MORNING POETRY – ‘Uncertainty’

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.

MIDDAY POETRY – ‘Serene Land’

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

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 – ‘Into The Depth’

footprints in the sand
soft coral between the toes
walk on a deserted beach

tropical sun barely a cloud
day perfect for a dip
time to hop inside

splash!

soft waves caressing the body
sea salt soothing the skin
water warm like a bath

floating on the surface
face covered by a hat
arms and legs spread out

large cargo ship
stacked metal containers
covering the distance

on the horizon
white sailboat
sail up towards the sky

emerging from the sea
coolness of the wind
rubs into the skin

time has been forgotten
all worries floated away
into the ocean depth
feeling alive again

recording of the above poem read by the author