It All Depends

POETRY JAM

http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com.au/

the subject is LOVE

IT ALL DEPENDS

(I LOVE writing Acrostics!)

Love is such a varied passion

On and off and high and low,

Vying with all other feelings

Evincing yes or sometimes no.

Liking masquerades as loving.

Often we make the mistake....

Vowing that we love some foodstuff,

Even a humble piece of cake.

Lust pretends to be the real thing.

Oh the tricks it gets up to!

Vows are made that mean just nothing,

Eagerly, when lovers woo.

Loyalty can feel like loving.

Often habit feels like love.

Very often mere affection

Exhibits what  were speaking of.

Love is real, there is no doubting,

Only it is rather rare.

Viewing it as everyday stuff

Ends up cheapening those who care.

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THE NERD AND THE HERD

I expect you all have heard........

'Who would want to be a Nerd?

See his glasses and his ears;

Look how silly he appears!

He always gets his homework done,

(Sometimes he's the only one!)

He isn't any good at sport;

The cricket ball remains uncaught!

The girls despise him! He's so limp!

What a boring, goody-goody wimp!'

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But wait! The years have now rolled by.

That nerd who was so low, is high,

With a job that pays good money!

Now he doesn't look so funny.

Ears pinned back and vision righted,

Does he care that he was slighted?

Pricey clothes and a bank account

Holding cash, a large amount.....

Models hanging on his arm

Saying he has looks and charm!

He has risen above the herd.

Sometimes it pays to be a Nerd.

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Love-Hate

POETRY JAM
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com.au/
asks us to consider something we both love and hate.

LOVE-HATE

This one's easy! I love and hate modern technology!

I love the fact that we're all together in one society.

I love the fact that the world has shrunk into a little village,

Even though there are still remains of tribalism and pillage.

I love my old-fashioned computer and the way my typing mistakes

Are very quickly obliterated, in just a couple of shakes!

I love keeping in-touch with relations who, otherwise, would disappear

Except for the standard Christmas letter sent dutifully each year.

I love to delve into Google whenever I need advice
And I love looking for hotel rooms and instantly knowing the price!
But most of all I love the fact that all my little rhymes
Now have an instant readership, not, as in long-past times,
When they languished on scraps of paper read by only me
And were utterly ignored by all, even my family!
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But I hate that foreign voice I hear and I hate pressing Button One
When I phone for personal treatment and find that there is none.
And I hate the fact that tricksters are lurking in cyberspace
Ready to steal my details, with motives that are base.
And I hate the fact that riots can be organised on the phone;
Facebook advertises sprees, though it doesn't throw a stone.
And I hate the fact that I'm ignorant when it comes to understanding
The ins and outs of computing; the whole thing's too demanding.
I'm left feeling washed-up on life's shore because my generation
Was born too early for it all and it's all a complication.
I hate the fact that children, now, enjoy a virtual game
Instead of climbing real-life trees; I think that's a shame.
It's Ying and Yang, it's yes and no, I'm ambivalent to the core
And, if I live much longer, I'll feel love/hate even more!
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                           Beach

MOTHER, MAY I....?

'Mother, may I....?' antique words,

One could say they're for the birds.

Nowadays a little child

Is rarely quite so meek and mild.

'I'm gonna!' are the words we hear,

Loudly shouted in a parent's ear!

But days of old were not so fine,

When children had to toe the line.

Fatherly love was rather frigid;

Rules were set in stone and rigid.

The happy medium is the best,

But how many parents pass the test?

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