She had blue questionmarks
coming out of her blue eyes.
Her lips were too blue for kissing
and a blue-tongue lizard was her pet.... more »
I tried so much harder
to get into your larder,
there were fragrances in
and a devillish grin... more »
Wer eine Mutter hat die lacht
und selbst sich manche Freude macht,
die morgens aufsteht und erst gaehnt
und dann so nebenbei erwaehnt... more »
'Twas early in the morning when I woke.
An eerie silence had so sneakily descended,
or was it the perception of a loss,
a novel emptiness, unknown to me 'til now?... more »
Someone said that Johnny Howard
is a godforsaken coward.
When the hangman pulls the switch
and the man drops in the ditch... more »
I dreamed about my giant shoes
one morning when I had the blues
I put them on and laced them tight
soon I felt ready for a fight.... more »
'What happened to your teeth',
she said with eyes that were alert.
'One thousand love bites really,
did what love bites can inflict.'... more »
Some twenty years ago there was a crow,
who'd fallen into our new compost bin.
He was near death by daybreak from the fumes
and danced quite drunkenly, when rescue came.... more »
It was a morning like any other.
A cloud from the South, a sparrow
sitting on the windowsill, eating,
the Postman, ringing twice next door,... more »
And may I be permitted to include
my happy wishes for this aging dude?
I've nothing but respect for him of course,
but struth I feel the same about a horse! ! ! !... more »
My darling, I have a request.
Would you mind if I held you and pressed
both my lips and my face
to your secretive place... more »
So ruhig fliesst der Rhein
kein Fischlein denkt
kein Fischer lenkt
den Kahn fuer sich allein,... more »
Berlin, they say, is worth a trip
you come, go through the famous gate,
in La Taverna take a nip
where the Blue Angel had her date... more »
the one who turns
inside the grave
where poets, brave... more »
What a breath of fresh air
and a touch of sweet lips
back you are in my cyberarms
please do pardon my stare... more »
Come dance with me
in the wind and the weather
we tumble through heather... more »
From the alpine windswept quartz
rose the beautiful Frau Schwarz.
Wrote a comment erudite
(every member has that right)... more »
This morning on my way to church
I slowed my feet to start a search
inside my pockets for some money
because they'd find it not too funny... more »
Oh, where is my shepherd
when I need some advice
on the words of a poem
'bout fire and ice.... more »
I went to Heinz the other day.
he runs the German Deli Shop,
which draws, just like a magnet,
the Krauts and others, magically.... more »
It was a bed of leaves,
skunk cabbage to be exact.
The urges have it, someone said
at that re-union in the smallest of,... more »
You are the Mars bar in
the lion's cage.
The speck in the ionosphere,
and the bright bubble... more »
And it rained so much that Spring day
that all the angels did run out of tears.
Tom was a tiny little tomato plant,
a real runt, cute but with a hunchback,... more »
Remember to forget to remember,
that day of tristesse in November.
Akin to the mood of the sun
this can never be truly undone.... more »
A pelican sat by the pier
was waiting for some fish
he searched afar, he searched anear
and made a secret wish.... more »
We have a new clown in this town
whose ragged old nickers are brown
all the writing is limp
as if penned by a wimp... more »
They hung him at the crack of Dawn.
No big to-do, no time for folks to gather,
a rope was taken from the man's own saddle
and within minutes he was swaying in the breeze.... more »
Tonight the conversation is
let's say productive,
and somewhat lively,
all words are spoken... more »
That day I was in such a rush
I did not see her lovely blush.
How much they blush in the deep South
is quite unknown, but her sweet mouth... more »
The infantile word 'infantile'
brings up in me a bit of bile.
The other word (he called it boring)
reminds me of him never scoring... more »
He'd walked a thousand miles,
shot in the back near Petersburg,
and brought the Russian bullet home.
His path led by the doctor's home... more »
At first you note a tightness and
your grip has lost its youth.
It comes and goes, at last it stays
you ask for diagnosis.... more »
I met you, Sandra on a bumpy road
when I was strolling through a field of poetry.
Was passing and surrounded by much muffled laughter,
while flowers swayed and luscious corn stood watching.... more »
I understand what mountains
the frigid wind is blowing from.
All smoke from placid chimneys
must billow in directions pre-ordained.... more »
I was not looking when you found me
you stopped just long enough to smile.
I felt your presence all around me
and hoped that you would stay awhile.
You hurried on - you had your reason
and faded slowly in the light,
'twas hot, the highest summer season:
And then you turned - I'd hoped you might.
You flashed a brief but lovely look,
it made me feel quite weird.
Then silly me 'What if she took
offense at my gray beard? '
Then you were gone, the sun left with you,
the night air came with sudden force.
And to this day I often miss you
I had to close the book of mankind's history,
it told of many wars, of bloodshed and of torture,
describing in disturbing but extensive detail,
how one can split a skull and full-grown man in half,
right down the centre of his hapless, useless being.
As if he'd never mattered or deserved to live.
So many years and so much blood was spilled,
that fertile fields bore witness to man's greatest folly.