F R E S H ~ P O E M S

Lunch Lady

is a good title

for a novel

or a game

or a poem

or a website

or an escort girl

or it is just a snide remark

about the security expert for combat

tanks, militating like a machine gun against some peace pals

         

copy right @ DR Muzar~ ARIEL-ART 2023-02-02

         

copy right @ DR Muzar~ ARIEL-ART 2023-02-02

   You  were looking for a home, you whispered to me

                        You opened another door

          And again I found myself in the crosshairs

         

                    copy right @ cotevet_benotza~ ARIEL-ART 2023-01-23

Agnes likes Animals like Agnus

 

Agnes likes animals like Agnus:

A selection of delightful and tender animals

horses making love or oxen courting cows

in the middle of a cave

she can imagine

the raving cravings of a couple of bats –

Yet, what is it like to be a bat or a rat or a cat

outside Agnes´s chat in a universe that ´s flat?

 

copy right @ D.R. Muzar~ ARIEL-ART 2023-01-20

Terra

 

Over me: my star.

Next to me: my moon.

Both are not too far.

 

This is such a boon.

I am full of life.

Every spot abloom.

 

Flora, Fauna strive

lively everywhere,

magically thrive:

 

Plants, so green and fair.

Gorgeous, my décor.

Wildlife billionaire.

 

In the air, ashore,

in the deepest sea.

Here and there still more.

 

Every piece of me:

Perfectly arranged.

Then the end of glee:

 

Homo sapiens appears

and everything does change.

 

The dawn of a new age.

He talks. Reflects. He makes.

The human, oh, this sage!

 

He hates. He fights. He takes.

He spills much blood.

He causes many aches.

 

I don’t feel fine. Used up.

I’m scarred and soaked in sweat

because it’s way too hot.

 

Oh, human, see the threat!

I’m Terra. What are you?

A „Terran“! Don’t forget:

 

The consequence, it’s true:

If I should meet my death,

then you will do so too.

 

copy right @ Daniela Gesslein ~ ARIEL-ART 2023-01-04

Cogito ego, ergo sum

René Descartes

Braving the Raving

 

These proto-apocalyptical days lie idle,

unbridled like a crying baby in a cradle,

breathing in and breathing out

the hustle and bussle of the tussle of time,

shock-rocked in the arrhythmic swing

of news breaking lose in incursions invasions penetrations,

humming gumming news like sing along songs,

flooding the mind in ever sharper throngs,

frying dying lies, slicing all dice,

cramming the days with the clatters of ting-a-ling-a-ling

 

B U T

 

in the cradle of mulling and thinking it twice

I´m becoming all ears and all eyes,

braving the raving

 

Copy Right @ Amadé Esperer ~ ARIEL-ART 2022-02-22

Themis is Watching

 

Oracle say do not believe in ousouria

Oracle say it´s just okay, it´s smoke in the mirrors

Oracle say you´ll never know if ousia will be

whether Themis isn´t watching

 

new markets pop up

overnight, when the fight just has started

among droning doves, an early morning saw hawk

rise high

 

whole continents below lay bellowing, spread legs

watched bestmen abuse the brittle bride

while Pandora outside lost her beauty bag

no hope to ever recover the stuff

 

Copy Right @ Amadé Esperer ~ ARIEL-ART 2022-02-22