wind and water cascade
got the colours to fade
in grey beautifully made
All is needed in the spectrum, ha de Gött!
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Black and white boat
Tag Archive for ‘Poetry’
I wish
I wish I could
make new pictures
make new memories
I wish I could
hear a brand new clever pun
hear a loud laughter anew
I wish I could
see fingers over ebony and ivory
see fingers over guitar frets
I wish I could
turn time right back
turn things on track
I wish I could
To my youngest son. He should have turned 24 today. Forever missed.
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Nest
room with a view
windowless and not new
dry grass and pointy sticks
all there is to offer my chicks
placed it safe on a shelf
homemade all by myself
on a welcome I could rely
till the day you learned to fly
Time fly, tomorrow is just now. Ha de Gött!
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Iced beach
little creek water freezes on the beach
the sun lets its scarce winter rays
cast a mild red and orange light
behind the frost white cliffs
illuminates hill south side
with a promise of warmer days
as the cold frost
hammers down from north
It takes many seasons to be seasoned, ha de Gött
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Frosted Birch
dressed in white
waiting for spring
for a kiss of green
The one who plant a tree has never lived in vain, ha de Gött!
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Red shed
Little lonely shed
backlit and red
on a cliff in the cold
what stories has been told
over fireplace glowing bed
True or false, a story is a story best told. Ha de Gött!
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Twilight zone
childhood memories in a vivid blur
strong emotions creep up on you
what went down but not the end
gnawing in your chest with unease
an arrow cleaves your dream
in an endless corridor of slamming doors
wake you up in cold wet sweat
twilight zone between now and then
Sweet dreams, ha de Gött!
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What if
What if
Jesus rode in today
would it be on a
a noisy chopper bike
in a bikers leather west
white halo helmet
or
an electric scooter
letting the long hair
fly in the wind
-
would it be
blast through the doors
of the shopping mall
in the escalator declare
our sins with bombastic words
or
sitting down by the hobo
look with tears in eye at
the steel and glass temple of banks
You can’t bring anything when you finally go, ha de Gött!
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Ballerina
in the small clearing
frozen ballerina
ice crystal floor
tip toe dance
to the circle of life
Try to follow Mother Natures rhythm, ha de Gött!
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As time goes by
It has come to this, I fear
The passing, of another year
Reminiscing all, that's done
thirty one million five hundred fifty six thousand nine hundred twenty six seconds, all gone
Circle closes then takes another turn, my dear
Don’t wait, it may be too late, ha de Gött!
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I’ve been struggling with the last line and I’m not really satisfied. I like to invite you to come up with another last line. Thank you in advance.
UlleHaddock 