The
day had come
a day
I'll never forget,
dressed
in my beautiful layette
wrapped
in a shall,
we traveled in the car
parked
in front of the house.
I'm
not sure of the make,
all I
remember are the steps
with
rails built on both sides,
the
flooring of the veranda,
high
blocks on which the building stood,
dirt
to walk on, not a proper floor.
My
mother carried me beneath the building,
father
stood nervous by her side,
an
open forty-four gallon drum
filled
with water, glistened in the sunshine,
I was
passed across the drum to the minister
unaware
of the fate that behold me.
After
a few mumbled words
my
head slid beneath the surface
of
the glistening water. Dunked, I tell you,
why
should he be allowed to dunk a baby,
this
I tell you is not fair,
I
couldn't swim. I was weighted down.
He
didn't care, if I did drown,
I
spluttered and screamed,
but
no one seemed to care,
my
face finally wiped with a handkerchief. At last. I could breathe air.
I
can't forget what he did to me.
Water.
Don't bring it near me.
Don't
splash it on my face, or I'll scream.
I'm
not a fish. Don't put me in a river.
My
tears will spill, will cause a flood,
if
you're wise, don't cast water at me.
Stars
can shine bright on a sunny day.
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