ein haiku schreiben,

von klängen, wasser und frosch...

wie furchtlos wär ich

tirade, glücklos,

schmarotzer und scharlatan,

im frühlingsregen...

Nur ein Kommentargedicht

. . ..

between bloody coughs

a bird's rhythmical knocking?

the old doctor's car

ein großartiges lesevergnügen - Old Pajamas - a good read



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god is
the most
misunderstood...
mistreated...
abused
design
man
has been able
to create...

a design,
which is
adored,
glorified,
amplified,
magnified by myriads
of believers,
true minds,
innocent minds,
who just
know
he is there...
who feel
his presence
who embrace
his power
who feed on his glory
and suck his creed...

and feel strong and light and enlightened by the vision of being close to him...

doesn't that prove H I S EXISTENCE?