My poems are straightforward, soul to soul poems which tend to be appreciated by many. My target audience is the 16 year old and above, any part of the world.
I hope that all who visit this site will enjoy reading my poems.
I have recently published a book of poems called "Delightful Moments". Please check http://annnedd2.blogspot.com for information about it.
Little Darling
She was an older woman
And he was her little darling
He made her feel so good
She wanted to be with him
as much as she could
as much as she could
He was full of charm
She would hug his arm
She felt that she had found the answer
In her sweet younger partner
But soon he began to borrow money from her
To pay for this, that and the other
First he needed a loan to pay his rent
He was expecting a cheque and would
repay every cent
Next he wanted another loan
This time it was to pay for his ‘phone
Then she learnt of his other lady on
the other side of
town
Whom he was treating in the same fashion
She told him to go away
The loans he must repay
In court he said the money was a gift
The judge declared “Judgement for the plaintiff”
© Ann Althea Nedd
27/4/2012
I cannot dance
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and break away
But when I remember Daniel Guerra
I have to sit and ponder
Little Daniel lived with his grandmother
He was sent to the village parlour
From there he went missing
His body was later found in a river floating
Guerra was last seen getting into a silver coloured
car
How he met his death is still very unclear
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and breakaway
But when I see the young gansters
I have to sit and ponder
This is such a burning shame
But, are we as mothers to be blamed
Or is the school system failing the children
Is it failing to inspire them
Or is it simply our jam and wine society
Where everything is a joke for everybody
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and break away
But when I check the statistics on crime
I cannot dance at any time
Government and Opposition pass the blame
They seem to be playing a game
We have a new foreign Police Commisisioner
But still he does not have the answer
I want to dingolay and prance
But I just cannot dance.
I want to prance and break away
But when I remember Daniel Guerra
I have to sit and ponder
Little Daniel lived with his grandmother
He was sent to the village parlour
From there he went missing
His body was later found in a river floating
Guerra was last seen getting into a silver coloured
car
How he met his death is still very unclear
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and breakaway
But when I see the young gansters
I have to sit and ponder
This is such a burning shame
But, are we as mothers to be blamed
Or is the school system failing the children
Is it failing to inspire them
Or is it simply our jam and wine society
Where everything is a joke for everybody
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and break away
But when I check the statistics on crime
I cannot dance at any time
Government and Opposition pass the blame
They seem to be playing a game
We have a new foreign Police Commisisioner
But still he does not have the answer
I want to dingolay and prance
But I just cannot dance.
Hey Girl
Hey Girl,
You are all alone and feeling blue
Your love has left you
But you never treated him right
You were always picking a fight
You wanted him to buy you fancy clothes
And all the latest shoes
When he lost his job you showed no concern
You were never available when he phoned
When he was hospitalised recently
You visited one day, and only briefly
His new friend was compassionate and understanding
And attended to his needs without complaining
She filled that gap that you left open wide
She did not even force her way inside
She simply did what you did not do
Now, he no longer needs you
You have proven to be very superficial
His new love is more total
Move on girl, your heart is cold
Check elsewhere, go dig your gold
You are nothing but a gold digger
Nothing but a dirty, selfish gold digger
You are all alone and feeling blue
Your love has left you
But you never treated him right
You were always picking a fight
You wanted him to buy you fancy clothes
And all the latest shoes
When he lost his job you showed no concern
You were never available when he phoned
When he was hospitalised recently
You visited one day, and only briefly
His new friend was compassionate and understanding
And attended to his needs without complaining
She filled that gap that you left open wide
She did not even force her way inside
She simply did what you did not do
Now, he no longer needs you
You have proven to be very superficial
His new love is more total
Move on girl, your heart is cold
Check elsewhere, go dig your gold
You are nothing but a gold digger
Nothing but a dirty, selfish gold digger
Hey Dude
Hey Dude,
You are treating that girl so rude
During the week you text her every day
All you want to do is play
You date her on a Tuesday
Bring flowers, but for the meal she has to pay
On Friday your phone becomes unavailable
She spends her weekend watching cable
On Monday you reappear suddenly
With sweet promises you court her warmly
You play this game over and over
You are only a dirty player
May be you have a girl for every day of the week
She is only one of the pleasure givers you seek
Stop wasting her time
Stop hurting this friend of mine
It is a shame that you only care about you
All your words are so untrue
Move on boy, you are just a player
Nothing but a dirty, lying player
You are treating that girl so rude
During the week you text her every day
All you want to do is play
You date her on a Tuesday
Bring flowers, but for the meal she has to pay
On Friday your phone becomes unavailable
She spends her weekend watching cable
On Monday you reappear suddenly
With sweet promises you court her warmly
You play this game over and over
You are only a dirty player
May be you have a girl for every day of the week
She is only one of the pleasure givers you seek
Stop wasting her time
Stop hurting this friend of mine
It is a shame that you only care about you
All your words are so untrue
Move on boy, you are just a player
Nothing but a dirty, lying player
ON THE PLATEAU LOVE
Some persons only show care
At the beginning of a new love affair
As soon as this affair becomes old
They become distant and cold
But when we develop a love relationship
And we become a strong partnership
We can refer to the above
As being on the plateau of love
The plateau of love need not be boring
Partners must make it interesting
Partner are individuals too
And can retain individuality in what they do
On the plateau of love there is sometimes disagreement
But this can be handled because of love and commitment
Each partner may perceive a situation differently
Because of differences in culture and personality
Partners should spare time to bother
To continuously learn more about each other
By developing such an interest
They can make their partnership a success.
As partners grow old together
They should continue to love each other
At the end of their lives together
They should be dancing on the plateau of love
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