Poems No.:1
YESTERDAY
I rest,
A deep breath,
A look to the sky above.
A bird lost in a treejungle,
The paths walked together
by us change little,
-not even after death.
The same cool wind,
The same lost bird,
The same empty room.
Something is bending my
back with sudden pain:
- Rememberance -
Barb
FREE
The red of the traffic light
cannot stop the butterfly's flight
nor our thoughts which soar
with clouds forevermore
holding passions in the sky
which we share,
as we dare
to fly.
barb
NIRVANA
This place is a fishmouth -
Toothless, gaping hole.
is there no house
to lend shelter from the cold?
Do fish have teeth?
Absurd - I do no want to freeze...
A fish on Icecubes
-Add a lemon's squeeze,
A gourmet's delight,
but not for cold feet!
barb
ROOTS
you said:
Be a tree -
And a tree I became.
You said:
Have respect -
And my leaves ceased dancing.
You said:
Be faithful
and the roots in my body waited.
Then you silenced suddenly -
But the tree still remains
With leaves motionless,
with roots patiently waiting.
Barb
HOURGLASS
Salvatore Dali's twisted hourglass of time
Runs its sand incessently, it won't go wrong.
Still the chickadees sing in the springtime
I'm a chickadee in desert, I don't belong.
This hourglass of Salvatore Dali's time
is like a spring daisy, full of pollen -
dancing with clouds in summer heat -
desert sand made my feet swollen
my face is mirroring crow's feet.
ME
The shadow, walking by my side
is not me and does not know me.
I am a pebble in this universe.
A pebble blown and torn by winds,
grains of hope and dreams of dust.
When I leave,
empty pages will remain.
A swallow - free,
Empty pages in a book
too heavy to move,
Letters without addresses
blown and torn by winds.
Leaves of a never-read book,
Empty and meaningless,
Leaves, dancing and dancing,
Dancing in the wind.
HUMANITY
a bird flew through dawn's mist,
a crow I imagined it to be.
charcoal wings beating,
beating through infinity,
beating, and still not strong
enough to carry the cross.
a bird of our world.
Black, ugly-croaking symbol
of humanity -
nevertheless a bird and not a
Fata Morgana of our thoughts.
FIELDS OF FIREWEED
walk with me
in fields of fireweed
let me be
in your heart the seed
this imprisoned fire
will break free
as we merge our desire
in a milky way cloud
my paradox squire
this day don't doubt.
Magnolia Dreams
Magnolias dance in twilight of a sullen moon
as the morning dwells on a desert dune.
feather clouds beckon in triumphant ecstacy
while sunbeams tweak nightsong's agony.
Eternity weeps a song with luscious sorrow
thus love shines into an unknown tomorrow.
Whispered words fiddling velvet ecstacy
reflecting light onto a mahogony violin tree.
Notes arising, flowing, then fading as they soar,
sighing, languid passions say nothing more.
barb
BOURGEOIS FAREWELL
vulcano, spitting mouth,
let us talk about civilization
and do not be annoyed with me.
Is love stimulating my relation
to the world, or is love a loss
in this century of our Nation?
Yesterday I killed a spider -
did it bother me at all?
There was no question as to why
I should destroy life which
seemed so useless to me anyhow.
Today I deem my
Actions to be an impulse,
preposterous reflexes without mind.
My mechanism commences to stall.
I am born to be an individualist.
Free despite regulations -
and free shall I live.
Vulcano, just like you,
I shan't be ashamed to
show my flames
when my body is burning.
barb
HTML BLUES TO THE HTML TEACHER (JENS)
Here's my ode to HTML -
hope I'll learn it well!
Self-Sufficiency asks my master -
this is more than I can muster!
Suppress the urge to curse and swear -
instead I'll HTML on a dare!
Oh, query after query -
my stomach's feeling eerie!
---Br-Br-Br-HREF: this is my fate,
fingers typing furiously love/hate.
Select a proper font size -
I never was this wise!
Pretty pictures in a gif and jpeg file,
I'm compelled to stay a little while.
- FFFFFF- I found the colour White!
- 000000 - Black is banned into the night.
- Title goes here -
I tread in waters that I fear!
HTML line after line,
I wonder, am I doing fine?
I am posessed with HTML rage,
Proficiency I ask before I'm 100 years of age!
To my master I bow my head in gratitude -
I am totally obsessed with HTML attitude!
The whole world I am telling:
Proudly now I am HTM eLLING!
-barb
different poems on my German Poetry site:
* Poems I
* Poems II
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