Air & Water Song

We can't own it, even though we'd like
It may feed, caress, swallow, or strike
And then, we all, always pass it on
One cannot try and hold it on
All we may, is stream it by tube and dyke

Its ultimate beauty we like
Even the more, when Sun beams strike
And fan the color spectrum of vision
We can't own it, to some people's dislike

Home of jellyfish, seagull, and pike
Our space to walk, sail, fly, or bike
People's folly makes effort to hold on
But we can't own it; effort is a con

Knowing the future is what we like
Also if water & air's end may strike
Winter, Summer, from dusk till dawn
Temperature, force, brings changes upon
This home of carp, catfish, seal and pike,
That what we can't own--to our dislike

Money Song

Whatever money is
Property it never is
It has no prejudice, no eyes
Full objectivity makes wise

Money is ignorant
Within an instant,
Money flows to the bulk of money
Its one variation is currency

Could money cure us from racism?
Maybe, because it makes no schism
Is money without real value?
Or is it impartial and true?

All I think, now we have no respect
And that makes us full of neglect

Improvisation

Bottom-up theater
Actors make the play
In a way, democratic theater
The producer chooses from their play

Actors may bring their story
May not know each word by heart
The producer then moulds the story
Brought outside what lives in the heart

Boerenkool

Until the eighties,
The Dutch had a healthy diet
Season's vegetables & berries
Though the food press kept quiet

The Dutch weren't overweight
In those days of unmodified food
Grown on soil, in open air, as should
Not under glass and on a plastic plate

Food is prone to fashion
I admire & curse those making fortune
On our basic provision
Even when false may be their tune

Curly cale is a winter vegetable
Typically grown on snow land
Vitamins & minerals on your table
In Michelle Obama's garden at hand

I heard there's insatiable demand
In America, of all places
For a cale that once wasn't grand
Not seen at parties for snooty faces

Now comes a swan with high styling
The times they change
It wasn't an ugly duckling
It just looked a bit strange

Paranormal

I'm bound to say a thing
Not everyone will appreciate
A knowledge realm, though working
Not flawlessly within our fate,
It's a living, existing force
A genuine human work horse

It's part of another aspect
Of humanity we shouldn't neglect
There's science, there's religious text
Yet, this third pillar not all respect
It's been put to shame
Let's restore it to (more) fame

It's mostly part of the female mind
Ok, only some of them
Too bad, even women have declined
Their own gem
That may distinguish them from
Many others in the human kingdom

Maybe the 'spirits' use them
For their own ambition
And maybe some of them
Miss talent & inspiration
Like some scholars & scientists
Who were failures or antagonists

This realm is called clairvoyance
Also I took my chance
Even the police consult them
At this place, why not thank them
For anything that could ease
A wandering mind in clouded seas