Saturday, February 16, 2013

Feudalism for Truth

It's true: ideologies, religions
They're like a supermarket
(Ab)used by bureaucracy, politicians
Do I want to give up on them?

I look at what they say
Is it true, credible?
That is my assessment way
All are at elements true, usable

There's one ideology I never believe:
'One for all all for one'
Feudalism, corporatism, is a thief
Of basic human rights to independence

Independence, self-reliance, small ownership
Are the only ways to earn one's livelihood
No government or rulers can bring you food
Yet they abuse 'truth' to take over your ship

Therefore any collectivism & corporatism
Lead to poverty, debt, war
Landreform is what we must struggle for
Get back home & garden from formalism

@H





Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Blue & Pink Bathroom Dolls

A blue bathroom doll with several pink bathroom dolls
May be a ring carrier and thus ride their daytime stallion
A straight stick may not like the playground chessboard
And wants to build its own Stonehenge
Thus ignoring that The Maker and a long line of dolls
Have rolled it's circle and ignoring that cheap grasp
Lies in the eye - behold, love what it sees!
The eye lies on the left scale and the pocket on it's right
They fight and we don't predict who wins, let alone who's right
It is a good thing the mind likes to see without the eye and
Excites over the stallion to run the most beautiful garden
Of eternal oblivion - or does the stick need its Stonehenge?
All those nightly horses may have their round the clock stallion
After all.

When the blue bathroom doll galloped closer
She saw it wasn't a ring the doll carried
It was round bowl with a hole in it through which
A search light seemed to wander over the faces,
Until it stopped on this pink bathroom doll's face
In the bowl she saw packages,
In the dark every cat seems black, then she saw what's gold
She looked into a mirror on a portrait
The portrait of the blue bathroom doll - not any doll?
What did the mirror reflect? All the marrow shook 'n shaked
When she recognized the reflection ~ What now?
What she learned was: not two dolls are equal
Horses don't always understand an orchard's herb
Until they've walked it through.

@H

(With thanks to web blogger and flarf-poet 'Charlie Zero', who inspired and, more or less, taught me to write flarf-poems).



Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Time

Time is a line that's forever
No end, easy to imagine
No start, that takes more endeavor
Do we accept no origin

Night and day are true mystery
Every object has its own
Abrupt end awaits history
Time goes on when planets are blown

Planning of endings doesn't work
The apocalypse did not come
To some people a source of irk
Dreaming is what remained to some

Even God must work within time
Or could it be that God is time



Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Short Days

Clouds as low as the earth
To celebrate an ancient birth
A bulk of decorations is in the shops
It's not yet very cold on the chops
In the mists that make a comfy girth

@H


Prepare for Winter

Prepare for Winter in the mind
Also to yourself be kind
Enjoy the open air
Gray sky is everywhere
Yet strength in it you will find

Gray may be colored less unkind
Comfort people try to find
With lights here & there
Prepare for Winter & be kind

Hit the outdoors & you'll find
The energy to unwind
Cold may be everywhere
Just move & don't go bare
Prepare for Winter & don't mind

@H