Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

23 Jul 2022

The Pursuit of Happiness – Part 3 – Inspire or shun negative people

 Part 3 – Inspire or shun negative people.

You get a breed of people who can never be happy. They are never satisfied with their lives, with what they have and with people around them. They can never embrace life or accept responsibility for their actions. They have no idea what their mission in life is and can never accept their destiny. Despair, prejudice and bitterness darken their inner being. They have no faith, no hope and no love.

14 Jun 2020

Disillusioned- a poem


Disillusioned- a poem – June 2020

I am ill at ease with the present world peace
As down below it glimmers of how the world simmers
As we warm up to sin with an uneasy grin

Trying to hide our conscience and pride
Repeating again some period of pain
Known as the Romantic which was violent and frantic
In which anything goes and end up in woes
Which satisfies our senses and blunts our defenses

For the sake of a break – a poem


For the sake of a break – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – June 2020

Stand still and hold fast,it’s time for a repast
You arrived here too soon like an age old buffoon
  
Our purpose of life isn’t to speed up the strife,
but to move quite gently and focus intently
Calm down and take stock of every old rock
which lies in your path and stops you to laugh

10 Jun 2020

Grace unlimited - a poem


Grace unlimited – a poem by P.K.Odendaal – June 2020

I cannot believe my great reprieve
For getting redeemed for things unseemed
And getting exempt for deeds unkempt
Sold in disgrace for the sins which I face
Which never gives way by night or day

6 Jun 2020

What am I doing here - a poem


What am I doing here - a poem by P. K. Odendaal – June 2020

The road that I travel is made out of gravel
Never was I told it would be streets of gold
It would be dull indeed if there was no need
or if there was no more I could suffer for
Losing my drive to try and survive
Would imply that I am ready to die
I have to hold fast till my calling is past
and cling to all things which meaning me brings

4 Jun 2020

Delusion and make believe - a poem


Delusion and make believe – June 2020

We live in a land of make believe
And we try anything we can scarcely conceive
Not for deception, but for fear of rejection
as none we can do will trouble you.

And that is more than we bargained for
And nothing we'll find will blow our mind
In fact, any tale will let us rail
and none of our stuff is ever enough
as we will only think we had too much to drink
Or that such a joke will go up in smoke.

17 Jan 2020

To Virashni - a birthday poem

To Virashni - by P.K. Odendaal - January 2020
 
There was a lady fair and kind
Who found it easy to make up her mind
Knowing who and what she wanted to be
In this dark world where she's unfettered and free

26 Oct 2019

An Ode to God - no. 2


An Ode to God – No. 2 – by P.K. Odendaal – October 2019

I stand in awe when endued and by God imbued
Who is so tall and care of things so small
and not as you and I who sometimes lie
and shield our shame while pursuing fame

28 Sept 2019

What a joy - a poem


What a joy - by P.K. Odendaal - September 2019

It is with joy that I jump like a boy
having dodged that bullet before she could pull it
Please do not abuse me when the muse wants to use me
As I yearn to be free while you're gunning for me

13 Sept 2019

The notion of emotion – a poem


The notion of emotion – a poem – by P.K. Odendaal- September 2019

It is well known that philosophers have shown
That we are what we think although there's a kink
Because we think what we are before we are what we think
And care not what we feel until we feel that we care
And none of the above is neither here nor there
And until we find what we do is all that's true
Our hearts do not care a hoot of what our minds can moot

7 Aug 2019

Love of my Life – Part 15 – A poem


Love of my Life – Part 15 – A poem by P.K. Odendaal – August 2019

Here we go once again with the same old refrain
Of desire and pain which are all still the same
For a purpose so alaine as an old steam train
But the dream that she had made us both feel bad

As a chance which went by like an unheard sigh
The gist of the dream was to be my queen
For ever and ever in bonds which won't sever
But this dream was too late to consecrate
And must be a sign of our long lost prime

8 Jul 2019

Love of my life – Part 14 – A poem


Love of my life – Part 14 (the end) – A poem by P.K. Odendaal – July 2019

When she has found that I'm still around
I wondered whether I should give it a try
Excitement still reigns in stead of my brains
As we want to know how things might still go.

But my previous conviction prevented benediction
As I knew an old flame just gives off smoke and shame
So I waited until fate started knocking at my gate
To show me how to handle this without a row

Love of my life – Part 13 – A poem


Love of my life – Part 13 – A poem by P.K. Odendaal – July 2019
 
If you think you are smart and follow your heart
There's one way my friend this story will end
It will drench you in tears for another few years
before you follow your mind and return to be kind

I started this venture as a sort of debenture
giving long term yields in various fields
but it was not to be as you shortly will see
if you care to glance at part two by some chance

7 Jul 2019

Love of my life – Part 12 – A poem


Love of my life – Part 12 – A poem by P.K. Odendaal – July 2019

When we come to the end of our present stipend
Do you think that by then it’ll be grief once again?
If we do not achieve some form of reprieve
For our desire to achieve something higher
Than just to be free from some human decree
Without any gain for the price of our pain

Love of my life – Part 11 – A poem


Love of my life – Part 11 – A poem by P.K. Odendaal – July 2019

There once was a wife who came into my life
To bring me some joy when I was a boy
But she left me for good which I then understood
Was the end of that game and the start of my shame.

Love of my life – Part 10 – A poem


Love of my life – Part 10 – A poem – by P.K. Odendaal – July 2019

There once lived a giant who was really unkind
And he abused all who didn't walk tall
Shouting and reeling without any feeling
For what is decent and right even at night

4 Jun 2019

Love of my Life - Part 9 - A poem

Love of my Life – Part 9 – by P.K. Odendaal – June 2019

She says that she trembles when something resembles
my picture or name which sets her aflame
and makes her desire to burn like fire
and touch my body and mind in a way that is kind

As I put my arm around her to calm
the passion we feel whilst our emotions still reel
from the caresses and hugs which feel like drugs
which mostly controls our bodies and souls

Love of my Life - Part 8 - A poem

Love of my Life – Part 8 – by P.K. Odendaal – June 2019

As another day draws to a close I am getting morose
And as another day is past I stand aghast
That she is not here for me to endear,
but she still appear in my blogosphere

To caress and to hold in the winter cold
when we are alone in a world of our own
to let passion fly like a banner on high
As we take flight to our own shelters at night

30 May 2019

Love of my Life - Part 7 - A poem

Love of my life – Part 7 – by P.K. Odendaal – May 2019

Do you know how much I long for your touch
specially at the end of the day when you are away
when I could entwine your body with mine
Just being at your side with no reason to hide
the passions we feel in the moments we steal

To be close together forever and ever
to make up the time we lost in our prime
as we thought we could relate without deciding our fate
but how blind I had been for the things then unseen
Not having to talk at the end of that walk
about what we should do when our time there was through

14 May 2019

Love of my life – Part 6 - A poem

Love of my life – Part 6 – by P.K. Odendaal – May 2019

I was quite alone when she messaged my phone
Her photo was distinct and it made me to shrink.
I pretended to not see it was really for me
And kindly asked if she knew of the past.

Her answer was right and it gave me a fright,
just knowing it could only be for the good
As she left me cold in the days of old
After all these years of manifold tears.