Oh boy, oh boy

Oh boy, oh boy
Whats been happening
The year flew by
In just a sly

Moment

Yet to all astonishment
I see it clear
Behind me almost
The lessons where
Not least but foremost
A learning venture
Off hot temperature
As I

Mature

And as I stumbled through

2010

I met the one or other Friend
I met some courage
I had some strive
But last not least
I kept my drive...
And fasten seat belts
Here I come
2011
I'll be a fan!

PoeDes©

Burn Witch?

If people think they can do that in the name of God then they

are so wrong. Its just like the churches with their richdom

that get terribly on my nerves. There are so many poor people

in this world suffering! Jesus or God and whoever we

respect in any Religion would not do anything like that. I

think that being a GOOD Christian is being a GOOD Person first

of all, its about sharing and caring and not about killing.

Even today the Bible and other Holy Books are being

misenterpreted. There have been so many Holy Wars aswell, and

what do the Commandments say? Though shallt not KILL!!! Yet

people kill people everyday. What amazes me most of all is

that some people think they can ACT FOR GOD! We cant, we never

have and we never will. People must learn not to be

hypocrites. People must learn to respect what other people

believe! Spirituality we must grow and have much more

understanding for our fellow man who might not be Christian.

People must learn not to be judgemental, because it leads us

nowhere. What we should all remember is that we are all

entwined with each other. From the stars to every living being

on this planet. Any time any tribe, any animal any growing

thing perishes, vanishes from existance we all suffer a great

loss in the chain that binds us together. The Univers is great

and vast and we have a lot to learn. I hope only that everyone

on this planet can be brother and sister, likewise respected

and loved.
I think when we can achieve that, then the Gates

of Heaven will open up and we will understand that we are all

one SPECIES! May these words come to you louder than a

thunderous AMEN!!!

Rivers whispering

There where the rivers whispering runs

Warmed by your eyes more than the sun

Where your gentle hands are holding mine

We sit and talk and tell us what we love

In the river fishes jump with joy

The birds above sing us their lullaby

Oh, how I'd love to be there now

And even, said we not a word all day

Our souls would understand

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Resting Soul

Morning Dew

As I open my eyes

and look into the sky

Summer morning

I'm still yawning

I let my thoughts wander

And thank the Lord

Now and every day

For he showed me love

He gave me strength

And when I'm touched

By emotions

My heart reaches out

And I still stand at my window

Look out at the sky

Think of the Lord and the Paradise

Look at the fields of flowers

In their coat of dew

And again my thoughts

Wander of to you

You Lord of the Heavens

You Lord of the Earth

I thank you for this

Beautiful Paradise

The power and the beauty

Every day

Again and again

Amazing

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Whistle

I just could'nt figure out how Tom was whisteling.
He slightly opend his mouth and whistled tunes without moving his lips.
I was eight at the time and I dont know what I wanted to prove but I guess I needed to show that girls could whistle too.
On my way home from school I got so carried away with practicing whistling just like Tom.
I stopped at an Appartment  building accross the street from the Tennis Court, and went behind the building in to the garden. I sat on a bench and continued my practice.

At three o'clock I heard the churchbell and thought: Oh my god, Grandma must be worried she expected me home at one o'clock.
What was I going to tell her, that I got carried away trying to learn how to whistle, she'd be mad!
I walked to the street. On my way there I met a couple I had an idea. I walked to the couple and said: "Would you mind walking home with me, I am late and Grandma will be so angry, would you be able to explain to her that I practiced how to whistle? The couple laughed whilst I demonstrated what I had taught myself for the last three hours.
To my Grandmothers astonishment  she openend the door to me and two complete strangers. Grandma was looking at me with a stern look on her face. The strangers then told her what happened and Grandma had to laugh.
When the strangers had left Grandma said: "If you ever decide to learn something again on your way home, try not to get carried away so I dont worry, but most of all don't talk to strangers like that! This time you were lucky and they where nice but you never know dear, you never know!"
I did'nt really know what Grandma meant by "you never know..." Later that evening I was listening to the radio, hearing that a little girl got kidnapped!
I got the message!
I was lucky...I whistled away!

PoeDes©

 
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TEARS IN MY EYES

Sometime when I look back
when I look at pictures
on my shelf
tears  run  down my face
for there are so many memories
that never fade from my mind

Now there are only the pictures
no one to touch
though
with all the memories embedded in my mind
I can still feel the touch
of each one I loved
I love

I know the love will never leave
as it has once been
its still clearly here
it has found a place safe
in my heart
in my soul
where all I love sails in freedom

I shall save the love
for you
for me
for everyone
the love that was
the love that comes
no one can come running by and grab it away
from me
its mine to give to you

And even though
one says that love can hurt
I say love cannot hurt
love is a beautiful feeling
sometime its just being there
sharing with others
with a mutual understanding
and caring
about the utter harmony
that lays within
Love

Love is all about sharing
love gives the answer to the question
why am I here
and what do I have to be here for
I am here because of love
and it has been passed down to me by the ancestors

Even love between lovers
cannot hurt
the hurt is only something you self-inflict
because of a loss you cannot bear
but you have to live with it
yet you can drink from the memories
of the moments of love
for even if its not there to touch
it will always touch you

and the tears that run down my face
are not tears of hurt
they are tears of loving memory

I catch them in the cauldron of my hands
I look at them
they sparkle in the light like tiny stars
and in my mind
I make a brew of love for you

tears I wouldn't want to miss them in my eyes
from time to time
because they make me feel alive.

PoeDes©