Category Archives: November 2014

Bitter

 

Klaus J. Gerken

ah i see so many out there
who don’t understand
i am afraid for the world
it’s out of control
the republicans have the senate
and obama’s drowning on appeal
the slaughter of innocents continues
and fear is rampant everywhere
the beautiful people are all gone
or have become slaves of the dalai lama
i am not one to offer a solution
if a song would do i’d gladly sing it
but i am old and wrinkled
and youth must plow the soil themselves
to plant the seeds of tomorrow
there is nothing more for me to say
the truth i have discovered no one wants to hear
and that’s a blessing in disguise
for those who take comfort in the wise

kjg 450am 7 nov 2014

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remembered 1970 moment

Klaus J. Gerken

she said no it wasn’t that way
i said yes it was i was there
she said you are wrong in your opinion
i said i couldn’t be why are you grinning
she said boys are like toys
and the serious ones melt like molasses
i said c’mon now it can’t that bad
maybe we both need new glasses

the november cold wind
blasted rain ‘gainst the pane
and the windows just rattled
perhaps it was clear
we weren’t so dear
after all we both claimed the lost battle

she said yes as i tied my loose shoe
i said no i’m not leaving without it
she threw a big book at the wall take a look
i said no i don’t have to i wrote it
she said men are absurd
they think they control the whole masses
i said really now what can be done
and walked out before the smoke turned to ashes

the november cold wind
blasted rain ‘gainst the pane
and the windows just rattled
perhaps it was clear
we weren’t so dear
after all we both claimed the lost battle

kjg 1247am 7 nov 2014

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I can’t sleep

Klaus J. Gerken

the merry-go-round makes me dizzy
the clowns are like wolverines
the messengers of destruction
flap their golden wings
the walls are flames of madness
dragons of effort reveal their shape
to the savage mind delivered
upon the altar or the stake
i do not tremble without endeavour
i know the future well
it is hollow and it strangles
what professes to be a path
past the graves of time’s repast
nightmares need no sleep to last

kjg 544am 6 nov 2014

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook. Contact him on kgerken@synapse.net and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.

The Library and Archives Canada

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As every issue has been every month since 2000, the November 2014 issue of Ygdrasil has now been archived by the Library and Archives Canada:

http://epe.lac-bac.gc.ca/100/201/300/ygdrasil/index.html

Klaus J. Gerken is on Facebook
Contact him on kgerken@synapse.net and read latest poems in Ygdrasil – a Journal of the poetic Arts.