who knows what’s real
only living can reveal
if it’s a good deal
until we all feel
strong as a steel
of an automobile
thieves resort to steal
some beg for a meal
organic would be ideal
our whole planet can heal
nobody has to kneel
layers of truth we peel
life is surreal
Poem ‘Unreal’ read by the author. Access for subscribers. Subscribe for more content.
someone asked
is there a reason
i don’t have a child
I just sighed
to myself
‘not again!’
who likes to answer
questions like that?
there is myriad of reasons
for every decision we make
whether conscious or not
yet when someone asks
there is not much to say
or it goes like this –
‘because of blablabla’
the other person
hears nothing
just feels the need
to explain and justify
their own situation
as they already
have kids
usually without
much prior thought
Poem ‘No Kiding’ read by the author.
so here we go
my cheeks are too fat
that doesn’t sit well
with my pants
is it the sweetness
of the food i eat
or the emotions
harbored within
my life story
unwritten untold
creative activities
fixed on food
where to find a joyous
focused task
giving me purpose
how to feel alive
for one I know
writing does it
my fingers help
the mind to settle
the reader is still
to be discovered
The poem ‘Uncertainty’ read by the author.
vivid green lushness
deep turquoise springs
mossy tree trunks
ferns covering the ground
snow capped mountains
icy glaciers receding out
hikes of several days
night in a distant hut
below zero temps
air fresh and moist
falling from the sky
pieces of white clouds
touching the ground
ever so gently
melted by the sun
beaming with light
the spring time almost
palatable and visible
on the tree branches
flowers of fruits to be
days pleasantly long
nights warm by the fire
crackling of the wood
sipping hot inka drink
loving the atmosphere
of the southern land
too far for all the
dangerous critters
roads pretty clear
other cars hardly there
humans surpassed
by the number of sheep
Serene land read by the author
