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Slower

I thought that
With children, property
It takes more time to work at
Even a joyous new party

@D

 
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Posted by on 17 June 2013 in Poetry

 

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Striving For Unity = Dictatorial

#LuxMagazine ‘Niet begrepen willen of hoeven worden en niet streven naar eenheid is het wezen van democratie. Streven naar eenheid is in wezen dictatoriaal’

‘Not wanting or needing to be understood and not striving for unity is the core of democracy. Striving for unity is basically dictatorial’

Prof Manuela Kalsky, theologist

So true! I’ve always said it: compulsory striving for unity can only lead to destruction camps. Me, I don’t need to be understood etc. @D

 
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Posted by on 16 June 2013 in Philosophy

 

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Today

I thought that new is delicate
It has nested
Before being tested
It may have a beautiful fate

@D

 
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Posted by on 16 June 2013 in Poetry

 

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Summer

Next week it’ll be Summer
Spring started only two weeks ago
With temperatures just right, I can go
Into the nice season without a bummer

@D

Sloterplas Meer&Vaart 0106201301

 
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Posted by on 15 June 2013 in Poetry

 

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He Said, She Said

Reblogged from helenvalentina:

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He said
A pure moment
Must be captured
And kept still
Like a flower pressed
Against a page

She said
No moment’s pure
All is change
Cannot remain
And will be free
And all the rest’s
Captivity

He said
To find the muse
The artist's way
Is to drink in
Everything and leave
A lesser husk
Behind

She said
To bear the spotlight…

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Great poem & the pic says it all. Thanks for sharing.
 
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Posted by on 14 June 2013 in Borrowed Feathers, Poetry

 

June

By the scent on the stiff wind
The wild roses must be abloom
Thanks to the council’s doom
In our garden none you’ll find

@D

Warzone Garden 1103201302

(Ok, this wasn’t a recent pic, but realistic none the less. Am I sour? You bet.)

 
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Posted by on 13 June 2013 in Poetry

 

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Thank God

Concentration on an overdue job
It returned, I could resume
It’s like turning the knob
To next room

@D

 
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Posted by on 12 June 2013 in Poetry

 

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