Category: Poetry

As We Leave The Shore


It is probably the way she shines..

Or the way I feel she’s mine..

The little shrug with one shoulder..

Or her smile..

At the sunflowers field..

Is it the bravery with which she sees the world?

Or her kindness..

And her muffins..

I felt her joy when she told me about the stars..

Where she belongs..

I wonder, how often can I fall in love?

One more time..

From the beginning..

Blow away the dust over your heart..

And be brave..

Surrender to her beautiful moments..

Drop the calculations..

There are no maps for love..

nor destinations..

Pack for the journey..

Get rid of expectations..

and your nihilism..

and sail!

Dysarthria


Gu gu gu..te- te- te- nnnnnn.. Mooooorgen.. doktor..
I am so glad you are here.. I have traveled long and have been waiting for an appointment..
I came here with fear.. I fear to stay the same.. With my thoughts just for me.. I fear to speak so slow, that no one wants to hear.. They all think I am fading.. my whole seems to disappear..
Year after year, I worked like a machine.. even when all retired.. I went on for 10 more winters.. I just couldn’t leave.. I could have gone to Cuba.. I could have sailed the seas.. I could have built a villa.. I could have.. i could have.. I could have..
Now I am stuck in myself.. with words as many as none.. I have lost the way to folks.. I have lost the meaning of all..
Please don’t think I am stupid.. the brain works faster than my tongue.. I used to scold the kids.. I used to sing and hum.. I used to do it all.. before my health was gone..
I know it is the end.. things won’t be the same.. I know the days are different.. that hope is rather lame.. I won’t ask for much.. it is little what I need.. I just would like a look.. of patience and of respect for whom I once was.. I will suffer, for sure, alone..
Acknowledgement would be fine..

Tell me all

Your photo of your candle

Shut down the world..
and sit here with me..
Only one candle..
One cup of tea..

Tell me all..
I am here to hear..
both your hope..
and biggest fear..

Take a sip..
then tell me more..
Start from the surface..
walk me to the core..

Spare no word..
I want to hear it all..
The day you hugged the world..
The day you let it fall..

Take another sip..
let me smell your hair..
let me see your smile..
revolt against the tear..

One last sip..
Have you finished your tea?
Put out the candle..
and make a wish to be..

For all our sorrows..
and all of our pain..
are lessons to remember..
and wisdom to obtain..

Story of a Kissless Encounter

Image from: http://worldofsigns.com/blog/curious-kissing-habits-of-the-british/

On a day before today..
Early june or late in Mai..
I was walking on the way..
Where the angels used to stay..

She was there walking with me..
Many smiles in her pocket,
and a poem in her wallet,
and a lot of things to say..

Full of joy I saw her soul..
Walking, talking also joking..
Laughing louder than I do..

Curly curls in her hair..
Lovely earrings in her ear..
In her eyes there was a flare..
All the time I had to stare..

Then we wandered in the town..
Walking up and walking down..
Having many things to share..
Saying words to tell we care..

Then she pointed at the crowd..
People sitting in the garden..
Having fun and being loud..

“Wonder, how it is to be..
like the people that I see..
lame and boring little lives..
unlike you and unlike me..”

Well, of course my dear to-be..
We are pearls inside the sea..
Take my hands and walk with me..
Let’s go far let’s be free..

At this moment when we looked..
Both the hands and eyes are locked..

All the movements came to slow..
Scented breeze began to flow..
Lovely music in the show..
Just one thing I had to do..
Kiss those lips the way I know..

Cazzo, man, I didn’t dare!

In Cafe de France


I just met her only once…
working in Cafe de France…
We were there by happy chance..
Eggs and juice and milch-kafe..

With the boys I was in there..
But my eyes were just with her..
When she moved they moved along..
like that game of ping and pong..

From the back to the forth..
From the front to the rear..
When she came over to talk..
When she had to disappear..

Any word she had to say..
Any look she gave away..
Little hearts were in my eyes..
Oh my boy she made my day..

Had the meal and had the drinks…
DJ ate his many eggs..
It was time for us to leave..
All I wanted was to stay..

Roam around.. roam around..
In the city with the crowd..
Loved the scenes and loved the sound..
But my mind was away..

I did that work of CIA..
I got her name in half a day..
I hate to text! What should I say?
I wrote “hello” and had to pray!

Did she write me?
Yes indeed!
Wrote the things I hate to read..
That I need to stay away..
‘cause she had a Fiancé!

Oh boy!