"heike" poems
between sunset and dawn
at the edge of time
near the fountain, in a crystal garden
that's where you will find me
we will dance in the moonlight
to the sound of frozen stars
and if our souls will happen to meet
I will lift my veil
when you awake I'll be gone
you won't find me twice
but memories of pearls and shells
engraved in your heart
( © Heike Borgard 1987)
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
Most poets or writers here have my respect
but some are producing some strange effects
to call just 2 words a poem someone really needs guts
want to know how I call this? I name it - It's nuts!
Has got 103 likes? Research and you'll detect
***** liked 804 poems before..
you can start now to flame me but it's a fact.
Have been reading here a lot around
did not click “like” on every poem I found
but those that I liked no matter the subject
was *** or a “Flower”
made me laugh or think twice or surprised me
with its strong expressive power
and a few, I admit, really touched me inside
Kudos! Poets you can take the pride!
Don't care if I am trendy
perhaps my language is bad and my grammar obscure
Typing errors – if you find some, please take them
Don't give a a sh*t – they are yours.
Thanks for “likes” that are honest
and for taking your time
should be poetry not Facebook
and now to hell with the rhyme.
(© Moon aka Heike Borgard 2014)
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
old friend again you're shining
over the sleeping shores
around you stars like diamonds
the velvet sky is yours
you're sparkling on the sea waves
to brighten mermaids' dreams
while long forgotten magic
is reflecting in your beams
my soul longs to be with you
and flies with wings spread wide
all way through time and space
to drink your silvery light.
(© Heike Borgard 2013)
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
first morning light
sunbeam tickles frozen dew
drying midnight tears
©Heike Borgard 03/2018
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
***** the wil-'o-the-wisp sadly sat at home
for he was young and much too small
to roam the swamp alone
He wanted to be an elusive light
mysterious, misguiding and haunting the night.
„Oh swamp“ he whined „it all goes so slow
I don't want to stay home – please help me to grow!“
„Shut up, little ones, enough of that weeping“
bubbled the swamp and then started sleeping
„Oh not again“ the old tree moaned as ***** burst out in tears
and raised his branches left and right
to cover up his ears.
Meanwhile a burglar with Police had a battle
with a big bag of loot he had to skedaddle
into the swamp and lost the way.
He watched out for a guiding light
but all he found was crying *****
(wil-o'-the whisping really not bright)
„What's that?“ the burglar snidely asked
„a lousy glooming firefly?
can't even light my cigarette
get out of my way little bug“
and proceeded to pass by.
This now was too much for Willy's pride
(teenagers often freak out)
He drew himself to his fullest height
and he shouted loud:
„listen you mean and human thing – I am no dim-lit light!
Beware of the rage of an wil-o'-the wisp!“
and then he run completely wild
„Hear what I will bring to you
first death then pain and sorrow
I'll **** you first then chase you down
for you there's no more tomorrow
I'll lead you into deepest swamp to a puddle of mud
and when you start to drown in it – I'll watch you in cold blood“
(if we were picky in logic and order we surely now have to complain
but let's close an eye for he is still very young – back to the story again)
Inspite all efforts and Willy's threats
the burglar did not catch a word
(wil-o'-the-wisping as language is not very common
and therefore not often heard)
Let's say (to help our ***** a bit)
the burglar was slightly confused
so nothing much happend
until the swamp woke up
and swamp was not amused
„Who dared to disturbe my holy sleep?“
he blubbered with utmost grim
Willy's finger pointed out to the burglar then
and he sheepishly squeaked „that was him!“
Swamp did not hesitate too long
burglar sank into swamp to a place deep and stealthy
(for medical reasons we have to admit
this can't be considered as healthy)
In the next days ***** did not no more complain
to spend some more time at home
as he learned one thing this very day:
there are many ways that lead to Rome.
(©Heike Borgard 2014)
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
The Bumble-Bees so happily
from flower to flower they bumble
A scientist insists:
"this cannot be
it's an areodynamic scandal!"
with a formular: Y somewhat x Phi
he proofes why Bumble-Bees can't fly at all:
their bodies are too heavy to fly
as their wings are much to small
I humbly admit: physic is all greek to me
I enjoy Bumble-Bees and their humming
and the Bumble- Bees seem to agree with me
and continue to fly...
...isn't that stunning?
©Heike Borgard 01/21
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 8:04 AM UTC
I was born 05:40 in July – Zodiac sign: Cancer
A little girl that loved looking out of the window
Watching the moon at night
Nights were soft and friendly that time
And the Moon smiled and lit up my way
On my 20th birthday I was holding my present
A birth horoscope
Printed on beautiful dark blue paper it stated:
Your are Cancer / Ascendent Cancer – a child of the moon
Nights were wild and full of life that time
And the Moon winked at me and lit my up way
6 month ago I was holding a report
On sterile white paper full of medical phrases – again the word „Cancer“
Long way to go now and the road won't be easy
But I started marching
Nights are a bit darker now
Hope the moon will light up my way
(© Heike Borgard 2016)
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
Stress, Pain - Mind insane
Guardian Angel spreads her wings
Soul feels Ocean Blue
©Heike Borgard 06/2018
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
every Fryday night on his way home he stopped by the church near the bus station
to say a prayer.
his short escape to find comfort in this fast moving time.
and as he sat there, as usual, hands folded,
wondering again if there will ever be an answer to his silent prayers
this time, to his suprise, there was a rapid response:
***** music started playing and a celestial voice said:
"Dear prayer – thank you for calling but
currently all our heavenly connections are busy –
you are now in a queu - please hold your belief!“
***** music playing.....
"Your prayer is important to us -
We are sorry to keep you waiting but all hosts of heaven are still assisting other prayers-
The next spiritual entity available will connect with you soon.-“
Please stay in devotion!!
***** music playing....
"You have exceeded the waiting limit for this queue. Please unfold your hands and try again later!"
As he stepped outside he had left the church in every possible respect.
He never prayed again.
(© Heike Borgard 2018)
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
Heike tries Haiku
Seven sillables brainstop
Farwell mental health.
(please do not take this too seriously :-)
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
on a rock near an island - and a long forgotten shore
she stills sits there - the mermaid
graceful charming - but fading
eyes only looking at a mobile phone
won't see her anymore
nightfall at the seaside - another long forgotten shore
she starts singing then - the siren
celestial sound - but fading
ears covered by headphones
won't hear her anymore
deepest forest - untouched nature
in a ring, so says the lore
she's dancing there - the fairy
impishly cheerful still - but fading
senses focused on "smart e-devices"
won't feel magic anymore.....
© Heike Borgard 2017
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:23 PM UTC
So many tears
that haven't been cried yet
So much laughter
that has not been laughed yet
So much life
That hasn't been lived yet
Still, it's not on us to choose
When the anchor will be cut loose
But if we happen to be lucky
We will have some provisions with us
for the journey into the unknown......
Our tears
Our laughter
and the love of the people
with whom we have shared all this.
( © Heike Borgard 2024)
Oct 2, 2024
Oct 2, 2024 at 4:55 AM UTC