Divorce - Part 3 - Transformation - by P.K. Odendaal

Divorce – Part 3 - Transformation

How do I transform my life after decades of strife
While I was often abused and always misused
Not expecting it to disrupt my life so abrupt
When love turned to hate and sorry came too late

Divorce - Part 5 - Reflection - by P.K. Odendaal

Divorce – Part 5 – Reflection

How do you get free from bad company
and how do you break the bonds of mistake
How much does it cost for a life that is lost
How do you last from the abuse of the past

Divorce - Part 4 - Attacking the unarmed - by P.K. Odendaal

Divorce – Part 4 – Attacking the unarmed.

I thought you would not to pull my tail to no avail
But you went ahead and divorced me instead
Why you would pursue that which was not due
Still  blows my mind and leaves me blind
To see what dent you will make in the end
In my mind and my soul which is surely your goal

Divorce - Part 2 - Why did I go

Divorce - Part 2 - Why did I go

 

If I could turn back the clock in this moment of shock
Which caused me to make such big a mistake
I would be better off now as I am anyhow
And will not repent some stupid event
Which brought me hence to recompense
For some unknown fate which has of late
Deprived me of my peace wanting full release
To free my mind of things unkind

Divorce – a poem - Part 1 – Exorcise

Divorce – a poem - part 1 – Exorcise

I have written too much about marriage and too little about divorce, both of which is nowadays such an integral pastime of humanity. It will reach its apex soon when the number of marriages equals the number of divorces.

Being so intimately involved in both these pastimes, I have written a few poems on divorce with the realization that a divorce is much more than just receiving a piece of paper that your marriage has been dissolved – as if a divorce can be so cryptically or euphemistically described.

How did our love start

How did our love start? – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – September 2017

If I think of how we met, how can I then forget?

That it was both you and I who wanted to give it a try

Not that we thought it would bring us aught

Or that we had some notion it would stir an emotion

We just happened to gel before we could tell

What was the next step after we have met?

I asked you by the way if we could meet another day

To which you made known that you were also alone

An Ode to God - No. 1

An Ode to God – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – August 2016.

For a mere mortal like me, and a very ignorant one at that, I can make no other rational deduction than that God had created Himself. It is therefore with humility and wonder that I composed this Ode to God:

O, wondrous God, what happened on the instant you made yourself?

There were no mountains to tremble or thunders to rejoice,

There was no human or angel to bow before and adore you,

Yet the greatest miracle of all was born without a sigh.

An Ode to Life

An Ode to Life – a poem by P.K.Odendaal – April 2018

Soft, tell me how you find life's purpose and life's mind

Are you the one who says life's fruits are all a mess

Let me not hear that you heart is full of fear

Because you doubt what life is all about

You tell me that life is pain and only grief remain

That the good that you have done did benefit no one

And each time you tried to rejoice it was with a hollow voice

Yet all the suffering and shame was repeated again and again

Love is not love which alters ...

Love is not love which alters .. – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – April 2018

And so it came as a fright to my senses last night
That love is not free as I thought it to be 
Love is not love when we have to defend the feelings we have to pretend
And to know it is there in moments we care

To entertain a notion when we know that emotion
Is an impostor when such feelings we foster.
And should not drive our fate when our love turns to hate

If we say that we love when we are not so sure
Is more than our frail souls can endure

It is madness to treat madness

It is madness to treat madness – by P.K. Odendaal – March 2018.

I have been struck wise by three films which illustrated to me the fallacy of the treatment of patients by specialists in special institutions or facilities. The conventional wisdom, which, as we know, is always wrong is to do that, so we need to do the opposite.

The three films were:

One flew over the cuckoo’s nest

As good as it gets

Three Billboards.

All three are brilliant expositions of the treatment and therapy of such people inherent in social and communal activities.