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October 2015 Issue of Ygdrasil

October 2015 Issue of Ygdrasil

Cover of Ygdrasil - Klaus J. Gerken

The October 2015 Issue of Ygdrasil,  featuring work by David Flynn, Donal Mahoney, Bill Yarrow, Averil Bones, Lana Bella, and Simon Seamount is now available at http://users.synapse.net/kgerken …

 

new song:

fukijama clean

dont try to crawl through my window
its covered with anti-radiation lead
i wouldnt want my food to get contaminated
because i might somehow in the future end up dead

i have plastic seat covers
in my car and in my home
dont want to get a virus
dont want to get that stoned

there’s fourty miles of garbage
between the sea and me
lord let some others have it
and drink that cup of tea

i have my own organic garden
the dirts so very pristine
my carots cant be purer
than fukijama clean

so
dont try to crawl through my window
its covered with anti-radiation lead
i wouldnt want my food to get contaminated
because i might somehow in the future end up dead

kjg 310am 1 oct 2015

 

STOP PRETENDING

There is no truth,
never was,
and never will be:

I haven’t got a clue
what reality is,
and neither do you.

kjg 1125pm 30 sep 2015

 

drunkard’s song

i need a bottle get me sobre
and a bottle to get me drunk
the window to the sidewalk
is my empty traveling trunk

but i have no place i’m going
and I don’t remember where i’ve been
so bring another bottle
and send me one more dream…

kjg 30 sep 2015

 

otherwise

i am who i am
i cant be any other
otherwise id be a lie
i am who i am – i

and who are you
are you you too
or are you just a definition
by another

seems strange to me
that we rely
so much on the great lie
that isn’t ‘i’ at all

so be it
theres you out there
and me in here
simple case of logic

nowhere there
nowhere here
i am i
you are you

i guess
unless
you tell me
otherwise

simple really
either this
or either that
unless its not my hat

kjg 1011am 10 sep 2015

 

September 1988 (Just after we moved to Constitution), Admiral Martin presenting me with an award for implementing the Report Management Distribution System (RMDS) for the DND Central Computation Pay System (CCPS).

Foto of Klaus J Gerken and Admiral Martin in September 1988

Photo of Jazzie watching TV …

Photo of Jazzie watching TV

Photo of Klaus J. Gerken in 1979

Photo of Klaus J. Gerken in 1979

  1. September 2015

As of today Ygdrasil has 48,017 readers in 1997 cities/towns in 123 countries on this planet.

 

One of the few awards that DND gave me I feel pretty good about. Only 16 people in Canada have one. Still don’t quite know what I got it for thought…

Photo of the award "For excellence"

 

Some photos from a long time ago…5…found it in a box….

Photo of the Award to Klaus J. Gerken by the Government of Canada

 

My Love

Klaus J. Gerken

 

 

 

My love’s a silver bird
Sparkles when she’s heard
Never gives me anything
Except her ring to pawn

My love’s a gentle fawn
Runs barefoot on the lawn
Drops a hint that no one gets
And vanishes at dawn

She tells me there’s no hope for
The future or the past
Says we should love the moments
Without remorse or fuss

The sky’s a sea of twilight
My love is in the skies
Sparkles like a diamond
Or a thousand fireflies

She harbours no commitment
To herself and others
Walks away like Venus
In the shadow of a dove.

KJG 1155am 22 Jan 2013

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Indigo Hotel

Klaus J. Gerken

 

 

 

down o’connor street
across from the public library
is the indigo hotel
advertising “the tao of comfort”
for its clientele

i have always thought
being only 5 blocks away
from parliament hill
it would make a great
setting for a novel of
intrigue

yet nothing ever happens there
or does it
it stands unassuming
in the centre of the city
in what used to be
the old YMCA building
where in the 60’s and 70’s
drug deals used to be a
daily occurrence
and the homeless hopeless
gathered for a free meal
on holidays

larry an aid
at a local hospital
lived there the summer
of 1970
we sometime hung out together
sharing a bottle of wine
by the canal
on the National Arts Centre grounds
with other “hippies” of the day
there was little else to do
sometimes share our art and
read our poetry
or played our songs
to a stoned audience
it was the ottawa
summer of love

one day larry told me
he also painted
and i accompanied him to his room
at the ymca to cleck out
some of his canvasses
nothing much
but there was one
of a man running away
from parliament hill
and sticking his head
into a garbage can
filled with discarded
rotting flowers
he said he needed money
and i bought it for
five dollars
then he told me he needed a shot
and took out a syringe
and some white powder
asked me if i wanted some
and i said no i wasn’t
into that so left
with the painting

when i got back to the
canal liz thought i was nuts
for buying the painting
and told me to throw it away
but i don’t destroy art
and took it home to store
among other painting
i had purchased over the years
from local artist

even though it wasn’t very good
i wondered what was behind it
a protest
a message no one understood
a personal hatred for authority
it was after all intriguing

a few months later at the
end of summer larry called
saying he had been in florida
trying to enlist and go to vietnam
and fight the communists
he said he was sick of all this
“hippie stuff” and when he was refused
he came back to ottawa
but he said what he really wanted
was to have his painting back
since he had lost all the other
canvasses he had so said sure
give back my five and i’ll
bring it down thinking
he was staying at the y again
but he wasn’t
he was in a local mental institution
where he was interred
since the day after i bought
the painting from him
after overdosing on heroin

i gave the painting back
for nothing
it was all he had left
and no one ever heard of
or saw him again

i guess the hotel indigo
does have a ghostly past
fit for a poem or a novel
maybe some day
someone will write it

kjg 1144pm 6 oct 2014

Highways

Klaus J. Gerken

(The Alpha Poems)

by Klaus J. Gerken (2003)

http://users.synapse.net/kgerken/HIGHWAYS.txt

A1

A brilliant man once said:
“Alphabet soup is just a piece of cake.”
Now no one knew what it meant, of course,
but it made Groucho Marx cry,
and somehow Mario Lanza was never the same
after they lauded Caruso the greater tenor.
After all, he didn’t slug it out in Night at the Opera
but did die of pleurisy in excruciating pain
needing one more dose of Carnegie Hall,
and all those who shook their jewelry
and brushed the lint from their tuxedos
in a mass of solidarity never knowing
what was sung of what it’s all about.
Of course the unions knew…and those who laughed
riotously at Groucho and gang knew all along
but no one dared to say it for it was too silly,
pretty, and downright irreligious:
“Alphabet soup is just a piece of cake.”
And wouldn’t you know it, of all the letters
there never was an A.

28 July 2003

May 2014 Issue Of Ygdrasil

The May 2014 issue of Ygdrasil is now available at http://users.synapse.net/kgerken

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This months issue presents poems by Dave Shortt, P.C. Vandall, John Grey, Steve Stone, Joseph Farley, Emily Bilman, A.J. Huffman and Greg Schilling.

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