God and Creation

There is no God, they say
It is all in your brain
Self awareness, mind play
Religion a muscle strain

I can not understand
Why human evolution
explaining a certain gland
Has to contradict religion

Religion has set the tone
A long time ago
Is the structure, the bone
Of what happened , I know

The evolution of evolution
Is gradually confirming
Without contradiction
is religion reaffirming

Genesis is correct
Its sequence verified
By the latest tech sect
of evolution clarified

How could Moses have foreseen
the creation event sequence
in a desert of sand and stone glean
What is now evolution credence?

Surely by God he was told
As the Bible is reporting
In the midst of fire cold
What evolution is now supporting

Even death in itself
Is an evolution manifest
Kills the previous version
So that the new one can infest

Evolution is a computer like access
Has some coding, parameters, input
With a common biologic process
all living things the varied output

Let me put it in IT terms
The ones I am comfortable with
Not relying in worms and sperms
To explain the alleged myth

DNA is the software introduced
RNA the input parameter
It explains all the output produced
But not the Programmer

Julius

Julius is in everybody’s mouths
No sane reason, I say, stupid tantrums.
The Press made him, rotting trouts
ignore his verbal intestinal dumps

It is said that no bad publicity is reared
All attention, good or bad is welcome
If you want to be known or feared
Just ensure they heard your venom

Remember, if a million think as he plays
There are another forty nine who don’t
I am surprised he can recall what he says
He just blurbs what keeps him in papers front

If we all ignore him
His speeches bigotic
He will become slim
By all seen as idiotic

Out of sight
Out of mind
Not even a serious plight
just a piece of pork’s rind

to act on the Roman trends
for a political Brutus close to his terminal
every voter pray closed hands
let him be very ex tender preneurial

Two arts together

What about the thought
Of adding verses to my art
two for one, retail plot
Which the better part?

Imagine a large canvas
Of my preferred drawing
Filled with good stanzas
Acclaimed, maybe boring

Which should I create first?
The poems or the paint idea
And paint what is versed
Or verse the painted mania

My sentiment by now
Could be a lazy trick
Say I paint a blue cow
eulogy the cow’s tick

Finding a Subject

I must select a subject
To verse all about
Not serious, I elect
will rave, jump, shout

Work, motherhood
Life and work ethics
Play, brotherhood
Of Families pathetics

Babies, girlfriends
Boyfriends, courtship
Of ambition my friends
top clubs membership

trips to far places
insects, bugs, mosquitos
fancy hotels, high places
Mexican best burritos

Beautiful people, stars
Rowdy neighbours
powerful, elegant cars
full of wealthy labours

deserted islands
coconuts and sands
sires of highlands
the latest pop bands

of these I will be versed
with some Muse’s help
an ode will be rehearsed
and a sonnet I will yelp

So wait, great readers
for my stanzas galore
Of this art breeders
will sentiments bore

What happened to the prose
That for decades I supported
To poetry gave the up nose
rhyming I never courted

Why this change of heart
This sudden affliction
It’s an addition to my art
an welcome contradiction

Getting Serious

I do not want to write about
the ills that hurt our soul
Instead, about happiness shout
See the good times roll

Sadness, pain, heartache
Sickness, regret, jealousy
Separation, tears, heartbreak
Loneliness, guilt, all hopelessly

Rather fun, enthusiasm, hope,
Glee, laugh, love, smiles
Of togetherness I am the Pope
Health, friendship, no trials

I am nearly seventy
my spirit in its youth
that is the best therapy
the old age to soothe

Its difficult to act my age
to behave like a grown up
life is theater, I am on stage
this image just made up

Nice to think laterally
see what others miss
your ideas put logically
so great, it’s a bliss

I have no time to waste
in regrets and guilt trips
for that I have no taste
no cry to pass my lips

Concentrate on the future
The things you can achieve
Looking back a blooper
own life you should weave

I know that God made us
And God will takes us too
But keep for later the stress
That old age can brew

Until then live life
As if it would last forever
Give sorrow the knife
Forget tomorrow, whatever

Of that I have no doubt
We are all living animals
We may not have a snout
Share the same principals

Your senses work well
When not disturbed by pain
God help if you‘re unwell
Your mind works in vain

Our physical part is dominant
Doesn’t matter what the mind plays
Your body is preeminent
Irrelevant what the brain says

So take care of the body
Compensate it’s growing flaws
Don’t act in ways shoddy
De-accelerate the age laws

Glasses ever stronger
Hearing aids galore
Fine print read no longer
Listen well a constant war

Take this for the heart
That is for my spine
Walk, jump, start
A cane of good pine

the body will be supported
By all these pills, actions
the brain is to be sorted
fill it with abstractions

games, chess, puzzles
study, problem solving
make it work till it guzzles
hard questions resolving

Add the experience
That a lifetime brings
And you have abundance
Of life, mellow springs

Then you will be alive, my friend
Free from all restriction
To a new level you’ll ascend
Without much affliction

Family Love

My granddaughters I love dearly
My grandsons not less I love
inside my heart they live sincerely
they are of peace a white dove

My Children are my life
they have grown so quickly
Never a moment of strife
our picture of love thickly

My wife of so many years
is a God blessing in my life
my old age she cheers
I couldn't ask a better wife

Actually God I must thank
for all the blessing I've been given
rich of everything, a bank
couldn't dream of a better livin'

Three day trip LIsbon to Jhb

I am back, I am back
I'm feeling spaced out
slimmer, not a sack
I am puking as a spout

I will feel better, normal
three days to get here
in ways not all formal
I wish I had been a seer

first the car they dishonour
then take without receipt
without notice on the hour
the broken mirror, deceit

then the flight is no more
and was for tomorrow
can't get back to the boer
doesn't help to feel sorrow

Boarding house, hotel?
taximeter is metering
anything even brothel
I need place of sleeping

time passing, sleeping
plastic food in between
what time are we leaving
from this plastic canteen?

no taxi, we're late
we may lose the plane
luggage have to freight
a pre-seat we must obtain

nice flight, a bit bumpy
seat right at the back
of a metal tube dumpy
let's try and hit the sac

pill doesn't work
teeth lost in transit
a confusing cirque
cover me with a blanket

maputo airport, confusion
visas, luggage, boarding passes
requested bribes in profusion
such nice friendly lasses

joburg at last, no problems
we arrived right on time
luggage where it should be
there, of the family the prime

disoriented, blame the pill
I am puking, no end
or it could be the chill
to business I must attend

five days have passed
since sao teotonio I have left
after a long trip aghast
I am normal, I was bereft

Now a problem has arisen
what airline to take next
or should I a jet imprison
and fly as the Kings expect