(written upon the death at age 14 of our beloved shih tsu Max
on Aug. 11.)
Over ~
Over
The Bridge
where they go
To verdant eternal forests
and fields,
To run and leap free
Without leashes, reigns or chains…
All heaven blessed
With no hunger or thirst
While waiting for us.
2019 was a disgrace
Refugees all over the place
We slam-shut our doors
To foster more wars
And caused the world to hate by race
na ja
das boot ist tot
weil die fische
nich im staub
schwimmen
koennen.
WHY SHOULD I WIN FIRST PLACE?
Why should I win first place?
My competence to test
in the current contest.
No favor, nothing else.
03/01/19
First Place
'I am a winner' Contest by Bobby May
©
Nature's Ist Law
When life began
It knew no true intention
When we were created
We had a purpose
But when we saw the first event of destruction
Then and there was
Nature’s Ist law established
Life and death
None lives for long
None are allowed to
live forever either
When happiness comes,
It comes slowly
And with all its force
But when sorrow comes
It comes in full force
At once.
When life is given to one
Then beauty of nature is seen
When life is taken from
One,
Then nature’s cruelty is seen,
Nature is beautiful and loved
But feared for it destructive deeds
We keep growing
We keep moving ahead
We keep thinking
But not much of the past incidents
Time keeps moving
It knows no partiality
It never stops for anyone
Nor does it favor any
Time moves ahead and
So shall people
For we know that,
What’s lost is lost
And what the future is going to do
Is all we wish to contest in
Life has different ways of approach
Some positive, some negative
Some joyful, some sorrowful
But nothings stays forever
And nothing shall for
That’s Nature’s Ist law
And that shall remain
For time and people
Both move on.
By
Manthra ©
Ist germ warfare?
Yes Bob,
1950s In Aussie they used myxmetosis,
carried by mosquito the mostest,
Squatter Jack was of grass, alack, (always)
disposed of the rabbit he boasted,
but the bunny out bred the attack,
brer bunny might give you a slappp:)
adapting old bunny still coasting...
Don Johnson 3-sep-11
Die Ferne ist zerbrechlich
wie ein verlassener Stern
in einem Universum ohne Seele.
Ich bin ruhig im Schnee,
in der Höhe der steilen Berge
aus Eisen und Kristall,
und mit einem offenen Herzen.
Das Geräusch der fallenden Tränen im Schnee
verliert sich in der Ferne.
Ein kräftiger und lauter Wind
geleitet meine Sehnsüchte.
Herzen aus Staub und Eis
malen ein blassen Bild
mit verlaufenden Farben.
Manchmal ist es die Erinnerung,
die uns Ruhe und unsere Wünsche bringt.
The distance is fragile
like an abandoned star
in an soulless universe.
I am calm in the snow,
in the heights of steep mountains
of iron and crystal,
and with an open heart.
The whisper of falling tears on snow
is lost in the distance.
A forceful and noisy wind
is leading my day-dreams.
Hearts of dust and ice
are painting a pale picture
in dispersed colours.
Sometimes it is only our memory,
bringing us peace and desire.
stay, my brother
I beg you
the sun has gone
and the night will befriend
no travelers
what callous hands
so heavy
reach for my face
leaving timeless traces
of their merit
sleep, my brother
I beg you
the moon is high
and the dawn returns us
to simpler times