saying #1The truth can be told by one,but one needs a second to tell a lie.~Benny Temmerman, 2012
Valentine's textingI've known you for a whileand with that lovely smileyou're looking at meSo I ask if I maydo you want to bemy valentine today?
unwritten, unspoken, unsaidSilent waters run deep,while fainting wavescarry a passionate message,whispered by the shy wind:Close your eyes and you will see itCover your ears and you will hear itShut your mouth and you will say itBecause only your heartcan recognize the sincerityof another heart.2012, Benny Temmerman
You're not alone in this fightKeep your head up and stand tall,cause you'd be god if you knew it all.just be the demi-god that you are nowand all pieces will fall in place somehow.
A desperate call from OsloThe clock keeps on ticking.tick, tockHate is building up,slowly burning every bit of humanity.Feel the heata call for HELP!From a bunch of innocents.Every one of them,waiting .. .. ..Just to be found as casualty.This act so foul,so foul that no words,can describe it at all.All help is frozen.None heard the call.
What's the noise about?A silent whisperthrough the night.Surroundings are dark,amplifying the might,the POWER of sound.Slowly fading like a wave.Flowing onto the sandWhich falls, slowly,through the hourglasstime keeps runnin on
Evergreen tankahanging a wreath and stockingsdecorating the housemy father never sawhow grief would lingeryear after year
Cheers?‘tis the seasondecree to be joyousharsh realityno reason for manyfor some, little joy
CCLXXXVIsaplingsbent with snow...getting old
The MirrorLook in the mirrorHeart breaks as I start to weepMy bully stares back
see the lady - evolutionarily- a tanka -impact of beauty:on him - mute inhalationon her - advantageas it is in distaff Springso it shall be in his fallllp - dA - dec2014
HomeThe cold wind beats at my window as the snow swirls and whirls, dancing to its beat. I sit in my old overstuffed armchair; a hot cup cradled in my hand, held up to my face, warming my nose and fogging up my glasses. Over my knee a blanket lies, my toes trapping it so as not to lose it to the floor. In this lament, in my favourite spot I dare not move, surveying my kingdom in comfort.Overstuffed armchairHas taken me prisoner,My throne in my home.
haiku #1A calming stream flowsdreaming of success in lifecontinuously