MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Earthly Fetish’

fancy fascination
with the form
of the earth

is it round
is it square
perhaps a triangle

merely observed
in distant vacuum
as blue object
hanging in space

our senses far from perfect
our mind a born liar
our science based images
assume a sense of certainty

and then those who
don’t swallow that ball
searching for difference
being the odd one out

the argument is hot
is it not
the topic profound
meaning a lot

the base of western society
rooted in continuous data
poked out of the thin air

whoever wants to fight
the windmills of Don Quixote
is gently yet surely crucified
then barbequed at stake
all in the one lifetime

the truth is not too obvious
that those who fight for it
the point is not
the shape of the earth

it is the fundamental ideas
forming our societal beliefs
which would crumble to the ground
should we pick a different stance

based on science
we can trust perhaps
or maybe not

will we ever learn
to be simply happy
to still be alive
settling the argument

with no further agenda
to change or to destroy
to quarrel and argue
to conquer and fight

is that a too far fetched
reality
i ask

MIDNIGHT POETRY – ‘Closer To Reach’

without much warning
in that moment
the sky has opened
clouds shed hardened tears
lit by the lightning
dogs lost their bark

darkness
mighty rumbling
sudden silence
peaceful and vast

the storm moves on
taking with it
the tin roof
hiking up the insurance

yet it is known
there is always
silver lining on each cloud
without the roof
the stars now shine

closer to reach

recording of the above poem read by the author

MORNING POETRY – ‘Burned’

summer heat
on my feet
no more socks
feel the rocks

walked at noon
burned real soon
aloe the best potion
applied in slow motion

cold bath and hot tea
magic you can see
with your own eyes
next time let’s be wise

for spotify subscribers – the above poem read by the author

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Life Ends At Forty’

baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad

trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears

feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off

like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs

desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company

our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray

our need to be okay

who said life starts at forty
was delusional

recording of the above poem read by the author