Day: August 24, 2019

 The laws of the exuberant middle

There   must be shades of grey in human life
Or shades of blue that we see in the sky
Not I am right and you are wrong, not strife

If I’m  black does that mean you are white?
You may be  grey or beige, oh, laugh and cry
There   must be shades of grey in human life.

Not every man  is well loved by  a wife
Some are deft and some will never try
 I ‘m  both right and wrong,  there is no strife        

No woman loves all men, however lithe.
Our purpose  is  indeed a  need to pry
There   must be shades of grey in human life.

As in connubial bliss the lovers writhe
Others filled with hatred want to die
 I am right and you are wrong, that’s twice

I don’t  write a memoir, I ‘m dead shy
Yet I’m as bold as brass when all’s awry
There   must be   colours  softer than straight lines
Using fuzzy logic, let’s  not lie

 

 

 

 

Look at me and read me like a book

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I am a kettle made of stainless steel
I am a saint,  for tea  is brewed to heal
And , unlike kettles on an old  coal fire,
I am not dirty nor do I perspire.

My mirrored sides reflect you as you cook.
Look at me and read me like a book
I’m  full of love and hotter than a man
Oh, dear lady, love me while you can.

Superior mother,  yet inhuman  I;
Even electric kettles sometimes lie.
I shall never punish you, my dear
For perfect love like mine shall wield no fear.

All I ask is that you polish me.
For, in between your hands, I  yearn to be.