Medieval Days
Revived, since we submit
To EU feudal ways
Our only shoe, it doesn't fit
The European colony
Is ordered to stay on The Shelf
France, Germany & USA hold the key
USA is comfortable on its own shelf
Then, the Sun gains strength
How we long for a free swim...!
To move at our own length
Freedom, relaxation: It's no whim
Then, suddenly The Shelf crumbles
Inevitable, with so many of us
Crooked companion Greece tumbles
Under a cage, waves are ominous
USA tries to mend the abyss
For now, with some success
Since we can't hunt, we need US gliss
Of plastic fish that does fluoresce
Fed on plastic fish, we can't focus
We're tired, or aggressive
From inside, it eats us
To nature, we can't be submissive
In the fog, no one can see Greece
It must be in the cold, black waves
One final big wave hits to release
All of us, docile slaves
We didn't want freedom
USA fruitlessly pushes us back
But, now fails its stardom,
Because our shelf isn't even a wreck
Only France and Germany,
Cling tightly to the remaining bars
That aren't yet free
A new cage they need, built from scars
As weak as we are, swim we must
Russia took Greece under its wing
Those outside who are more robust,
Are examples to which we must cling
Feudal magic couldn't save us
Like everybody else in the sea,
We must hunt and be rigorous
Only real fish will set us free
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Bird Song
Birds, we love them, because they seem so free
They can choose from where they want to see
Places on Earth they like or need
Also birds, of peers they must take heed
They're not free to choose territory
Amazed we are by their accuracy
Fly across continents to the same tree
Some species, thoughts of engineers they feed
Birds don't all have ergonomics of speed
Their voices may have majesty
Some don't even fly, yet master the sea
Life is programmed, so are eggs birds breed
There's little change in what they or we need
Colors, shapes, skills show variety
Birds enjoy constrained liberty
(The Tree Swallow was inspired by a photo by
mr Howard Sharper, Saginaw, Michigan, USA)
They can choose from where they want to see
Places on Earth they like or need
Also birds, of peers they must take heed
They're not free to choose territory
Amazed we are by their accuracy
Fly across continents to the same tree
Some species, thoughts of engineers they feed
Birds don't all have ergonomics of speed
Their voices may have majesty
Some don't even fly, yet master the sea
Life is programmed, so are eggs birds breed
There's little change in what they or we need
Colors, shapes, skills show variety
Birds enjoy constrained liberty
(The Tree Swallow was inspired by a photo by
mr Howard Sharper, Saginaw, Michigan, USA)
Monday, June 1, 2015
Night Song
Interchange of celestial bodies
Darkness revives its own species
Miraculously, we see no changes
There's no development, no ranges
Darkness is people's time for parties
Loneliness is sensed in night's energies
Yet, togetherness expresses furies
In darkness, when many have exchanges
Interchange rejoices or damages
Has anybody seen the light's bodies
We still don't know its mysteries
Things always move without changes
It's the seasons, the night arranges
Crystal and steam have the same bodies
Interchange with own length at all bodies
Darkness revives its own species
Miraculously, we see no changes
There's no development, no ranges
Darkness is people's time for parties
Loneliness is sensed in night's energies
Yet, togetherness expresses furies
In darkness, when many have exchanges
Interchange rejoices or damages
Has anybody seen the light's bodies
We still don't know its mysteries
Things always move without changes
It's the seasons, the night arranges
Crystal and steam have the same bodies
Interchange with own length at all bodies
Moon Song
Unreserved beauty we see in you
As the people know, women love you
It's also because you tick women's clock
There's no such thing as a dead rock
We don't know which place you go to
Because they wanted, people came to you
Maybe people cannot survive on you ~
Facts, several visits had to unlock
Unreserved, yet, we enjoyed Earth view
Our philosophizing goes to you
Waters will always listen to you
At your door, people will come and knock
Because, a home making dream they cannot block
Policians' ambition may come true
Unreservedly, we now enjoy the view
As the people know, women love you
It's also because you tick women's clock
There's no such thing as a dead rock
We don't know which place you go to
Because they wanted, people came to you
Maybe people cannot survive on you ~
Facts, several visits had to unlock
Unreserved, yet, we enjoyed Earth view
Our philosophizing goes to you
Waters will always listen to you
At your door, people will come and knock
Because, a home making dream they cannot block
Policians' ambition may come true
Unreservedly, we now enjoy the view
Friday, May 29, 2015
Sun & Moon Song
Our beacons and navigators
Not only for farmers and sailors
They push and pull us around
Every six hours they bare some ground
A lasting cycle without failures
These bodies have many neighbors
All have their own matters and flavors
We don't know, where it all is bound
Our beacons haven't all been found
That the universe always had actors,
Must be truth without competitors
Enough is: Their beauty does astound
To pondering and consuming we're bound
Concerning their mobilizing factors
Our beacons are our movie's actors
Not only for farmers and sailors
They push and pull us around
Every six hours they bare some ground
A lasting cycle without failures
These bodies have many neighbors
All have their own matters and flavors
We don't know, where it all is bound
Our beacons haven't all been found
That the universe always had actors,
Must be truth without competitors
Enough is: Their beauty does astound
To pondering and consuming we're bound
Concerning their mobilizing factors
Our beacons are our movie's actors
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