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Of Woman Kind

Woman is the cause,

Woman is the problem,

Woman is the solution,

Without women however,

Life is a non-immersive experience;

Women can however become an addiction,

Patronising as it may seem, here lies the problem:

If women were a drug,

It would explain a lot:

For, a few drugs are good for you,

Others are not,

Some are only to be experienced in proportion,

And, women, will probably say:

The same is also true of men, I’d imagine!

Echo of a Song

A quiet moment,

Rarity, held in a palm;

A pulse,

Kept warm and safe;

Allowed to echo,

And, grow;

Into an enchantment,

Found within its song,

Now, cradling your soul;

Providing you solace,

Like a mother to a newborn,

Save, the roles have reversed in time,

The child has grown,

And, it is he who now holds your frail body,

Whispering words of comfort,

As you die.

While David Battles Goliath!

A spine of steal,

Beneath a mummer’s face,

Shrewd, wiley and full of cunning;

Observant and perceptive;

Singularly, self-serving;

Topped by an unshakeable self-belief,

All, qualities, aspired for and shared,

By schizophrenics, leaders of industry and celebrity alike;

While mad David battles Goliath,

What is the bystander who shares none of these qualities to do?

Dodge the stones and swings thrown askance,

Guard your modest flock and home,

Take comfort from the simple pleasures others tend to overlook:

Like watching the sun rise and fall in changing hues,

Casting reflections on a tepid stream that abuts your home,

Taking modest sips to quench the thirst of you and yours,

Ensuring you’ll have enough to sustain you today and  tomorrow,

And, hope and pray that others further up the stream do the same,

Appreciating the gospel truth:

By the grace of God, be I and mine;

For horror and suffering are bottomless pits,

And I must tend my flock as best as I can with what I have,

Until I take the final bow from this minor re-occurring role at the theatre of life.

Tree of Life

I will make myself stronger;

To weather storms;

Become the tree of life itself if I must;

To give you shelter and respite,

An opportunity to grow in relative freedom;

As my parents and loved ones did for me

No life is completely free of traumas my child,

The objective is to show you what is possible than not,

So that you may one day provide shelter to those who need it,

Then look out yonder,

At the forrest of your forefathers,

And, not be afraid to set down your own roots,

To begin the difficult task of building and nurturing,

A forrest of your very own.