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a woman's work is ever ongoing
she cooks, washes and does all hubby's mowing
the list of her daily duties quite long
she's never free from these demanding tasks
her days are as full as the fullest flasks
at no time is the housewife taking spells
every minute rings in requesting bells
few assist they're off singing an easy song
whereas the underpaid maid grinds tough stone
her hands worn down to barest possible bone
women carry tons of bricks a real heavy freight
not for one second will they idle or laze
they're running around in the busiest haze
by week's end they do feel a loading's weight
 May 2017 Paul Butters
ryn
Explorer
 May 2017 Paul Butters
ryn
lush cornucopia of greens
and overlapping canopies.
rays filtered through
somewhat a broken lens.

an arbour found
which carelessly took root.
calling out,
inviting,
offering sanctuary
from the shrill calls
of the turbulent outside.

a harbour
to which my heart
had taken to.
and had intended to stay.

but such is the nature
of man.

     no other man's peace
          can be left unruffled.
     no other man's cocoon
          can be left unravelled.
     no other man's haven
          can be left uninvaded.
     and no other man's trove
          can be left unraided.


like before I'll have to go.
and just like man's exploratory nature,
I leave seeking another
unfound recluse.
inadvertently,
paving the way for more to come.
Oh moon,
I wish I could see your other side too....
I can't judge you by just one sided love....
Still I adore you & love you

Because of your selflessness
You gave all effulgence & luster to me....
Already gifted you by your sun.....

Because  with all your flaws
you are still beautiful
You are confident
& proud of who you are
Accepting all blemish marks
Being your own self...

Because you are power Holder
Of huge ocean....
Bluish earth is churning & swirling
By your gravity....

Because you are an inspiration
Of Nocturnal rhymester,
sonneteers & poets...
Biggest diamond in their soul...

Oh moon,
I wish I could see your other side too....
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Joaniep
You may not like my poetry
You may not like the rhyme

It does not need to suit you
To me its not a crime

To me it’s something that  I do
To while away the hours.

I do not write it just for you
It isn’t for your flowers

So if you do not like my taste
Please kindly pass me by

and go with speed and all your haste
and do not spend your  time

For time is very precious
and yours is not to waste
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Joaniep
They are brave young men, those, who have gone off to war,
“They’ll all be back soon, ” on the posters they saw.
But they aren’t back so soon, and they’ve fought and the’ve fought,
And some feel they’ve fought for a cause that was nought.

Years have passed by but the battles wear on,
And the news comes back home that more young men are gone.
Never to come home to the land of their birth,
As the fall to their deaths on some strange foreign earth.

As the wars carry on in some guise or another,
We are told of a death, and its somebodies brother.
Its some bodies son, or its somebodies dad,
And we all feel the same, this is all so so sad.

But where will it end, When will it stop?
When can solutions be found at the top.
When can world leaders, see some common sense,
And stay out of these wars, just sit on the fence.

We cannot allow for our men to keep dying,
For people abroad who continue defying.
They don’t want our help, they don’t share our views,
The death of our soldiers doesn’t appear on their news.

We need to accept, that their lives are quite that,
Their traditions are based on historical fact,
To them we have no right to be interfering,
In those countries away where the heat is so searing.

So lets bring them home, all those boys far away,
In the countries out east holding evil at bay,
The powers that be need to find the world peace,
But by talking together & making wars cease.
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Joaniep
I may not be the greatest,
The world has ever known,
I'm certainly not perfect,
I'll never be St Joan,
But in your hour of darkness
And if you feel the need,
I'll be right there beside you,
Upon my mighty steed.
I'll help you with your battles
and you I will defend
I'll always be there with you,
Until the bitter end.
 May 2017 Paul Butters
Joaniep
A little girl went missing
One dark but starry night,
We do not know what happened
Although, some think they might.
So many thoughts and theories
About what might have been
There is much fact and fiction,
The like you’ve never seen
It’s certainly a mystery
What happened to this child,
But one thing is for certain
The case must not be filed
It’s not about the parents
It’s not about the Police
It’s not about the rights or wrongs,
and where they had their teas.
It’s about a little person
A Grandchild, sister, niece,
And someone knows just where she is
You need to tell us , please.
Somebody knows the answers
They know its only right.!!
What happened to that little girl,
That dark and starry night ??
10 years since this little girl vanished in Portugal, Our press are concentrating on how the parents feel which is fair enough, but I just wanted to draw attention back to the true victim. My apologies if my words offend, it is only my opinion,
 May 2017 Paul Butters
chris
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 May 2017 Paul Butters
chris
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you’re not too sensitive.
you’re not overreacting.

if it hurts you,

it hurts you
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