umbrella of love

Umbrella of Love. If you drive along the asphalted narrow road that runs Parallel with the vine plants, turn left, you will see A muddy road more like a track now after rain, From here you have to walk till you see a quiet little Corner where two stone walls meet; and you will See- not a great deal- the place I’m going to plant A carob tree comes spring. The reason for the corner Is two brothers who couldn’t agree who of them it Belonged to so they left it untended and with time No one took an interest in weeds and stinging plants. The tree will be in memory of a girl a met a day of rain And she shared her pink umbrella with me. Not a big thing, but I was home from the sea and lost In the big city she gave me the shelter I needed.

sea lion

Sea-Lion I saw a seal in Durban big and sleek and its smile Was wondrous, I think it had green eyes, right, But I’m not a very god swimmer and is sceptical Of water, mermaids and swimming pools. By, chance I saw a sleek woman cleaning a pool And it was morning, she had green or blue or Perhaps brown eyes of the type lionesses have When a lion, has caught a prey it has to give it Up when hyenas come around. Conquests are a hyena’s fare, but it lacks delight And the ability to laugh. The seal from Durban I remember so well, had a hearty laughter and A smile “thousand miles.” Am I getting confused Talking about lions and seals? Not at all but it was A female and she sat my heart aflutter.

the wests fortune

The west’s Fortune In the disappearing evening light the car outside looks like a ogre or a relic of a dead religion, dying headlight, a battery that will not start the car it must be pushed by men who understand that Christianity must be brought back to guard us from strange believes that is alien to our culture. Atheism makes a country weak and insipid, it is in its tolerance willing to accept demands from other faiths that, will if given the opportunity burn our books and ban the culture, that have made us westerners who know the value of justice, even when it fails us. In the name of equality let them burn our cherished book and ask us to believe in a god not belief in God that has lost all meaning, yet I believe we have to hold on to our culture and tradition Christian based as it is, to preserve our identity; for we are people who has suffered through time to reach equilibrium, yet we know we are still a long way from Nirvana

winter jacket

The Warm Jacket Ducks have two sets of feathers outer ones, which are watertight and inner feathers that is soft as a young man’s whispery beard. Ducks are never cold and can waddle a frozen pond with the greatest of ease if not with elegance. I wanted a jacket of duck feathers so I killed five hundred of them and asked my elderly porcelains’ duck to sew me one. In case you wonder I sold the plucked birds to hotels and restaurants. I’m never cold now can walk out in all weather and not feel the cold. Only I do feel like a mass murderer- send him to Hague- so much killing just so I could feel snug. When spring comes I will put the jacket near the lake so ducks can pick feathers that ones belonged to their fore-ducks and make cosy nests for their chicks. My porcelain’s duck tells me that if I had shot two polar bears, I would have had enough soft fur for two jackets and a pair of trousers. Now, why didn’t I think of that?

darkening sorrow

Darkening Sorrow It was a strange summer I wouldn’t say reluctant But rather old fashioned, rather like an old man Crossing the farm yard with a slice of bread in his Hand to give to the horse by the wooden fence. It was not a summer that will be remembered by Bathers by the beach, the sea was cold that year Often there were bands of cerulean silk scarves On the sky keeping the day from being too hot. We walked everyday although our walks became Shorter and we didn’t go to the river as usual. You had gone in September and I had got a buyer For the house, alone it was pointless living there. I will be moving into an idyllic home for the aged, And from the window see your resting place.

black ghettoes

Black Ghettoes So now they are burning down small shop they use daily use in rightful anger. The police are mostly white in a black neighbourhood which does not goes down well Bloody guns you may say, but everyone is armed. But my thought was of the poor black people which now have to go a long way to shop, since it appears they burnt down their own cars too. It seems to me Afro-Americans have sunk into a hole of delayed slavery depression, and struggle to get up and fight back, not with guns, but education. Black young man with pistol wants the good things in life, but only find early death or a prison cell. Pandering to this we must not, there is a limit even for grave historical injustices, it is time to break the chains of the past and be free men again.

not socially inclined

Not socially inclined We drove to Cascais for two days holiday at a posh hotel and I promptly fell ill a sort of fever I do not travel well. My wife and her extended family had a swell time, while I shivered under three blankets and claimed the air condition was sat to freezing. On the third day I arose, had solid breakfast no had seen anyone recover so quickly, it is I said because I’m a Norwegian After breakfast and packed suitcases time for goodbyes, lots of kissing and hugs and they all hoped I would be better next year.