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Abel Jae Poem
AN UGLY VISITOR, CORONA VIRUS
We have an ugly visitor;
Corona Virus is his name.
He's prowling like a predator
With an aim to devour or maim.
He disregards every convention.
Schools, airlines,... he shuts down;
Doctors are in his line of elimination
As he locks down town after town!
Countries are wearied from burying people.
Caterpillars are full time grave diggers.
Coffins in a grave are multiple.
Little attention is paid to mourners!
He's the newsmaker of the year,
If there is still such a thing!
For indeed different times are here;
It's a new world of Corona's making!
He found people living in peace,
At least peace as we' had come to know it.
Being, as he is, a life changing disease,
He despoiled in a manner rabied!
"Everyone has to stay at home,
Then the virus will not travel!
No spectators for any sort of game
Or sitting at a bar with a liquor bottle!"
He cares little about national pride.
He looks down upon local wars
Or the special day of a bride!
He shuts down both bank and bourse!
Corona has eclipsed every concern:
Major issues are whitewashed!
How food for your children you will earn
Is rendered insignificant and quashed!
"Call the intelligent men of the land!
Let them cast their lots and tell
When this distress is going to end!
Bring all tools this curse to quell!"
It's been ten months and there's still no cure
Except the recommended hygiene methods.
Governments and institutions must procure
Personal protection and nutrition needs.
The world is hoping for a vaccine,...
Earnestly hoping for a miracle:
That the journey to a medicine
May indeed prove a shorter cycle!
Maybe Corona will make us one:
Oriental, Caucasian, African, all one race,
And all the living under the sun,
Might learn to have a little more grace!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2020
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I have toothpaste because I paid money.
I watch TV for the same reason.
And this money thing is far from funny:
Without it you are as in a prison!
I have polish that I also have bought.
Water, power,...are all obtained for cash!
All existence seems to be by man wrought
And, being such, subject to error crash!
Non creators have made life money based
Thus making themselves masters over all!
Without money life is badly debased.
The weaker one is squashed against the wall!
We are bequeathed a money tyranny;
I have tooth paste because I paid money!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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Abel Jae Poem
As you can see I am very big,...
One of the biggest forests in the world.
I belong to a major league
Of chief forests of the veld.
I pack, daily, tons of oxygen
Which I release to the atmosphere.
That gas, along with nitrogen,
Needs replenishment as part of air.
In here you can pick things to eat right away
But most of my gifts to the world
Are not visible day to day
Though by them life's pillars are held.
I have mentioned world oxygen.
There are also pulp and paper,
Many ingredients used in medicine
As well as your flora and fauna!
We are called the lungs of the planet,
And as such we should be respected;
But we are facing the worst challenge yet:
By men's schemes we're being decimated!
What is most loathsome of all
Is when men use us in their wars.
They detonate and fire their wherewithal
And leave bad memories and scars!
Go and warn your fellow men
That original features like us
Have been ever here since Eden
And tampering with us is dangerous!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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The pigs like to come with a trophy;
A trophy for how foolish you are!
Like these two that proudly defy
What I had set up as a bar!
I had used a wire to fasten a can
That was to serve as a water crepe.
However, the twosome devised a plan
And now display my trick as cheap!
Here's the trophy as I arrive today!
The loosed wire that had fastened
Is now haplessly dangling away
And the fellows look quite emboldened!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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Abel Jae Poem
I was working for this South African company,
For its Lesotho registered segment.
I wasn't of the long serving ones
But a relative new comer.
Here we were in this industry:
Sales for an insurance company.
I had something of a different style
To how things were generally done.
Small premiums with government stop order
Were highly valued and rated.
They had fewer chances of lapsing.
But I came with a different hand.
If you're going to work normally,
Not limiting your market,
You couldn't just focus on the civil service.
The policy of the company agreed with me.
My business was viewed sceptically.
I thought I'd leave the company!
All the courses we ever attended
Confirmed that I was on the right track.
The business world could also invest!
Of course, the risk of lapses was there
But that was a natural thing,
And it depended on the quality.
A prospect, a lady, wanted to invest
A really big single premium.
Armed with on the job selling skills
And sincerity and integrity,
I showed the superiority of my plan,
Compared with those from competitors.
The biggest challenge came from across
The border in South Africa,
From the bank where the money lay.
I had to be the field Marshall
Leading into battle my boss.
Not my immediate boss but his boss!
Never underestimate experience.
I saw it sparkle at crucial times
From my senior manager!
We clinched the deal, the lady signed.
The single premium left for Lesotho!
It was thitherto unknown.
It was history indelible!
I didn't verbalize about it with my boss.
I let it speak to him from the page,
Saying: "One and six zeros!"
Today the trophy sits in my cupboard!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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Abel Jae Poem
I CONTEST THE ELECTION RESULTS
I will contest the election results
Regardless of the fact that I have lost!
Yes, t'was a contest of adults
But I'll oppose it whatever the cost!
Half the nation have fled our land.
Men, women and children are in camps,
Eating from a Samaritan's hand,
But these are just bad road bumps!
My opponent is just another guy.
I can push him out of office!
The trajectory has gone awry
But I'm not known for cowardice!
The United Nations Refugee agency
Will see how the people survive.
This is an emergency!
They will keep the people alive!
They will see how to raise the money,
How to take the relief to the interior!
The problems of the fleeing masses are many
And a worry of the UN officer!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2018
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He chose to live a simple life,
So important was his mission!
Though around him corruption was rife
He never yielded to temptation!
He would cure a serious ailment
But think of no emolument!
He taught: "You must do unto others
As you would have them do unto you."
Today experts, critics, teachers
And scholars share a common view:
That this injunction is The Golden Rule,
The one potential world peace tool!
He died like a sheep before shearers,
Never becoming abusive or despondent.
When reached by his would be killers
He organised an escape for his adherents.
Then, alone, he faced the foes
And exposed himself to any intended blows!
He still inspires men even today.
His ways have become guidelines.
He taught the world how to pray,
Forgive and pursue godliness.
Myriads profess to be his disciples
And to live by his principles.
At two years invaded by King Herod.
From thirty pursued by the establishment
For saying that he had come from God.
He never yielded to resentment.
He could say: "The devil has no hold on me."
He's the integrity epitome!
Matthew 7:12; Isaiah 53:7; 1Peter 2:21; John 18: 8; Matthew 6:9,10; 5:14-16; 2:16; 26:3,4; 26:63-65; John14:30; Matthew 5:23,24
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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Poetry Soup:
Organizers of the world's poets,
Empowering even fledgeling ones
To hail from a gigantic stage;
Rearers of a natural product and
Yielders of contentment for the heart!
Shine Poetrysoup, shine!
Our mouths you have unsealed.
Ultimately the craft can never die:
Poetrysoup's aiding that!
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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Abel Jae Poem
"The sounds of Earth Is the Music of my Soul"
Earth Seeks to Entertain
No sound pleases me like falling rain.
When it drums on my roof
It banishes my every pain.
Its little drops both cheer and sooth.
When it hisses majestically out there
And I'm keeping warm indoors
It makes me want to show I care
And I thank the heavens, its source.
Thunder also talks to me
Whether it growls, rumbles or cracks.
Of greatness an epitome
Alone such awesome power packs!
Waterfalls are no less wondrous,
Especially when they are multiple.
Their clamour is continuous,
Playing for us a natural fiddle.
Out in the veld when I hear a croak
From the husky throat of a crow
It dresses my soul like a cloak
And I think: "What a show!"
There's a myriad of healthful sounds
That Earth seeks to entertain with.
The list of these knows no bounds:
Sounds of Earth that scare or sooth!
Date written: 8/20,2022
Contest: Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse be Inspired
- R Form Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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The tribulation of women under men
Had a start and will have an end,
Says the millennia old book of books.
It will end by divine intervention!
The book tells of a blessed start of man,
Living in an earthly paradise,
Living unclad like the other creatures,
The cows, the whales, insects and all.
Their maker made them a seminal pair
That would gradually fill the Earth,
Enveloped in harmony
And marital bliss for all couples.
The book says that God loves freedom,...
That he calls transgressors to account,...
That all his children have a duty to obey
And if they err to bear the consequences.
Eve and Adam went astray
Because they were intoxicated by freedom.
They ate food to vomiting point,
After being misled by an older brother.
The book says that God made no bones about
A new trajectory for the woman:
"The man is going to dominate you."
Genesis chapter three verse sixteen.
As in heaven also upon Earth
God has some disobedient children,
Fleshly and spirit, who must account
And none of them can escape his justice.
Meantime "Your man will dominate you"
Still holds, and our older brothers
Are causing women a lot of suffering,
Added to women's own misalignment.
What's the hope for women now?
Genesis three verse fifteen says
The older brother will be bruised in the head,
Not by God but by his agent.
That agent would've demonstrated
To younger ones of the family
How to show deference to the father.
Women who follow that one are blessed.
This then is the divine intervention
That will end gender based violence
Permanently on all the planet -
A feat men only pay lip service to! one
Copyright © Abel Jae | Year Posted 2022
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