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A thousand flickers of light can create a feeling of euphoria.
The rememberance of happiness is when a few of those lights remain flickering.

This is how I feel with friends.
Those flickers can appear within your eyesight no matter where you may move to in life.

The ones that you can rely on, won’t dimmer out, is where the true essence of happiness remains.
The ones guiding you with their light are the ones that keep us sane even in the toughest times.

The ones who light up like a supernova, are the ones that keep us pressing on.

Copyright © 2009 by Adam van Geuns

The Aristocratic War.

A lone burgundy poppy, amongst the weed on
verge of the lane remembers World War 1,
few wars- this so romantic English war- are as
well recorded. Verdun and stinking mud, many
poems written (not that verses ever stopped
the juggernaut of war.) Plinths and cenotaph,
statues of generals -covered in bird droppings-
astride bronze horses, in every town. Lest we
forget that this is the only war where the upper
classes died, on the battlefield, in equal numbers
as the common soldier. and that, I suspect, is
why it is so well documented.

The Vengeance

There is no war it is all happening on TV, for our
entertainment, I look out of the window and see
no dead bodies, no blood or bombed buildings,
or soldiers prancing about, except Pedro coming
back after hunting rabbits. He hates rabbits since
one chased him and bit his bum, he was twelve
at the time but the indignity made him malicious.

He hunts rabbits in the morning, they hear him
come and hide in burrows, except for the unwise
that think they can make play hide and seek with
him. Pedro is a crack shot and at times bag one,
which is good for us, had he always missed his
hatred may have grown to include us and the war
would move from the TV screen on to our street.

Recession

“To stimulate the economy one has to spend,”
the economist on TV, said looking directly at
me. Contemplating this I went for a walk, and
found on the road side a tiny mouse, on its
back pink feet in the air, pointed snout, mouth
open showing cute little teeth; thought it was
dead picked it up, in my hand it came alive it
had only been stunned by rain. Roman soldiers
used to eat deep fried mice as snacks- must
have been lots of mice back then- This scene
that could have brought tears to the eyes of
harp playing angels, had been observed by
a craven raven in a carob tree, as I walked off
it swooped. Later that day I drove into town
moved the economy and bought a copy pen.

Once Upon a time when not much was mine there lived a man,
He had two eyes, one nose, and two mouths.
They called him the median man.
All that he ever did was pushed towards the center,
When he spoke he was no ones mentor,
And when he wrote, his words were those of a centaur.

Travelling around on his hind legs
He often saw the gentleman’s club
And often ended up in his lonesome tub.
While soaking away his insecurities and fears,
His inner thoughts were controlled by gears,
They revolved on axles that creating his ancient tears.

While staring starry eyed into his reflection,
He deeply studied all the parcels that created his complexion.
Was there life within this withered leaf?
Or a man who had lost all of his beliefs,
Through societies obscurities and unknown relics.
One would say this man was timid,
Or perhaps very sad yet vivid.

He spoke through his snarling flaming breaths:
Ode to those who judge and write what they have not yet began to visit,
And shame on those who sit around in transit.
A tear to those who have but a tear to cry and a soul inside to fly.
I’ve been born, I have sinned, I am hate, and I am all that is too late!

The Visitor

When I woke up in the night I saw him standing
in the doorway giggling devilishly at me, I got
out of bed and screamed: ”Not Now!” Grabbed
a picture from the wall, ( a painting of Jesus on
the cross) and threw it after him.

The frame hit him square on his forehead, blood
oozed down his hairy body, a pool on the floor,
slimy liquid full of worms, wriggling maggots and
venomous snakes that swayed and hissed to their
master’s horrid laughter.

A stir in the air the fiend became a grey dissipating
mist and the echo of his giggles faded into silence.
In the morning I found the broken frame and glass,
softly picked the saviour up and rinsed him under
the kitchen sink.

God’s Little Acre

On a land abandoned by man and behind
an ancient stonewall I saw a Frisian cow.
Not many of those around here, I walked
over to have a look, the ruminant was now
a boulder. I touched it, still warm; looked
up and around, someone was ribbing me.
Walked off looking nonchalant, but quickly
turned to have another look, the big stone
had turned into a grazing Frisian again and
drab olive trees had silver leaves.
I smiled and shook my head, this ongoing
joking between us, I’m old enough to keep
this a secret and, anyway, it is not easy to
talk about shadowboxing.

Starting off young and new
There’s so much to do
You have lots to learn
to tell your parents
chatting away
your day
once you’re finish
you watch or you play
outside
till dinner time
sleep
and mum or dad
prepared you for the next day.

As you start to be
a little more independant
your homework
a little more differcult
than early times
whether you’re learning
Maori to being a role model
Enviroment being care for
or not to get stuck in
the same class
as the previous year
being in the middle
is never fun
at least there’s rewards.

You’ve entered the intermediate
where you’re one
of the big kids
Every Tuesday you
prepared for high school
Leadership is your role
Teaching young ones
right to wrong
it’s complicated
but not too bad
as high school
Once you’ve finish
you’re a nervous wreck
on your first day
of High School.

So much to do
in so little time
Time is a blur
When your a little boy or girl
Friends come & go
or they stay
each year you’re there
but in the end
you friends
helps you
to create a easier life

Written by Maria
Copyrights 2008

The crock

The small lake in the vale is muddy brown and
I see what looks like an uprooted tree floating
in the middle, the tree disappears and the water
ripples like it suddenly feels cold. There has
been rumours about sheep disappearing when
grazing near the lake but since there is a good
road nearby, rustlers have been blamed; mind,
dogs too have vanished and no self-respecting
thieve can possible be interested in our motley
canines. The breeze that made the water ripple
has died out and in sharp spring sunlight I can
see the tree again, but it seems to be lower in
the water. The lake gets smaller and browner
every year less rain falls now then in the past,
a few years hence it will be a piece of dry land
and a dusty crocodile.

While travelling down the streets walked by many men before me,
It is clear that things have not been sacred ever since Adam met Eve.
How did an apple change our lives forever?
Was it red or green?
Was it as precious as ones name?
Or as precious as those who seek fame?

How could evil be a symbol?
Isn’t evil a seed planted from birth?
Or a serpent that at times slithers through all of our veins?

When was it that a saint was celebrated to a point when one faints?
Did St. Patrick want us to spin a wheel?
And intoxicate our minds until we can no longer feel?
Isn’t green a symbol of riches?
Last I checked we all end up in ditches.

When did all these intellectuals walk in the room?
They use their words just as a broom,
Why do they sweep their dust in mind?
When all that I see are lines that are blind.

When did a word contain so many meanings?
While a plain picture destroys countless feelings.
What is right and what is wrong, with to flying birds that whisper their song?
When did the style of my pants begin to matter?
Perhaps when the media began to structure one’s manner.

When did a poem contain so many meanings?
While one judges what no one is seeing.
When did a man begin to sit by a corner?
While all those around him add to disorder.
How did it happen that one gave all that they had?
And by the end of their life, had finished so sad.

I’m merely watching TV when I hear knock, I get u who I wonder I look at the clock, at this time I think as I walk, I open the door in surprise I gawk, 4 a min I do n she mocks, I smile I laugh a little and I ask, what’s wrong as I help her relax, she seemed scared bout the facts, she doesn’t answer but wants 2 no, can she cum in 4 the night though, I answer wit yea 2 calm her flow, as I’m fixing tee she tells me, the lights are off at my Crib in Miami, and wit that guy who escaped jail, I’m scared until police tell, he’s back in his cell, she drinks and 2 make her feel well, I say u can stay as long as possible, until u feel comfortable, I tell her lets get sum sleep r u able, I ask she says yea thank u a lot, I really need u I hoped u never thought, that we weren’t friends, I smile n I suggest as it ends, looks like were both finished so, I put them Wit the dirty dish and we go, 2 my room n I turn off the TV not the lights, she takes off her clothes I avert my eyes, she says what never seen a half naked lady ever, I laugh a little n say I’m gona take a shower, she say ok I’m gona b asleep in the our, I go in the bathroom I run the water, I take of my clothes n hop in, I shower wash den I feel something, feels like there’s sum1 else then, hands slowly cum around my waist When, I turn around its her and, she looks up slowly, slowly she looks at my eyes passionately, I don’t even think twice obviously, I lean in for kiss she comes 2 me only then n suddenly, do our lips cum 2 meet, den do our eyes close slowly, bringing each other more closely, wrapping my arms around her so do she, her arms around me, around my neck den stopping, still grasping but not kissing, eyes still close noses Touching, stopped only 2 c what were doing, I breath I ask I say, your lights never went off did they, she nods a horizontal way, after one long passionate kiss, I give her a slow twist, I hold her wit arms around her waist, 4om the back wit our fingers laced, opening our eyes I grab the dove, I rub her wit it wit love, we step under the shower completely, we help each other wash off slowly, I shut off the water, I get my towel n give it 2 her, and I dry off wit another, she wraps her self in something soft, den she takes it off, then she says cum here, I take mines off n I’m deer, we start 2 complete what we didn’t finish, we take it 2 my room 2 beta accomplish, on my bed she lays on her back, at her stomach is were I act, I kiss 4om there and move upward, slowly to cater her desires, now at her Neck now her lips, she gasp and I grab her hips, I slide my hands down 2 her thighs, n lift her leg in the sky, but she uses her legs 2 wrap me, so I take her hands above she, and I go slowly n sensually, wit us still tong tying, I go on both of us moaning, n hour what felt like many tonight, hearing only our sounds in the moon light, the breath the grasping the name calling, the loving the moving the desiring, the feeling Will not stop but we do, our love will last I hold my boo, it was another night between us 2, now were cuddling “I love u”, I say 2 her “I love u 2″, she says 2 her sexy boo