Have been writing ever since I discovered the fascination of words. Most of what I write falls into the poetry genre - perhaps mostly in humorous vein. I love satire but have to tame my spirit or I'd get shot, banished to a strange island or maybe even be scowled at. more »
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Margaret Kollmer Poems
And Jesus Wept
'Lord, if You had been here, ' Mary Magdalen cried. 'Lord, if You had been here Lazaraus would not have died.'
A Crabby Old Woman!
What do you see, kids, what do you see? Are you thinking when you are looking at me... A crabby old woman, not very wise Uncertain of habit with faraway eyes.
Limericks of South African Towns and Pla...
To start with: A limerick writer's a fighter His rhymes must be tauter and tighter
Mary Had a Little Lamb - Silly Verse!
Mary had a little lamb She chopped it into pieces Then changed the famous Mary rhyme: ‘I don’t know where yer fleece is.’
Foreign Phrases Made Better
Originally, started by a New York magazine, here’s some fun with well known foreign words and phrases. By changing just a single letter you arrive at a totally different, and amusing, definition of a new phrase. Non compos mantis (Daft insect) Harlez-vous Francais? – Can you drive a French motorcycle?
Je t'aime by Paul Eluard
I have used this poem for many years as an ongoing French lesson. Little by little I have learned to understand it and one day I hope to translate it thoroughly! It is so beautiful. Je t’aime pour toutes les femmes que je n’ai pas connues
Came Winter Sadly
Exultantly last summer you yodelled my name - warm, warm was the sun.
Butterfly friend, how well do I know you How long will you stay is the question I ask Butterfly friend how well do you know me How long will you love me
My Little Feet (for my little granddaugh...
Someday soon, MY little feet will leave my Mummy's tum And someday soon, I will see: my tiny little bum. In baby-grows, my little feet, just as Mummy knows Will be warm in a cosy, cuddly place for wiggling brand-new toes.
A New Democratic South Africa 1994
Blood intermingled with soil and sea Now the common bond of unity Triumph over sadness Courage makes us strong
At the Start of the War in Iraq
Now Idi Amin was Big Daddy And Saddam Hussein Bagh Daddy Both Daddies are baddies But another bad laddie
A Midsummer Night's Scream
A Lawn Bowler's Nightmare I sank back into the soft puffiness of my pillows and luxuriated in the warmth of my electric blanket, one eye half watching something rather steamy on cable TV and the other battling with yet another tiresome episode of what is commonly known to the over-fifities as 'eyelid droop.' I was barely concentrating on what was going on. It'd been a hard day, what with a grief encounter with the taxman and another of a similar kind, in the afternoon, with Denis, my bowls coach of a mere two weeks.
All Shades of Brown
Howdy, Ma, you said the day ou came back from the Border... but it wasn't the dull
I didn't have much in my basket Some veg. some bread, a magazine It was bucketing outside and my feet were damp and cold.
Comments about Margaret Kollmer
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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And Jesus Wept
'Lord, if You had been here, '
Mary Magdalen cried.
'Lord, if You had been here
Lazaraus would not have died.'
She knelt before Him in the dust
She kissed the Master's feet
She washed them in her falling tears
There - kneeling in the street.
She took Christ then, to Lazarus' tomb
In grave-clothes there he slept.
'See how He loves hij, ' said the Jews
As, sorrowing, Jesus wept.
Across His cheeks down through his beard
The shining teardrops wound
Then one by one fell from His chin
Like shards upon the ground.
Jesus called - Lo, ...