Margaret Kollmer Poems

Breathing deeply
the night hours pass
until snug in the ageing palm
of dawn
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A limerick writer's a fighter
His rhymes must be tauter and tighter
His overworked muse
Cannot be obtuse
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You OUGHT to ask Mister Cliff Stoffees…the original conjuring jock!

The greatest of DeeJays
have something to learn
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Woman! How tall and strong you walk;
A far cry from the images once trod
Of wishy-washy girls
Their hair done up in curls
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This was an entry in a competition for a Cadac braai (barbecue) which Les, my late husband, and me worked on together...entering the final product in his name............

'Funny how much Marg (my wife) and Cadac have in common. They're both fast and efficient, easy to use, portable, well designed and long lasting! However, Marg I've got - a Cadac I've not.
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A somewhat squinty look at current affairs just prior to the Iraqi War:

Hans Blix und Boomps-a-Daisy
Bush fires are out of control…
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We had a little family tree
It's bark was black with age
So many folk have sat beneath
it's gnarles at every stage.
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The Stores are now on Facebook

Read how prices billow:
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I love to watch my pigeon

I call him Mister Bird
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What is this world so full of hair
It can be seen just everywhere
Growing out of noses
And other places too….
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