Someone once called me a tragic-romantic. So true.
But I like writing them.
Tag: poetry
A day
The Trans Mongolian train in the morning sun on the top of the world in Mongolia
a day like this
a day my thoughts
all wander off
a day my brain
refusing work
just wants to be
back on that train
Love, New York – a pathetic poem
New York, 55th Street
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Till China and Africa meet
I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
And the salmon sing in the street
I’ll love you till the ocean
Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
Like geese about the sky.
Stones and other missiles and something that rhymes
Stress and deadlines
Writers block
My blood pressure too high
There’s only one thing saving me …
– Oh come on, “saving me” don’t overdo it, it’s pukey.
The Milky Way – a poem
Floating around
I’m led astray
I want my tea
The Milky Way
A Finish it yourself poem
while you are far
quite out of reach
left us behind
figure of speech
he also crossed
big blue and wide
but ended here
on the right side
he’ll be my
temporary fix
he knows the drill
he plays his tricks
might see him twice
will be spellbound
and lost and high
flying around
but just to say
you’re not forgotten
while I watch the moon
……
42 minus two
I know I am the one supposed to get the presents today, but I have received so many already these last 5 months (in all different shapes and forms), I would like to give one in return.
It is seldom a poem really catches me, especially the ones that don’t rhyme. I normally don’t get them, they seem to be too intellectual for a simple mind like myself. But this one caught me right from the start. Maybe because it is read by such a wonderful voice, but also because it has beautiful lyrics, and because it shows you that it’s about the travel in life itself, and not about the end destination. Somehow that fits quite well in the time and place I am at the moment.
40 (says my passport, way younger say my heart and soul), a milestone, but a good one. Life has never been better. I am glad I tried.
The Tunnel – a poem
he looks left
and she looks right
both angry still
after that fight
they both
look out
the landscape
night
into the tunnel
is that a light?
Roundabout – a poem
I get dizzy
I start to shout
What direction?
Roundabout
M&S – a poem
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I bought 3 items
M & S
But nothing still
Nevertheless
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(Notes:
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M&S Strawberry Milk is my new addiction)
Forty two – a poem
42
Suppose that you
could make a wish
No limits drawn
Just accomplish
the thing you want the most
I know
what I
would like to do
How many kisses ?
Forty two
The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe
Well, since people seem to be in a Hitchhikery kind of mood, I thought this one would be appropiate today:
You know those sleepless nights
Things orbiting my head
The restlessness, the turning
I’m messing up the bed
I walk towards the window
I’m trying to find Mars
I think about my life
While you arrange the stars
I watch the lights, the planets
The galaxy, the moon
The luck I had to find you
How we’ll be meeting soon
I made this reservation
I’m no longer in reverse
I’ll see you in the Restaurant
At The End Of The Universe
Lawless Heart
You can pass her every day
on the street
or in The Cafe
drinking tea
’cause coffee – no
a bite to eat
a meal to go
you can’t really
take them apart
the girl’s a girl
she owns the heart
the question is
and here’s the mess
does it obey
or is it
law
less
(Notes: Picture taken passing an anti war demonstration in front of the Houses of Parliament. Lawless Heart is also a film with Bill Nighy, and a really good one too.
And to answer the question : it is Lawless).
Hello London !
I could bore you with loads of things that happened today, but I am so tired that you have to do with this pathetic poem I wrote in the plane flying from a very snowy Aarhus in Denmark (which gave an hour delay) to London.
The plane speeds up
And it ascends
Aarhus in snow
A chapter endsThe plane slows down
Descend begun
London awaits
I feel the sun
I am here, at last. And it is good.