Tuesday, 15 December 2020

Clueless and vice versa

*

To understand that 

what you comprehend

as to truly see 

that what you look at

or to hear 

without listening

*

Like sensing 

without a smell

and feeling 

without a touch

*

And while you are seeing 

these written words 

you look at

*

Have you truly listened 

and sensed the words

these that I touched

*

and surmised or felt  

what I meant to say

*

Do you comprehend

the message

do you understand

the poetry

*

And do you think it matters

and do you think I care

*

You're clueless and know it's vice versa



© 2020-12-15


Monday, 7 December 2020

Tear It Down, John, Tear It All Down.


What perfection has man created


Where once priests served out 

the church's absolution

to all that bowed and paid

and now a devil's lackey sprinkles

with presidential pardons 

for his offspring and his toadies


What perfection has man created


Where governments economize

on housing, on caring for the needy

but never on privileges for the greedy

and condemn a disturbed homeless 

when he, left to his own devices, drives  

his metal home into a shopping crowd


What perfection has man created


Where we must pray to a distant God

for benevolence, mercy and charity

because these values no longer

exist in the heart of fellow man

-or did they ever-

but for some altruistic few


What perfection has man created


Where clemency will be a single trip to Mars

to fence off a future corporate patronage

of either mandatory consumer prodigality 

to support the cashing in of shareholders

or starve as cheap enforced self-employment 

for simple slaves are considered to costly to keep


What perfection has man created


Where we party on in corona-proof omnibuses

where we fly budgeted all over to forget ourselves

where we step uncaring over every  'shadow'  fallen

where we donate pittance to charity as a tax purpose  

where 'peace on earth' has degraded to 'feast on earth'

where those that truly try to do good are as rare as saints


What perfection has man created


Where one just worries about the Koala, the Gorilla, the Whale..  

...and understands and forgives the absence of the Omnipresent 

for neither of them see reason to stay, return to or safe this society

as they die a little with each innocent death of man, animal or plant

both fled in cocooning while they welcome the holy in their sanctuary

and all those weary saints and angels who belong to the realm of death 



© 2020-12-05



Note from the author.

Yes, I know there are still millions 

and millions of good, honest people

but it's these billions and billions

of others we've got to loose!!



Tuesday, 1 December 2020

On centers of love

 *

I was born in the North

of the center 

of the world, Mokum.

My first year of life

in the house

of my grandparents.

As I was the center

of their world

and they of mine.

And now I live 

in the center

of the continent.

Where she is as always

my whole world 

and we're each other's center.

*


© 2020-11-22





While winter's coming

*

When he entered the kitchen his wife, 

cooking a classical Minestrone soup,

laughed as she told him that he looked

like a red cheeked, cheeky garden gnome.

*

He kissed her fondly with half frozen lips 

told her he had worked in the garden

distributing the fallen leaves from

halfnaked trees over the soil

between the rimy plants.

*

The day before he had decorated

-according to her wishes-

some of the trees and bushes 

with strings of bird feeds.

*

Slowly the sun brushed through

the clouds and melted the frost

from the roof tiles as they heard

the soft dripping in the rain gutter.

*

They smiled as warmly 

at each other

as it was warm inside

their home

and their hearts.

*



© 2020-12-01

 

Neniu superas

 *

Equal to none

None the better

Yet none unequal

*



© 2020-12-01


Where we write and pen

 *

Where Yevtushenko wrote on

the face behind the face

*

And Rushdie penned of

the mask behind the mask

*

It is the I that speaks of

the eyes behind the eyes

*

Just to quote no one but

the plural I behind the I 

*

As we're just no more than

the nothing behind the nothing

*



© 2020-11-25