Slow, Low-key

A slow, low-key war has been instigated by jihadist
Islam, Iran already fired its twelfth missile since the
Obama nuclear deal; the previous 3 generations of
American administrations supported Israeli enemies

Trump doesn’t follow standard PLO policy indicating
Israel is free to defeat its enemies: al-Qaida, Hamas,
ISIS, Hezbollah and Iran - threatening not only Israel
but the whole wide world, everyone, you & me also

Trump wants to win this war for America & Western
Freedom against Muslim Fundamentalism, Israel is
an important ally & the PLO is right to be hysterical,
this is the exciting state of affairs in February 2017!

[PLO = Palestine Liberation Organization]

[8 February 2017]

Celestial Efficiency

Luckily Mother Abbess will never be without a job, to
keep this Postulant humble and on my knees begging
the Heavenly Father to take me away because I’m too
sinful and simple to live, to do all this, the saintly Mother
Abbess changes every piece of work I submit

If I use her previous version or that of Bitter Little Miss
Lemon, she changes it to a different version; if I use her
different version she changes it to her previous version,
the same with Sister Strangelove, when I relate literally
she changes the text into idiomatic lines and when I use

The right idioms, she changes it to literal translation, now
standing here realising how very SWEET and BRILLIANT
the sisters in our little convent, my heart dissolves and
grows tender at the thought of how hard they work and
compete to keep my soul from perdition and my mind

From sinful pride, my body from normal health through
worry about what I’ll do wrong next, how they sacrifice
their time to think up tests to keep me in a steady state
of confession; these sisters so elevated, so far above
my humble state, I can only stare and admire

Their celestial efficiency, their halos blazing forth in a
golden light of loving guidance for this little Candide,
this lowly Postulant forever to believe this is the best
possible world there is….

Laughs At Me

A small figure, a Pixie hairstyle, a bigger smile than
when embittered at work, shrunken but happy with
her kind brother Ockert explaining nobody dies, we
are consciousness encased in bodies temporarily,
when the body has been worn out we shall cast it
away to continue existence in non-physical spheres

Alet is delighted to hear this and her mood is positive,
no more chemo for now though there is the threat of
toxic cells in the lungs – the darn oncologists would
probably give her more poison until she wheezes &
the overeager surgeons would cut off her legs and
arms to keep possible cancer at bay - and maybe

Cut off her nose and cheekbones also - as long as
she lives, maybe remove her stomach, liver & spleen;
they’re all unnecessary as long as the heart beats &
she breathes, even if only with the help of an oxygen
tube; at least she is kept pain-free and laughs at me…

Feel Safe

There are seventeen cross streets to pass on my way
to Alet, the only colleague who reads my poetry; not
to lose courage and turn too soon or too late, I shall
memorise the last 7 street names: Fred Nicholson -
where Mother grew up; Hertzog, the long ago South
African President; Louis Trichardt, the Dutch Settler
who led an ox-wagon group to a new life - far from
the regime in the Cape; Meyer, an old school friend,
Naudé, surname of Wena Naudé, an actress in the
Seventies who visited our school

Then De Beer, I have no reference for it BUT it’s the
final one in which to turn right into Eleventh Street &
turn left - there I’ll find my colleague; suddenly Sister
Self-Righteous strikes and takes the paper from me:
‘You don’t need all this, it’s too confusing, just follow
my lead – into Steve Biko, keep in the second lane
from the right, where the road splits turn right & there
you are, as easy as THAT - ignoring my explanations
that street names make me feel safe as I lost my way
without street names to guide my car

I drove past the café where my colleagues gathered
& ended up in a shopping centre parking garage from
which I couldn’t escape - without street names I feel
bewildered; quietly this postulant dug up the paper &
repeated the street names ignoring the brilliant advice
Sister Self-Righteous gave trying to take over my life,
yet THIS postulant still goes her own way…

Not Too Late

With the audacity of superiority Sister Strangelove
decreed the client is wrong to be in a hurry for the
Fall Armyworm and I agree, my friend Wormwood
of CS-Lewis fame surely knows it with devilish glee
and it’s too late to fix it, the Fall Armyworm is come
to the southern part of Africa to add to the fun of
subsisting in a strange land, postulant-me quickly
finished the text with a wide grin as Fall Armyworm

Falls so nice on the tongue, the possible presence
of the Fall Armyworm is a source of great anxiety
to the client, but DAFF is daft to think that Sister
Strange-Love will put herself out for such a simple
task when she’s involved in really important things
like the Third World War as a Doomsday Prepper
expecting the Armageddon of the Planet Niburu’s
appearance or the Final Solution for Africa’s woes

Chasing the White Tribe and getting on with eating
and selling the continent to the highest bidder in
China or Russia then siding with Robert Mugabe
sitting in a Zimbabwean ruin of a perfectly dead
economy - writing official songs about destruction
wrought by the white tribe to the sad effect that the
Indigenous People cannot fix anything & must sell
mineral deposits on the Ruling’s Class’ behalf only

And now a French Import Permit for Cameroon –
maybe it’s not too late for Africa to bloom…

Saintly Sisters

It’s amazing that the Killer Sisters Self-Righteous
and Strange-Love know they are Infallible and
possess Ineffable Information that can never be
accessed by little Postulants like me, they can
even tell me HOW my eyes perceive regardless
of my own experience, they contradict everything
I claim because they know best, I’m just a happy-
go-lucky Candide who can only regard these two
Prodigies with admiration as all arcane, esoteric
&mystic knowledge is at their fingertips and their

Hard-working hands and clear minds know of no
obstacle they can’t overcome, to be near them
is to experience Magnetic Rays of Supernatural
Ability and all that’s left is to genuflect and fall
on one’s stomach as subjects did in the Musical
The King of Siam and - I let down my guard and
our Chief saw my glasses fastened with Prestik
to my nose, he appealed to the Occult Sisters
to confirm that I looked like a clown and they,
blessed be their saintly presence, kindly smiled

And condescended to explain to little me that it’s
impossible for my sight to improve by pushing
my reading glasses higher up on my nose and
keep it there with Prestik, my explanation of
the effect of Lasik-treatment firmly rejected as
the ravings of a lunatic and after their kindness
in explaining my idiot theory away, turned back
to their desks in a great show of industriousness,
suitably impressed I turned back also - secretly
adjusting glasses again since the magnificence

Of their magnanimous beneficence failed to
change my eyesight, I do not blame them for
my failing to comply with their diagnosis of
reality, a foolish clown like me is just a little
postulant who knows nothing, a Candide who
can’t satisfy the Saintly Sisters of our Sanctuary


[Tuesday 2 February 2017

The Saintly Killer Sisters told ME what’s going on with
my eyes, wiping every sensation and observation I have
and have made, from the table – they know best and always
will. Isn’t it great to be Candide admiring their
Ineffable Presence?]

Light Of Integrity

Muslim Extremists declared war on the West,
jihadists launch attacks in Europe & America,
suicide bombers enjoying themselves as they
will wake up in Paradise with their Virgins

Politicians fear the immigration ban will alert
Muslim Jihadists the US knows it’s involved
in an undercover war to defend the hard-won
democratic right to dignity & freedom

Politicians want to ignore the religious war fought
by Muslim groups hoping they will destroy them-
selves, or Israel might win the war against them,
then politicians can call Israel the villain

And destroy their Jewish saviours to ensure no-
one knows of their cowardice, claiming all know-
how discovered through Israel’s devotion to
Justice and Truth, for themselves

Politicians trample the common people and hate
Israel for their ideal of honouring ALL people ir-
respective of race & class, & destroy everything
based on Honour and Integrity, it’s an

Abomination to serve an invisible God who knows
the corruption in politicians who detest holiness;
defending their exploitation of humanity, by saying
THEY are blessed with Kingship

Israel’s defence of Love & Wisdom against cynical,
self-serving political ideals, means Israel is against
political injustice & Israel’s genius illuminates the
fraud perpetrated by greedy politicians

Who bury their guilt & destroy everything good,
the Muslim creed exterminates mankind’s best
qualities by suppressing ALL freedom – while
Israel elevates the Good of wisdom & loyalty

Politicians usurp the right to life & reject justice,
inveighing against wise and loving governance:
killing wise men who criticise their avarice, and
claim that America is not at war with anyone

Even though Muslim Jihadists declared war on
everyone, politicians can flee destruction un-
leashed while we little people cannot escape
the suicide bombs - WE are NOT at war

Politicians tweet from their Ivory Towers: Now a
message came from Trump Tower, let’s protect
the right of all people to be free from immoral
Jihadists driven by fanatics using religion to

Justify killings - driven by Muslim envy of the
bright light of integrity shining in Israel…