Fight Volodymyr fight!

As I lament Ukraine, I mourn freedom

Democracy lost - a world's endgame

And so friends 'we are all death's own'

 бій Володимир, бій! 

Як оплакую Україну, оплакую свободу Демократія програла - світовий ендшпіль І тому друзі, «ми всі належимо смерті»

Kampf Volodymyr, kampf!

Während ich die Ukraine beklage, betrauere ich die Freiheit Demokratie verloren – Endspiel einer Welt Und so Freunde 'sind wir alle dem Tode eigen'

Küzdj Volodimir küzdj!

Ahogy siratom Ukrajnát, gyászolom a szabadságot A demokrácia elveszett – a világ végjátéka És hát barátok "mindannyian a halálhoz tartozunk"

Vecht Volodymyr vecht!

Terwijl ik het lot van Oekraïne beklaag, rouw ik de vrijheid

Democratie verloren - het eindspel van een wereld

En zo vrienden "zijn wij allen de dood eigen"

Combattez Volodymyr combattez!

Alors que je déplore l'Ukraine, je pleure la liberté Démocratie perdue - la fin de partie d'un monde Et donc amis 'nous appartenons tous à la mort'

¡Pelea Volodymy pelea!

Mientras lamento Ucrania, lamento la libertad Democracia perdida - el fin del mundo Y entonces amigos 'todos somos de la muerte'

© 2022-02-26

NOTE.

Written in support of the courageous Ukrainian people and its legitimate and heroic President.

The quote 'we are all death's own' is a line in the: Als der Sandwirt von Passeier Insbruck (on Andreas Hofer, died 1809); an old political folk song for freedom. 

A special thank you to all those brave Russian men and women who, despite Putin's dictatorship, dare to speak out against this unjust war and in favour of freedom for themselves and for their brothers and sisters across the border.

As for the current position of NATO, I prefer to use this quote, it's what Winston Churchill said in September 1938: 'You were given the choice between war and dishonour. You chose dishonour and you will have war'.

Last Port of Call

Pessoa - she writes 

as lovely as she looked

at one time - still

do you - expect anything from life

she inquired

do you want any - need any - ask any

where's desire left

she asked

I let it go - as I stopped asking - accepted 

seclusion - reclusion 

a loneliness - that healed 

unclosed the depth of existence

of the wind howling 

- and of birds soaring 

of a dew drop on a hair

- sun on a skin and a tear

I just am - these days anyhow

© 2022-02-22

Inspired by the extraordinary poet Fernando Pessoa, as this beauty is his:

"It is the solitude of the one that has gotten too far in front of his fellow travellers"

[ Song of perfection ]

Song of perfection

what was wrought

in that ancient era

of 

controlled irregularity

 and did it so create 

a purity and a calm 

in this world of inadequacy of crookedness

I sit and paint a picture

of her face and spill 

with grace a line  

so

like a spot on

the pottery of old

for she's perfection 

in her imperfection a lovely flower never to wilt

Ah, could I be a wise

and remain ever still

be tranquil my heart

as

she crosses paths

this pallid poetess

and warms hearts

Demystified Forty five

© 2022-02-23

[ And in the end ]

 

And in the end

How come

that the billionaire

that dies

is so much poorer

    in his end

    than the vagabond

    that dies

    without a penny

and what about the rest of man

        in their end

those that are neither rich nor poor

            that try to scrape by

caring for their body and those that do not

                    all aiming for some warmth and love

    and not even always at the expense of others

perhaps not having heaven on their minds just surviving

do you think they will ever find the path

                what end will we have in the end

        well, you and I

just One....

Demystified Forty four

© 2022-02-17

Pandemic - Endemic

 

The real pandemic

that is truly endemic

whirling through society

is the stupidity and anxiety

of rulers, politicians, burocrats

and 

of the q-anon masses in the streets

and

yet democracy is still man's better option

 

© 2022-01-16

A Sufi Cry

 

My heart tells

me I am lost

within you *

* as

 The Prophet wept

     - as I cried -

  We share hearts

* as

My Master offered

His heart to me as

I volunteered mine

 

© 2022-02-02