the common medlar ; forgotten sweetness… (but in my garden)


I love you, rotten, Delicious rottenness. I love to suck you out from your skins So brown and soft and coming suave, So morbid, as the Italians say. What a rare, powerful, reminiscent flavour Comes out of your falling through the stages of decay: Stream within stream. Something of the same flavour as Syracusan muscat wine …

I’m on picture :-)


The sun sought thy dim bed and brought forth light, The sciences were sucklings at thy breast; When all the world was young in pregnant night Thy slaves toiled at thy monumental best. Thou ancient treasure-land, thou modern prize, New peoples marvel at thy pyramids! The years roll on, thy sphinx of riddle eyes Watches …

Do not shop while hungry !


Yup, I did it again; went shopping while hungry I even stood at the deli counter, contemplating whether or not I should buy a bit, a taste of Lebanon bologna and liverwurst, maybe a bit of strong swiss, a slice or two of dark pumpernickel a pickle from a barrel But I didn’t buy those, …

Hidden Treasures!


YES, Lieven is back! “The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed;­ The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed. And days may pass in gay confusion, And nights in rosy riot fly, While, lost in Fame’s or Wealth’s illusion, The memory of the Past …

If’n only I’d knewed!


  Here’s an immortal poem that I want to share with you, brought to my attention by my late grandfather, a wise man, if ever there was one: “If” by Rudyard Kipling. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself …

River of Dreams


Dreams are born in misty mountains of somnolence Trickling streams of spindled fingered silver fluid light Crystalline clear from rain and dew untainted by reality Tributaries of hope the vapoured trails flow relentlessly on Ever downwards through the haunting valleys of midnight Growing, leaping rippling, stumbling over rocks of destiny Through lush gardens of rich …

Field of War


I’m stood here in a field of mud Covered in a comrade’s blood I wear the soldier’s uniform But I was not a soldier born We fight our chosen foe all day We leave our dead to rot away We launch attack and then retreat Blood oozes out beneath our feet Our backs are up …

Kamal


Kamal, soon will come your soul’s creation From darkness that has ever been your home Today will mark the end of your frustration The mortal world will then be yours to roam Kamal, now is the time for your salvation Cocooned within your embryonic tomb The seismic echoes of your incarnation Are rebounding to guide …

The West Wind Whispered


I dreamed I was fighting for my country I dreamed of the cannon’s mighty roar A soldier boy in blue, a dream come true Defending my sweet homeland in a war I dreamed of a compound on the hillside And of a flag that fluttered in the breeze I heard myself cry as the bullets …

Midnight Moonlight


Midnight, moonlight, lost in the black night The headless horseman is coming up the road You’re shaking, shivering, quivering in fright He might take you off to Satan’s dark abode Crouching, creeping, oppression is sweeping A grey mist encompassing everything around The sorrowful sound of a young girl weeping The manic laughter around you does …

Jaded Angels


I am knelt in supplication in a vast cathedral hall I feel the shards of angst firing deep into my soul I raise my eyes to search for a god of purest love I see only jaded angels in the tapestry above Communion candles burn and emit a spectral light casting dancing shadows in this …

Once Upon A Festival – Laarne 2010 and 2011


The last, late guest To the gate we followed; Goodbye — and the rest The night-wind swallowed. House, garden, street, Lay tenfold gloomy, Where accents sweet Had made music to me. It was but a feast With the dark coming on; I was but a guest — And now, all’s gone. Miss ya all (OUAF …

Affection by Lindell Vecchio


Affection by Lindell Vecchio. I did not get this the first time I read it, but then I did not have my brain switched on. After having read it a second time, I must admit that I find this piece of poetry intriguing, endearing and alas very true. * * * Related articles Affection by …

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I am the Raven con of the world spirit of blood and mire; signal to the death, the awakening before the coming. I am the Owl a reincarnation of a fed Rat a wise soul searching – loving; I find youth during their revelation, and then take the responsibility, of explaining away the exodus. And …