The Rat Only Comes When You Don’t Have A Stick To Kill It.

You can not be all things to all men.

Food for the stomach and the stomach for food,

A stitch in time saves nine,
Strike whilst the iron is hot.

The dogs bark when the caravan is crossing.

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, rage
Against the dying of the day, put

Your eggs in one basket,
Scrambled, and

When you rattle a snake expect a bite.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

A bird in hand is worth two in the bush, two
Peas in a pod –

Tomorrow never comes.
Diamonds are forever.

Nations rise and fall on words, and
We can afford to speak good,


Can’t you take a joke?
I was being sarcastic,


I ‘ain’t paying a penny for your thoughts.
Even a farthing.

I’m not laughing with you,
Laughing at others,

I am not.

Say something kind.

A stitch in time saves nine.


Mathew 12:37 – “For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.”

-short evocative poetry-

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another chance at happiness

give me
and I’ll plant it by the roadside.

give me water and
I will tend it,
grow it

give me
and I will turn it,
and live it with goodheart,

and love it in

like softlight
on bone.


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We garden together, He and I,
Uprooting rocks, chiseling Fuchsia,

Argue a lot, and;

Framing roses in golden, morning light or a
Flaming red sunset,

Helps cool raging fires.

Birds join us when we are not too loud,
Sipping iridescent water from clay pots,

Serenading nectar onto rhamphothecae;

We squash fat slugs accidentally,
And bitterness.

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Violent language


You wonder why homosexual men hate their fathers specifically –

Those who don’t know them, consistently
Want to know,

Who is the wife and who,
The husband –

And it seeps in,
Leaking insecurity like,

Laying fresh sheets for the night,

Then fighting because fathers call boys disciplined or,
Pussy’s –

Violent words that not even women,

Scarlet language that,
Colours all things, that –

Thank God,
Good lovers, forgive.

♦Picture♦   – Christianos Gays –

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Praised by a drunkard,

Just when my craving for respect,
From Oprah, Obama or

The Queen,

Seemed to be all the appreciation I needed,

Walked in,
Demanding demurely, hand

Held out, just
Two sticks.

Her praise almost made me cry –

she was so dignified
tight dress not too
tight, just so –

Fabulous shades she says, glasses I reply.

Everybody needs words of encouragement sometime,
And she wrangles,

A full pack of cigarettes from me,
Between my shopping list, a burgundy coloured,

Brandy glass and,

An Orange Juice,
Placed just so;

Always good practise to keep a spare,
Packet of cigarettes in the car.

I am still laughing.

Photo: face2face Africa

-evocative short poetry-

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We cavort wildly with language


The fish comes steaming, and
English is not the only language making sense.

Here politics comes with dark green Kale spewing flavor,
Kenyans having lunch on the Boulevard,

Lakeshore strip, Victoria;

Commitment is the idea that momentum cannot disrupt motion, that
Committed, one moves forward,

Becoming better,

Choosing beyond the sound
Of Visiting Americans,

Prodigal sons,

Providing proof of the pudding, cavorting

With language, the idea that language is not owned, it is spoken –

Shot beyond the target,

Marriage for instance, cannot not be left with just men and women,

It must not be left to white opinion,
It is,

A new democratic notion, an
African one.

In time.

-evocative short poetry-

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