Category: Non-Fiction
Thank God for feminism
Just don’t let it put you down, that squeamish scrupulous meticulousness appertaining to the oversensitivity of female delicacy leading to the pettiest of pedantry. Forget all that and look to beauty, disregard the coarse uncouthness of the masculine barbarity and let it be replaced by all the virtues of true femininity, the modesty and delicacy of consideration and the […]
» Read moreWeft : A Dorsimbra
In the ‘good old days’ the Poetry challenge was often concerned with different forms. Not only did the need to stick to a certain (often detailed) format stretch the mind, but it resulted in some quite ‘different’ poetry for the author. This is a ‘Dorsimbra’ from 2007 (see explanation below).
» Read moreThe pledge
Don’t let my pride beguile you into believing that I will ever fail you. My pride is supreme, and I will never bow to anyone, but equally supreme is my love that never will abandon you or any word that ever has been given by me to you, our brotherhood or our supreme and constant everlasting master of the […]
» Read moreBypass
Who cares about all those who are in a position of responsibility but never care but just keep driving over ruthlessly all those who really care? If you are bypassed, driven over, ditched and treated as if you were nothing with injustice and intolerable ruthlessness, just let the drenching water of their sabotage run off your back and dry, […]
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Tibet
Marriage – why not?
I always tried to stick to the Platonic form of love as the most rational, reliable and relevant, especially in our age of planet-risking over-population. Quarrels was my horror always, and in matrimony they can never be avoided. I was once deceived and quite determined never to become deceived again, and I was never willing to end up a […]
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In between light and sound
Crazy ears and eyes, Busy to criticise. Powerful machines and guns Killing distressed organs Blinding light and sound Deafening all around Stealing ambrosial sense From the drums and the lens The power to hear and see In present clarity. But there’s music in the air Hanging everywhere, Easy ears and eyes In tune might apprise.
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