POEMS

I have a dream

I have a dream

of one world, one people

of everlasting peace

of weaponry abolished

of barriers demolished

of soil that's clean

of rivers, streams

of oceans 'live with fish

of hunger banished from the earth

of children cared for from their birth

wherever we may go

I'll keep this dream alive within

until at least I know

that I have passed it on somehow

to someone who believes

that this is no Utopia

but the road to Shangri-La

A P(H)EASANTS TALE

A skinny old hungry peasant

met a big and juicy pheasant

As they passed on a trail

he grabbed for it's tail

got hold of it's neck

the bird went slack

As it was dying

it's feathers went flying

a fire was made

the peasant ate

and ate 'till late

and ate 'till it was

too late

He ate far too much

the silly old twit

so his stomach protested

as it could not digest it

Now, the story is such

that although he ate pleasant

from the Dodolike pheasant

there is no hope for him

-or for that matter-

for the pheasant

that he'll ever reach a stage

that he'll be convalescent

sufficient enough

to eat anything else

Let alone a big pheasant.

THE PATH OF LIFE

The grass is as green as we make it to be

as flowers will bloom if we care to see

We can soar on our wings if we choose

The years can be endless, or short as a day

As time can be lived, or given away

as though we have nothing to loose

For as long as we live

we can take, we can give

we can sow, we can reap

we can walk, we can leap

in the fields of our heart and our mind

For we know that one day

we must look back and say

That has shaped what we're leaving behind

J.F. KENNEDY

"Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country"

"Ich bin ein Berliner"

You caught the imagination of the world

perhaps in death more than in life

We saw the shocking pictures

the bereavement of your wife

The sense of loss was real

Myself, I know, shocked close to tears

saw people crying, weeping

it seemed the world stood still that day

bewildered, unbelieving

Many years have passed since then

history took it's course

but still at times your memory lingers

touching feelings of remorse

of realization

That never we will know

the world as it would have seen

if the shots in Dallas

had never been

JUST FOR YOU (FAR AWAY)

Just for you, I'm writing this

just for you, a hug and kiss

just for you, a thought, a smile

though reaching you may take a while

Just for you, a little poem

wishing you, peace at home

love and laughter, friendship too

are my wishes, just for you

THE BALLAD OF JOHN MAC DOUGH

A shimmering shaft of light

breaking through the morning

shone upon old John Mac dough

who passed away at night

His sightless eyes faced at the sky

from his casket in the street

carrying it, to where it stood

must have been his final deed

Before his wooden casket

where he lost his restless soul

stood a sign that read

(beside a wooden bowl)

Please, spend a penny on me

to carry me down the road

to my final resting place

for all you folks to see

To the village folks that knew Mac dough

it was no strange a feat

for he'd never spent a penny

on a living soul in treat

He was as mean, as ever they come

he lived life on his own

no wife, no child, not even a pet

they'd waste his pennies he'd moan

So alone he lived, in his lonely dwelling

straight up on the hill

at the end of the street from the graveyard

all of his own free will

He scrimped and scraped his whole life through

each and every day

when the village folks there found him

they reckoned he stacked it away

So they took to his house, turned it inside out

Alas, not a penny was found

so in their anger, they refused

to commit him to the ground

As darkness fell, the weather turned

to a downpour, really bad

so they took to the pub, to drink tempers off

(t 'was called the Old Nags Head)

Oblivious to all, drinking it off

things started to happen outside

as rain gushed down, swamping the road

the casket started to slide

Slowly at first, than faster

speed increasing with ominous might

it moved like a float on the water

in the now lightning, thunderous night

On reaching the gate of the graveyard

it hit with an almighty blow

splintering the casket, spinning through air

the body of John Mac dough

As he spun through the air, right on course

for a neat and fresh dug hole

out from his broken casket

spilled his lifelong hoarded dole

To the village folks leaving the pub

staggering down that night

his resting place looked like it should

it all looked a lovely sight

So they decided that each year onward

they would celebrate it right

from the pub they would go, to spend a penny

on good old John Mac dough

ABANDONED (Bosnia)

Close to nothing, near to empty

is a pit we call despair

rounded walls, seen ever higher

by a world that doesn't care

Where the minds are brutalized

scarred for life, beyond repair

is the face mankind portrays

so contemptibly unaware

Where the bodies, mutilated

raped, discarded, soil the ground

are our hands, washed so in frequence

that since ages we lost count

All but us,  in vain acquired

sowed and reaped, sought rays of hope

strands of love, beads of friendship

next to where we string our rope

Close to nothing, near to empty

in a pit, we call despair

abandonment is shaping echo

deep and dark, yet ugly bare

CHRISTMAS  CELEBRATION

There is no road to Shangri-La

just Christmas every year

to stop and think a little while

with laughter and a tear

No gateway to Utopia

just love and life and live

moments spend together

presents that we give

There is no such thing as peace of mind

just things we leave behind

in the glasshouse of our memory

in hope for peace, tranquility

on Christmas day

So let's rejoice each time

when we go on our way

so we can be together

another Christmas day

SILLY POEM

I'd like to write a poem each day

about a silly thing

Like why the middle age was dark

with many enlighted a king

Or why a person can be wet

and at the same time dry

And why the butter can be spread

and at the same time fly

I just don't know how this can be

Will someone please enlighten me?

WHO ELSE?

The asshole I met yesterday

followed me all through the day

I haven't seen him since I left my bed

But I haven't looked in the mirror yet!

LITTLE BOY WONDER

Little boy wonder fell on his head

climbed on the ladder, back into bed

climbed down again to sleep on the floor

was woken up by the opening door

Asked by his mother why he wasn't in bed

said rather not, I may fall on my head

MET LITTLE GIRL BLUE

Little boy wonder met little girl blue

looked in her eyes, stepped on her shoe

When she got cross he instantly knew

his friend to be was little girl blue