29 Aug 2017

I believe in humans

I believe in humans – by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017

Inhumanism – my own fabrication of anti-humanism, is rampant in the world and the cancer is spreading epidemically and hyperbolically, despite my article on it:

I never expected the article to be a magic wand, but neither did I expect inhumanism to travel faster than light. In fact, it is nowadays the only way to get some publicity – by strapping a bomb vest onto your body with or without bombs or burning your wife.

22 Aug 2017

A love lost poem

A love lost poem - by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017

In the previous part I have constrained my heart, to say what I want without any doubt, but now I must hand the pen to a friend.

I love the poems of Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and the following one will beat everyone:


When the first sere leaves of the year were falling, 
I heard, with a heart that was strangely thrilled, 
Out of the grave of a dead Past calling, 
A voice I fancied forever stilled. 

To the love of my life - Part 2 - A poem

To the love of my life - Part 2 - by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017

At first it seemed right and my future was bright
But as time went by, I could not rely
On a love that was blind and I unable to find
Peace for my soul to make my life whole.

I was far too shy to give love a try
And she to find a friendship so kind

With a boy who knew less of a loving caress
Than a soul on the run just looking for fun.

17 Aug 2017

To the love of my life - Part 1 - A poem

To the love of my life, whoever she was – by P.K. Odendaal - August 2017.

The muse visited me last night just before bedtime and this poem streamed out of my soul – hope you enjoy it and that it touches a part of your soul:

This is just an ode to a friendship of old
Which went up in smoke when love had no hope
Yet the grief and the pain is all that remain
In a world and a season when friendship had no reason.