Margaret Kollmer

Margaret Kollmer Poems

'Lord, if You had been here, '
Mary Magdalen cried.
'Lord, if You had been here
Lazaraus would not have died.'
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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.
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Angel of God, my guardian dear
To whom God's love commits me here
Ever this day be at my side
To light and guard, to rule and guide. Amen
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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
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Exultantly last summer
you yodelled my name -
warm, warm was the sun.
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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.
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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?
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To start with:

A limerick writer's a fighter
His rhymes must be tauter and tighter
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I loved the quirkiness of this delightful book; a thoroughly entertaining tale of a young boy whose life becomes a dream - or whose dream becomes his life.

The first half of the book is devoted to some very original perceptions and personal philosophies as he mellows his way through the golden days of youth until the second half where suddenly he has to grow up in a hurry when he finds himself bobbing about on a lifeboat in the Atlantic ocean with a bengal tiger on board!
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Blood intermingled with soil and sea
Now the common bond of unity
Triumph over sadness
Courage makes us strong
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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
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Now Idi Amin was Big Daddy
And Saddam Hussein Bagh Daddy
Both Daddies are baddies
But another bad laddie
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Howdy, Ma, you said
the day ou came back
from the Border...
but it wasn't the dull
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A poem by my grandson, Gregory on a tortuous crossing of Van Zyl's Pass in Namibia by his father and brother in a 4 x 4 called Ntwa Dumela. Greg says his Dad's name, too, should have been Ntwa Dumela as he, too, is a lion who greets with fire! (I can vouch for that!)

Once there was a Landy
Which came in rather handy
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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.
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It eats soccer. It breathes soccer. It lives soccer. It fades when it's team fades and it blooms when it's team blooms. It has the letters S.W. permanently etched upon it's brain and it probably even arranges it's Monopoly money in S.W. formations. What is it, you ask? It's a soccer fan. You knew that, didn't you? But it isn't just any soccer fan. It is specifically a Sheffield Wednesday soccer fan. Or addict, for want of a better word.

Yes, of course, even I know about Liverpool, Everton, Arsenal and Man. United fans. They're the normal, run-of-the-mill type but Owls supporters are really Something Else!
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Somewhere an eagle flies
soaring o'er the dappled skies of Africa
Somewhere a tortoise cries
ploughing through the vast disguise of Africa.
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Have you ever hung on a Judas tree?
You do that when you slander me.
You swing when cheat you do…and lie
And when your neighbours you deny.
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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.
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These are what are known as Tom Swifties.....

'It's YOUR turn to score the ham, ' Stella said cuttingly.
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Margaret Kollmer Biography

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.)

The Best Poem Of Margaret Kollmer

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, Lazarus lived!
Then many saw the Light
As thunder rolled and angels spoke
Christ walked into the night.

At dawnlight Mary went to where
Christ's tears had wet the street.
She found there growing in the dust
A vine - and ears of wheat!

by my friend Peggy. (Margaret Erin)

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