As a child, I laughed, as my hands nipped with cold
I played in the snow with no gloves,
I was bold!

As an adult, I pampered and painted my nails
If I broke one, I whimpered, I bothered  
I wailed.

As a teacher, I clean and I care and I feed
My hands they are broken, cracked
Sometimes bleed!

Our children are lost in a world of new rules
made up by an army, a gaggle,
Of fools!

They mask-up, obey, and they do what they're told
Too scared to rebel, to be free,
To be bold!

GG

Lilibet Lilibet
What’s in a name?
Doria Doria it’s just not the same
It’s too private and gracious
And won’t fan the flame!

If you’re starting a brand?
Then the tag line is crucial
But to trade on your Baby
Well, that’s downright Brutal!

Do they have no shame?
In this quest to stay ‘Private’
Yet **** out their spawn
While the, dignified,
Stay Quiet!

GG

Oh my…
My love, I saw the moon, and she revealed the truth
Of me, and you, and dreams so true
The lust, the lie, the loss!

When first I saw your handsome face
The sparkle in your eye
I loved you then
I love you now
But truth, it never lies!

You promised me the sun and stars
The sea, the tide, the sky
You took my soul
My heart
My life
But, in the end, love died!

My tongue gives so much pleasure with honey flavoured praise
She bears ripe fruit and drips with perfumed sap
If you merit her attention she’ll treat you with delight

Her touch is warm and tender
If she is cherished…

Right?

She’s tamed to speak with merit but there is no guarantee
She won’t spout bitter venom if you’ve wounded me

Men have tried to tame her with strength and brutal lust
They met with bitter poison

Killing lust forever…

Cursed!

Seedling planted in Meru, resistance to disease

Result in cherries ripe and sweet, grown in a Kenyan breeze.  

Support hardworking farmers, who toil and strive to live

Let’s lift the mist and misery, ethical coffee is not a gift!

The Narcissist

Attention is the oxygen that feeds this phobic mind
Abandonment is death to them, they'll not respond in kind
Ignore them at your peril, adore, or see their wrath
Their self is false and hollow, they’re only worth is death!

You’re adoration gives them life, dependent on approval
They’ll laugh at you but not themselves, their temperament is cruel
He’ll goad and taunt and torture you, he’ll take you to the brink
It’s me; I’m mad and paranoid, that’s what he’ll make you think.

But if you dare reject them, they try to rip you down
They cannot stand to be the ****, or lose their bogus crown
Their ego is but all they are and you supply the rest
They look to you for solvency, will **** you’re dying breath!

Get Rid!

Hello World!

Wee Molly is a lessie bean
She’s very bright and cheerful
When people hate and censure
It makes her sad and tearful!

‘Cause Molly, she loves everyone
Pure love to her is sacred
Her innocence protects her
From prejudice and hatred!


#mollydyke
GGx