Friday, August 18, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 18.08.2017 / 17.02.2017





Tyrant
    If you
Write
About
The
tyrant
Do
It
With secret ink
Which
Leaves
    The leaf
White

Aspen
    The aspen
Has
Ceased
To
Tremble
No foliage
AnyMore
No
Branch
    Or trunk
AnyMore

Flexible
    Tree branches
And
Children
Are
Flexible
As are
The 
Wings
Of aircrafts
"And
    That's just
as well”
                        “Und das ist auch gut so!” Klaus Wowereit

Happiness
    Most
People
Are
Happy
After all
With
All
    Their
Epicycles

Afghanistan
    He was
Shot
But
With the
Message
The
Projectile
Hit
Her
    In the middle
Of the heart

Smoker
    Now
He
Smokes
No
More
The smoker
But
Smoke
Ascends
And
    His ashes
In the urn

Dawdle
    If we
Dawdle
On the
Way home
Squander
Away
Ti- ...
... -me
Not until
Then
    We live
For real

Sorry
    lots
Of people
Speak
The word
Excuse me
Ungainly
As if
Said
It
In a
    Strange
Language


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