|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Olive’s Cinnamon Bark
It took her some while to sense the meaning of feeling good in her skin
Her mirror her prism her mosaic glass and the mist on the crystal of time
At first it had appeared to project a tarnished reflection of yesteryear’s
Cinnamon Bark of Youth
A silver hair dropping its flair onto laughter lines and sorrow grooves
The imager an hour glass of pleaded messages to tempt with gloss and mask
To stifle the miracle silken touch with unkind uncalled for varnished perplexion’s
Olive Shine of Middle Age
Still a child at heart tanned by weather of challenges growth blissfully wild
Perception perspective’s inclusion recovered beauty never lost but adorned
With garnished collection of scent’s senses and unspoken images to become
Acorns of Seniority
27 March 2018
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Walls Make Bad Neighbours
‘All in all we are just bricks in the wall’ deconstructed by Pink Floyd
when they called for a truly kind compassionate reflective society and
~ Education ~
Of John Lennon we may think that he was ‘a dreamer but not the only
one’ to 'give peace a chance' while discounting violent revolution in
~ Resistance ~
Wolf Biermann sees his father’s grave every time smoke ascends from
some industrious chimneys of so many concentrated crimes against
~ Humanity ~
‘What will the neighbours say’ goes to my parent’s generation when
they continued to live the secret of why they colluded with fascism and
~ Genocide ~
Karl Marx clearly saw the alienation of humanity and that ‘knowledge without
action’ was a false shallow unfinished philosophy and empty
~ Promise ~
The Scorpions called for ‘winds of change’ but are they a-changing here and today
while most of us sit on fat gluttonous bums or size zero buttocks of
~ Delusion ~
The fake golden staircase leads from Zeppelin to Zeppelin with hot air
between the sheets of so called progress on eves wasted droned into
~ Oblivion ~
Nena’s ‘red balloons’ popped out of nowhere but into nothing’s blip of
conscience forsaken Nirvana and waning sound bites of candles extinguished by
~ Destruction ~
If we want to surpass the walls of our prisons we might want to consider
removing that one brick at a time that barricades and constricts our quest for
~ Liberation ~
The freedom of justice and the freedom from the walls in our minds as our
children will lay cries of despair at our door with only us to blame in
~ Shame ~
We are the guardians of posterity but which side of the fence are we
sitting on in our greed racism intolerance xenophobia and egotistic
~ Denial ~
When we sow winds we will reap storms and the flood gates will open
yet transformation makes better neighbours and better companions than
~ Walls ~
15th November 2016
‘
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
CRUSHED CONCRETE UNSTEELED / SEPTEMBER BLUES
BOMBS xxxxxxxxxx HOPE
RUINS xxxxxxxxxxx PEACE
DRONES xxxxxxxxx LOVE
MEMEME xxxxxxxxx KIND
xx EGOEGO xxxxxx NESS
DIVISION xxxxxxx COM
xxx HIERARCHY xxx PASSION
HEGEMONY xxxxxxx EMPATHY
HELL BENT DOGMA
xxxxxxx CONCRETE S R << <<
TOWER xxxxxxxxxx T E <<<
xxxxxxx CONCRETE E S ////// PLAIN PLANE MAD TERROR~~~
ILLUSION xxxxxxxx E E \\\\\\ BAD HUMAN FLIGHT ERROR~~~
xxxxxxx CONCRETE L R WIN
DECEPTION xxxxxx E V CRUS GS <<
DEFENCE xxxxxxxx D E HED
DELUSION xxxxxxx
DECLINE xxxxxxxxx HELP
DELUGE xxxxxxxxx HELP US
xxxx CAPITAL xxxxx MULTI
xxx MILITARY xxxxx CULTURE
xxxxINDUSTRY xxxx SKIN
xxxxxxxx POVERTY TONE
GREED xxxxxxxxxxx COLOUR
xx DISCRIMINATION BLIND
COLONIALISATION x ONE RACE
CIVIL WAR xxxxxxxx SOCIAL REST
UNCIVIL WAR xxxxx TRUCE TRUTH
xxxxxx DIE-VERSITY DIVERSITY
xx SHARES STOCKS CO
xxxxxx HIERARCHY OPERATION
SHACKLES xxxxxxx FREEDOM
DOMINATION xxxxxx LIBERTY
DESTRUCTION xxxxx xxxx HAPPINESS xxxx
xxxx INEQUALITY xx xxxx JUSTICE xxxxxx
xxxx MONEY xxxxxx xxxx EQUALITY xxxx
CRIME CRIME CRIME REASON YES REASON
TWO PILLARS ONE PLANET CRUSHED CONCRETE ONE MAD IGNORANT WORLD
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
a wisp offered him a small bunch of her soul
duet of florets dandelion with lavender
purr of petals and silent reminder
fragrance in whispers and love
a window of shelter rose from her words
tranquil tender and soft they reached out
tinge of seduction and glimmer of hope
voices sore from shouting and sorrow
‘I love you from the depth of my heart’
‘my mind needs a vessel of kindness’
‘mumbling essence will heal our pain’
‘together cacophony turns into music’
calmly bespoken a hush left her lips
offered a bouquet of serene kisses
blown from faith and surrender
and the earth started to move
inaudible at first a single sound blossomed
a volcano erupted in a show of hot lava
tsunamis weaved turbulent waves
as their union overcame hardship
no scripted audition no dress rehearsal
only embers and sparks of crackling heat
mumbled desire butterflies and nectar
revealing that all will be good in the end
the two lovers threw caution to the wind
far too loud was the chorus of truth
peace sung in harmony’s tunes
serenaded balanced emotion
they smelled the sweet melody
embraced visions of sound
touched dreams in abandon
tasted promises of caress
it had started with one whisper
but the message was booming
climax repeat and crescendo
a symphony of eternal bliss
14th June 2020
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Reminiscing a Future
Taste of my Teddy bear suckling comfort
Cool button in his ear on my tongue
Sound of silence of parachute’s silk
The nothingness of free fall before landing
Sight of an Octopus squirting ink onto my
Diving mask blinding with glimpses of vision
Touch of cow’s dung heating a humble
Wall sheltering compassionate feelings
Smell of blotting paper on a fountain
Pen’s script reflecting short-lived fragrance
Synaesthesia? Nonsense? Common Sense? Sixth Sense?
Ethereal Incense of mind soul and body transcending?
I taste childhood
I hear freedom
I see no delusions
I touch equality
I smell passion
I sense...Forever
26th July 2018
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Aspiration
Antoine had crashed once again when tempting the desert
Freedom fighter laureate poet daredevil testing the call of
~ Poisonous Times ~
A mysterious man and rebellious philosopher with script on his
tongue ink on soft paper Rose in his heart and yearning for
~ Cleopatra’s Eyes ~
A snake of fertile creation and healing never far from his pen
Aesculapius in coil had mutated to SS wound around torches’
~ Venomous Bite ~
Aspides’s toxic fangs a spitting image of denial with thick scales
covering eyes of horned vipers hiding or shielding from attack
~ Dependent on Choice ~
The piloting scribe aspired towards kind compassionate words
As the elephant was swallowed by a boa constrictor clothed in a sad
~ Hatter’s Distortion ~
Antoine got killed on reconnaissance’s flight over France shot down or
by just letting go of throttle and misery but the Little Prince and his
~ Wisdom Remains ~
Avoiding slithering hisses in what remains of paradise an auspice
of sloughing what needs to be shed emerged from warrior’s asps in
~ Blossoming Hope ~
When threatened by serpent’s pitiless pits with no parachute attached
Peace can be found and acrimonious asperity relieved one small step in
~ Narration and Truth ~
29th April 2018
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Finding the plot
Of lost innocence
engrained in untold memories
The silenced absence
in past present unspoken
stories well hidden
and therefore evoking
my past and my future
not mine and mine
Quite a mind-field
mines bombs blazing
artillery burning houses
My antecedent shelter of
generational tapestry
knotted not knotted
attached and attacked
in hindsight myopic
insight reflection distortion
Existential vertigo
imagination fictitious
'memesis' narrational
irrational in
un-disclosing reality
Approximation of personal
truth and forgetting
un-kown remembrance
what was and was not
what might have been
unsettling my journey
reconcilling projections
more real than the void
of silence screaming
Two photographs
unearthed post mortem
heritage disbelieving
acknowledgment in
second order ties that
bind generations
for later or worse
in not so new
beginnings
The baby-faced soldier
volunteered for fascist
idealised purity
insignia “Lebensraum”
in mind soul grenades
Mastering marches and race
for books to be burnt and bodies
alike the stench of 'smeltering'
flesh concentrated ashes
on the graveyard of living
hell horror abomination
Mislead but never
the less culpable
in complicity of non
resistance and passion
Small steps from juvenile
prodigy as child radio
speaker in brown shorts
and obedience
deluded megalomania
Meeting Mussolini
“Heil Hitler my Duce”
surviving Russian winters
of lice infested power
pulverised bodies
ideological mind
This is my history
my baby-faced father
wielding the guns
My mother instead
diving from high platforms
somersaulting into the pools
of water not yet turned
to blood of skins
into lampshades
bayonetted children
dispatched from
dignity freedom
in aberrated inhumanity
She was a champion
of the Reich
winning her laurels
in aesthetic beauty
representing
regime terror crashed crystals
of synagogues gay friendships
political cells
Roma wagons mental
asylums with refuge
refused in annihilation
exterminated in denial
and no mutiny displayed
Later saving roofs from
the fires of retaliation
suffering no doubt
in misplaced childhood
not yet knowing defeat
for a better world to be
dreamt of naively
Beautiful plaits wanting eyes
graceful in innocence of
a story unfolding
inside and around
etching into
the moment of
ancestral procreation
My history again
and insights lost never found
behind the veil and defence
of post-traumatic perpetration
cynical acceptance of what
has been regardless of
what was not to be disclosed
responsibility shunned
oozing into the next
generation of children
Never found plots
in aphonic dialogue
shouting so loudly
into the festering wounds
of un-explicable sadness
marching boots
of complicity
I have not walked
in history’s shoes
just in the silence
My own offspring...
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Romance Day And Night
How the Romans played their moonlit dreams
splashing out near viaducts of love I can only
wonder same as with knights in shining armour
or rather without when the Ages seemed dark
and oriental spices called for senses and beyond
Roma and Sinti travelling with passion in horse drawn
wagons moved to the tune of lute flute fruit and delirious
fires I suppose howling with wolves or howling without
I am also a bit of a traveller enchanted by foreign
lands and customs and my gorgeous lover is the Gipsy
Queen of Fairy-Tale-Land with 'Tinker-bells' and
nights in white satin embraced and embroidered as
we attune our chords and accords in tune with what is
as the sizzling romance preludes from the rise of the sun
Sometimes we travel on our own and distance makes
the heart long for even longer and deeper longing and
so on my journey to Egypt a bazar for tapestry fabric
mosaic textures and patterns called for my visit
Here a kind Muslim woman a gentle soul veiled and
covered with culture decency aura and soul offered
to advise me on night dress with frills and imprinted
desire for my wife’s curves and compassion a courteous
dignified transaction with respect and knowledge for
romance and a thousand and two Arabian nights
What plays in the night stays in the night when skin
touches skin and states of dress and undress reflect
the journey together through bright stars and in sparkle
when we move to rainbows and horizons images in love
I have travelled the world saw the ‘Harem’ in Topkapi
the back streets of Hamburg ‘Hamams’ in Bagdadh
‘Passiflora’ and ‘Hamamelis Virginiana’ in the gardens
of plenty and mystic depictions Kama Sutra and all
Celibate monks and virtuous nuns have shown me
temples monasteries ruins natural wonders and
the Taj Mahal at full moon equalled some grandest
of canyons effervescent springs and the valleys of love
Apart from my lover exploring such sights is the most majestic
teacher and leader far sighted druid sage and romantic
and many misconceptions can fall and come brittle when
we mix and we mingle with others on far away grounds
and the feminine shopkeeperes in Cairo led me some
way and dissembled some more prejudice in this instance
not just what buying lingerie in the Levant could be like
but how women of the world can be both quite agentic
sensual and empowered when seen through their very
own lens harmony preview perception beliefs and not with
distortion of macho controlled domination's limited margins
The 'half mooned' veiled women who transacted silken
see-through garments for your senses’ heights and
and for mine while covered and decent blew gently
away covert racism sexism gender-ism ism in general
an overt overture away from silhouettes of insanity
Coming home coming over overcoming all those isms
in this crazy controlling misguided world we live in is
an antidote to aggression skinning and feuds and in the
magic of our miraculous dreams an exquisite requisite
and ensemble for what becomes 'loving it better' and
for romancing and dancing heartfelt romance in the night
01st August 2016
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Archetypes flash straight from a pack of Tarot cards
anti-terror Jing Jang synthesis with neuro-spiritual precision
implants explosive animation from the deep unknown
like a taro rootstock growing wings to fly with found suspension
Stereotactic stereotypes archetypes semi-circling soothing storm clouds
thunderbolts and enlightening darkness are my enema of anxious anger critique
of the mono-morph collision of the scalpel shadow ‘Prozacian’ nemesis
neology of ‘animusity’ of ‘newfoundlandel’ comprehension
Dialectical complementation rises higher and higher culminates in
ethereal transcendence where collective personal unconscious
presents my animus in wishful thinking and projections as
soft and gentle revel rebel raising entropy in tender conservation to escape from
Dogma categorically demanding artificial classification replacing with dimension
flow and rivers stagnant pools of stream of consciousness evading
sexist fragmentation disenfranchising marginalisation assigning male
and female emasculated o-variation where seminal origin implantation
Precedes nurture socialised indoctrination assignment of celibate promiscuity
My animus refuses to accept in emotional rejection whether Jung and I read
symbols from the same page or not of masques façades and liberated self
where academic artistry split hairs and personality for the premise of debate
I am a rebel and claim no higher lower ground of superior distension
He or she who animates friendly animosity is right and incorrect whatever
common ground belies the provocation I propose but possibly my
presentation of what others mean in kindness is too neutral neuters psyche
While anima and animus illustrate conclude a symbiotic destination
the starting point of this and that left right up above and side by side
is far too circular an argument when we should start not end in union
Male and female are constructions of disparity of power and repression
Archetypes are not therefore I am
11th June 2016
Animus-Anima Part II—Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsor Tom Quigley
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
|
Details |
Kai Michael Neumann Poem
Shadow Play
While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania
Jung after killing the father figure sits with and under shadows
gathers the zenith of clouds rays collects collective conscience
unconsciousness retrieves ancient symbols propagates mythical
archetypes to archetypical conclusions reflects tainted sunshine
He forges gently I surmise poles and vaults of contradictions
opposites polar juxtapositions seemingly un-mutual mysteries
and ponders light and darkness tearing torn apart thus healing
in the complementing contrast of void change completeness
Where Freud posits polymorph perversity bit by sexual bitter
sweet bit in a bid for so called science of mind over matter Jung
morphs perpetual change crafted and cast through a different
lens admits to poetic licence narration oral traditions and growth
Erection in mind not of the penis castrated in fear not envious of
phallic dominance over clitoral defence wombs groomed entombed
by guilt transgression sexual submission shallow anal oral penile
ossification of flaccid resurrection Jung begs and offers to differ
In complex incomplete never-ending search a path from change to
change and beyond dialectical synthesis played enacted in parallel
processes and progressive psychological drama of a different kind
he much kinder more reflective less regressive and adventurous
Lets shadows erect and paint play dance reflect and move on
16th August
Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2016
|
|