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

The stuff Reality is made of – Part 1 - Existence

The stuff Reality is made of – Part 1 –by P.K. Odendaal - July 2019

In this series I will be exploring important aspects of reality and explain it in some general terms. The main aspects I will be discussing are in some way connected to general intuitive axioms which, according to Gödel’s theorem, will not be provable in our terrestrial domain. Although this series of articles are technical and scientific in many ways, it will not be difficult to read and understand it for other-minded readers, as I will keep it simple and basic.

So, after pondering this subject for over twenty years, and although I have come to understand it only in a miniscule way and only an infinitesimal part of it, I am able to make a few basic postulates of the tenets of reality.

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

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

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

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.

Oh, the rapture of love! – a poem

Oh, the rapture of love! – a poem by P.K. Odendaal – May 2019

I dreamed a dream which may be extreme

That love can be found when no one's around
For love does not care whether someone's there
To have and to hold in fire or cold

Until the pyres of our earthly desires

Vanishe from sight in the deep of the night
Leaving us still and content without life's lament
To let us acquire some other desire