Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Daydreaming

In my head three were singing
And two were dancing.
I pondered the crab's immortality.
I wondered about blue almonds,
Dreamt of green horses on walls.
My head was in the clouds.
While in the moon,
I thought about the calf's death
And pregnant birds.
I was gathering wool
While away with the fairies.
I ate rice milk with angels.
I discussed the gecko tail's flexibility.
While gazing at the cypress tree.
I was swimming in watermelon juice.
Thinking about the rooster's eggs
While my soul was hanging
Upside down from a tree.
I was asleep with my eyes open
Thinking about sinking boats,
Dreaming about fodder like tired horses,
Building castles in the air.
Then a wind blew me
On a white horse and took me
To another valley where
I wandered about in a forest of cookies.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 24-11-2021
Is Covid even real?

Is Covid even real?
If it is, is it really
Any worse than a flu?

It is all a conspiracy.
There must be
Someone behind it
That did this on purpose
Because of a hidden agenda.

Lockdowns don't work,
They lead to a police state
And authoritarianism.

Facemasks deprive
You brain of oxygen.

Enjoy life, we all have to die.
Have a Covid party
With ***** on the beach.
If young and healthy
You are going to be fine.

We are all going to be
Better off if the old and sick
Who might be at risk
Get killed off by Covid.

Do your own research
On the Covid vaccine.
Google and social media
Will give the answers
You can trust to you questions.

Perhaps your research will find a cure
Or simple alternative preventative measure
All these so-called clever people
Have missed or are hiding from us.

Don't give in to pressure,
Getting vaccinated is infringing
On your freedom of speech.

You don't owe society
Or those around you anything.

All vaccines are unnatural.
They alter your DNA,
Microchip you,
Magnetize your body
And do other things
You don't know about.

Vaccines are one of
The greatest failings
Of medical science

The Covid vaccine is unsafe,
Hasn't been tested properly,
Causes side effects,
Or maybe longterm problems
We don't know about.

Better to take
Your chances with Covid.
It is much safer to have
Natural herd immunity.

Anyway, most people
Are fine in their bubble.
Who wants to travel
Or return to normal anyway
As this is never going to end.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 2-10-2020
Explore that obscure point

Explore that obscure point,
Along lines of perspective,
Where life translates into
The second life of dreams,
Or where loss becomes words.

There is a subtext to everything
But it continously slips away,
Like love, like time. So we chant,
We invoke , resurrect, transmute
Our desires into language.

Our tongue lives in a dark cavity.
Ideas only exist by being reduced
To flesh and bone. You can hold
A hand, grasp a throat, but water
Always slips away despite being wet.

That taste or smell half forgotten,
That sorrow that squeezed your heart,
That joy that pulsed in your neck,
That clenched fear, that tenderness,
Dissolves, digested by the past.

To stop these being illusions,
We make a libary of symbols,
Of magic, a mystery voice.
It asks simple questions.
The answer is always the same.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 17-9-2021
The morning

The morning walks down
A road between the valleys
Following the shining path
Of river towards the horizon,
Where the sun is still
Hazy and indistinct with sleep.

Narrow shoulders hunched forward
He braces against cold and rain
His steps are heavy
With night he leaves behind
Whose dark notes still play
In the recesses of his heart.

His head is strafed
With grey whispy clouds.
He is leaving,
Has somewhere to be
Not looking behind him,
Never coming back.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 12-9-2021
Stones mark endings

Stones mark endings.
Step away from the room
Full of people,
Beautiful music,
Liquid silence.
A canoe floats
On a lake
Or down a river
Underneath a bird
In an indigo dusk sky
With fire tinged clouds.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 26-8-2021
The languid seeming lizard

The languid seeming lizard,
Like the floating log-like crocodile,
Deceives with its quiet guile,
For if the temperature is right
With just a violent flick of their tail,
They move like liquid lighting
Or water disappearing into sand,
Except one is frightened of
Whereas the other takes off
With your hand.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 21-8-2021
Perhaps there is terror

Perhaps there is terror
In this dawn arriving
Too early, too bright.
A mirror is bound
By harmony as it reflects
On the world, but the noise
That makes birds
Not yet in flight take off,
Is asymmetric and unpredictable.
If you sever pheromones
Of fear from self, it belongs
Not to you, but everyone,
Like the colour red.
These phrases do not
Have enough elasticity.
When everything human
Has been betrayed,
Accompanied by an alarm,
Our limitations and apathy
Will end and be burnt away.

Harald Edwin Pfeffer 7-8-2021
Next page