that bench

we were together, forever
sat for hours, morning, noon and night
all was good, it was brilliant, bright
time passed so quickly, rather briskly.
sudden departure after fifty short years
clock stopped, still river of sadness, airborne tears
some frozen in my eyes, unable to blink
can not move any limbs, didn’t want to think
all I want is you and me and we be
sitting together, hand in hand to see sunset
or on a cloudy day, let night set
in motion, inkling of another beautiful day
and I miss you, could you find a bench
at the edge of paradise, I will find it
as long, with your sweet smell it drench
though I am not worthy, except belonging to you
which has kept me true, will let me through
rather quietly, into grand, adorned gates of heaven
leftover years of life, perhaps five, six or seven
of treacherous wait, will end soon
when on heaven’s moon, I see you smiling



Welcome to the dearest, lovely Frühling,
Flowers greeting, ivies curling
Birds tweet the most wonderful song
Fairies are sweetly singing along
Minds thinking glowing beat
Bodies getting desired heat
Trees rustle hymns aloud
Saying good byes to the last cloud
Colours spread mighty wings
Earth hugged with rainbow rings
Smiles, kisses, happiness immense
Hit the gong, let festivities commence

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Now you know where is my new poetry 😉 here is link to my new free ibook:


Here is another one for anyone who cares to read.
The words are not worthy,
dangerous paths I tread,
how long can these be hidden,
how long can I be afraid,
said or unsaid, 
whatever I thought
is in front of you

This one is dedicated to
All the sweetness, laughter, giggles and joy;
which love, infatuation brings to life
mundanity, insanity, order and anarchy
all look superfluous and fake,
when emotions take, the side of time
every golden, platinum dime
become worthless, we count
the countless blessing of emotions
where we would be without you…


(In the context of Catholic Church scandals from the near past, this is not supposed to disrespect the religion but the clergy who runs it and some unnatural rules creating immense psychological issues)

People on earth, look at me
Cross in my hand, authority
Words I speak, are words of God
Ignore your instincts, obey thee
Colour in my eyes, may be lecherous
Your time in church, will be treacherous
Pain you suffer, humiliation you incur
In the name of the Lord, we hit you hard
Altar boys, kneel before me
ignore my insanity, vanity, profanity
Nightmares you have, suicide you crave
I thought you understood
It for your own good,
Our desires need to be fulfilled
You were available,
So you were grilled
Don’t speak up, consequences dire
I will go higher, cardinal aspire
You move along too,
Try to live the life you want to
Throw your empty soul in the bin
I will beg forgiveness for my sins
That is quite fair, church bells ringing
Time for my prayer!!
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Origins are unknown
Yet desire is there to have plenty
Muses lined up at humanity’s door
Everyone wants to know what’s in store
Authors are clueless, poets mute
Absence is fatal, through dagger or shoot
Once arrives, admiration all around
Darling to all, kisses abound
Listening intently, ears to the ground
Smiles too wide, when Inspiration is found

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Citrusy jest

One Lemon to another ‘Yellow sir’
And the other responded ‘yellow to you as well’
First one ‘how are you peeling, what would you like to have’
‘Juice?, lemonade?’ 🙂

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