Tremors all around
Huge cracks open everywhere
Landscapes change again

Flower stalk in beak
Bird of love and bird of peace
A world wide symbol

Right across the sky
Awesome electric sparklers
Don't stand under trees

Pretty clouds up high
So soft and white and fluffy
Birds are still flying

So sad will be the days
when people don’t write letters
with pen and paper anymore

The beauty of hand-written words
and uniqueness of style in script
will be eroded to the core

The warmth and human closeness
of letters scripted by the hand
will slowly cease to exist

For they will be replaced
by the uncaring coldness
of set types of the computing beast

He was perched high up in the air,
Sitting on an antenna there,
Amidst a soothing summer's breeze,
Distant from future winter's freeze;

He was cleaning himself calmly,
With half-spread wings uncaringly,
Then smoothing all his feathers down,
Looked around with a birdie frown;

I wondered what his thoughts were,
Was he scanning the scene for her?
Outlined he was in bright sunlight,
And then - he flew away from sight.

You will see me only once a year,
When I come to spread some Easter cheer,
You won’t really know where I’ll be bound,
For I hop around without a sound.

I will be bringing some gifts for you,
Sweets, caramel and chocolates too,
Unlike yellow chicks and coloured eggs,
You will know me by my ears and legs.

If you have some free time,
You can come with me,
I’ll take you to a tiny glen,
Behind an aging tree.

We will follow a stream,
Hidden in a valley,
And we can find the little men,
If we are really lucky.

‘Tis said they don’t exist,
That it’s a fairy tale,
But I have really seen them,
They are fast and small and pale.

So when the time is right,
You can come with me,
And we will go to Elfin land,
Behind an aging tree.

When temper is held in check,
Fights and quarrels lose pretext
Peace and harmony remain intact

I am a gooze,
A perfect watchdog,
Or call me a watchbird
for I don’t fear anyone,
as you have probably heard;

I can run as fast as you,
and bite more painful too,
So if you invade my ground,
Remember you’ve been warned,
I’m fiercer than the hound.

I really wish I could sing,
Like some TV starry bloke,
I’d tried  many, many times,
But all I can do is croak,

There is one thing I do well,
That will give you some goose bumps,
When I have to travel far,
You’d admire all my jumps.

I wear a permanent smile,
So when you see my friendly face,
You’ll think I’m always laughing,
But that’s typical of my race.

I’ll show my aquatic skill,
Jumping way up into the air,
Doing flips and spins and turns,
With a natural actor’s flair.

I socialise well with man,
In water I am his best friend,
so if we should meet at sea,
a friendly wave to you I’ll send.

Weather getting hot
Shops selling out of swimwear
Seasides getting packed

Never was it this way before,
Spreading news in daily’s store,
Telling the truth was duty’s call,
News were gladly shared by all.

Today the scene is very changed,
Many news are now deranged,
For lies have joined the info game,
News reports are not the same.

All the news that are fed to us,
We just cannot fully trust,
The breaking news for goodness’ sake,
We don’t know if true or fake.

Humility is not weakness
There is no shame to be humble
It’s just a sign of acceptance

It is always disconcerting,
How some people can simply make,
Thoughts and actions so plainly dense,
And one gets really lost for words,
For actions lacking common sense.

The seven-forty leaves from platform one,
I see people rushing round like mad,
The train does not wait for anyone,
If you miss it then that is just too bad.

Hot summer days here
Light cotton clothing to wear
Ice cream or iced tea

Cool awakening
Flowers blooming all over
Where are all the birds

Birds and insects can fly so well,
Animals and humans cannot,
Flying is a physical act,
Wings for humans Nature forgot.
There is another way to fly
And mental process is the game,
With an abundance of Knowledge,
Our minds can fly all the same.

Humour is the fun side of life,
And a daily generous slice,
Will squash most suffering and  strife,
It's free for all without a price.

Sad is the one who knows it not,
He will be stuck in misery,
For the mind needs a balanced plot,
To maintain it fresh and cheery,

So open up and see the joke,
Laugh and enjoy the funny side,
Give your gloominess a hard  poke,
Don't let your humour be denied. .

I keep treading the lonely paths,
Where all signposts are vague or worn,
Hoping to find that mystic place,
Where truths and destinies are born.

The paths are too faint and many,
Like wide-spread branches in a tree,
And it would be a miracle,
To find the correct path for me.

For now I just keep plodding on,
til l find the answers at last,
Then I can rest my wearied bones,
When no more far-off dreams are cast.

The waves race to shore
Undercurrents strong and fierce
No swimming today

Dense as it can be
Nothing can we really see
Better wait awhile

Dark clouds gathering
The sky slowly turning black
Picnics are cancelled

One lovely morning in June at dawn,
A songbird awoke me with his song,
His music filtered into my mind,
Telling me to leave my cares behind.

After breakfast in the yard outside,
The squirrel was trying not to hide,
With the nut that he had found from me,
Left the night before under his tree.

Just two of nature’s simplest creatures,
They formed my morning’s shining features,
Gently did they set myself aglow,
I wondered what other joys would show.

Glistening pearls of water drops,
Gathered early hours at dawn,
Perkily perched on flowers and leaves,
And like a damp blanket on the lawn,
Freshness fills the morning air,
Which will fade with the rising sun,
For when heat rays are razing on,
The fragile dewdrops’ lives are done.

I will always remember,
As long as my mind is well,
To save things soft and tender,
Joyful stories I can tell.

I will learn to leave behind,
Unpleasantries to forget,
To delete them from my mind,
Tales of sadness and regret.

Just a slight attempt to love,
Outweighs all actions to hate,
Love is the Heavenly soul,
Hatred leads to the Devil’s gate.
And one must choose his fate.

Small and running fast
The house mouse is on the prowl
Cheese must be somewhere

Birds and insects can fly so well,
Animals and humans cannot,
Flying is a physical act,
Wings for humans Nature forgot.

There is another way to fly
And mental process is the game,
With an abundance of Knowledge,
Our minds can fly all the same.

This lovely bluest of the blue,
Spanning the widest of the wide,
The  calmest of its waters calm,
What silent horrors does it hide?

The most beautiful of beauty,
Stupendous on the surface side,
Death in the deepest of the deep,
The tombs of mariners who died.

The world would be a drab place,
Without our gentler ***,
They fill our lives with colours,
and  beauty without pretext.

And their feline behaviour,
Subtle, enticing and coy,
Can turn a so-called macho man,
Into an obedient boy.

Clothes, make-up, yearly fashions,
Blend with art, flowers and rainbows,
They subdue the minds and senses,
Like pleasant April showers.

Men have remained with male colours,
Mainly blue, brown, grey and black,
For too many colours shift them,
On to the feminine track.

So the world is more colourful,
With our lovely gentler ***,
And men may also be thankful,
Women have put on them the hex.

Autumn creeping round
Leaves on trees not colour bound
Gold will soon be here

Bright-coloured flowers
Inside filled with sweet nectar
Happy hummingbirds

I am watching you each night,
You can see me shining bright,
Though I died long time ago,
Still my astral form will show;
So if you should have some doubt,
Just give me a little shout,
And I’ll see what I can do,
As your star I’m watching you.

She was on her broom since noon,
Flying all over the sky,
And I saw her outline in the moon,
As I was strolling by.

Beware, all of you out there,  
For I am now here to stay,  
You humans created me,  
And the future is my day.  
You have given me a brain,  
And made me intelligent,  
You have human emotions,  
I am fully indifferent.  

My electronic brain  
Makes me superior to you,  
No matter how fast you think,  
I can think much faster too.  
In your body you have strength,
Strong you physically are,  
But you have kindly made me,  
Much stronger than you by far.  
You know you get hungry too,
Which will make you very weak,
But that won’t happen to me,  
And for food I never seek.  

So now that you know it all,  
Should you really be afraid,
Of the superior being  
That you have cleverly made?  
But maybe you need not be,  
It’s you I depend upon,
For all my superiority,  
To switch my battery on!

A word, a thousand,
Ten thousand words,
Cannot describe
The ailing in the heart,
But if you have felt
Sadness before,
You know the pain
That Sadness can impart.

I watched the sea and its creamy rolling waves,  
The streaks of white racing to wash the shore,  
And I listened to the cries of swooping birds,  
They were a dozen seagulls, maybe more.  

The evening sun was shedding its final glow,
As I wandered along the sleepy beach,  
The tired sky was packing up its colours,    
Its transient beauty just beyond my reach.  

A cool breeze ruffled my hair and brushed my face,  
Recalling sensuous moments I have had,  
I was deeply immersed in nature’s beauty,
And felt so happy yet also so sad.

Creativity
Individual expression
It’s everywhere

He has long strong limbs
He also has a strong tail
The monkey is here

We would be sad without the sun,
We need its light to get things done,
If it were always dark,
We can’t play in the park,
And we would miss out so much fun.

Snow Fox, white as snow
Watching giant Polar Bear
Hoping for some fish

On so many moonless nights,
With a star above as friend,
I let my thoughts to wander,
Reflections that never end.

Slowly, intensely, silently,
I allowed myself be drawn,
To where I knew for sure,
Dreams and fantasies are born.

They were all inside my mind,
All my feelings old and new,
I often kept them all alone,
And I always thought of you.

Waves tall as buildings
Smash everything in their path
Many loved ones lost

An hour or less of daylight remains,
then soft and brilliant colours paint the sky,
in pastel shades, oil and water colour hues  
and around not a single lonesome cry

When we were young till we were nine,
Hours, minutes, seconds were fine,
The days were simply sped away,
With toys and games and friends to play;
From morn till dusk, early till late,
No cares, no worries about fate,
Life was simple, not good or bad,
Just sometimes happy, sometimes sad;
Then childish thoughts did slowly fade,
As new discoveries were made,
And Innocence did go away,
When Adulthood came by to stay.

Of course I have to delve into my mind,  
To search for answers for everything,  
But when the answers I cannot find,  
I have to wonder what the next days bring.