POETRY
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Liquid Diamonds
Diamonds are pouring down
There is no stopping them
These diamonds are priceless
They are not from the mines of Africa
They are as deep as Cohen’s poesy
Past tries to forget
Present bears it, just
Future ponders what will be
Liquid diamonds are streaming down
You try to gather them but to no avail
They just run away like mercury
Mind in utter havoc
Trapped in the desert island
Sinking feeling
Gut wrenched with agony
Heart devoid of love but longing for one
Untold regrets of all descriptions.
There is no stopping them
These diamonds are priceless
They are not from the mines of Africa
They are as deep as Cohen’s poesy
Past tries to forget
Present bears it, just
Future ponders what will be
Liquid diamonds are streaming down
You try to gather them but to no avail
They just run away like mercury
Mind in utter havoc
Trapped in the desert island
Sinking feeling
Gut wrenched with agony
Heart devoid of love but longing for one
Untold regrets of all descriptions.
Limassol, November 2016
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Greed is a Bad Malady
Sitting there like a Cheshire cat
Tummy full with a knavish smile
Feeling all superior and untouchable
Watching the world from on high
Building your empire like a Pharaoh
On honest people’s misfortune
Trapped in thy pitiful world
Pyramid is the amassed tomb of yours
Oblivious to the actual universe
You have a mechanical heart
A computerised digital brain
Empathy is alien in this body of work.
Tummy full with a knavish smile
Feeling all superior and untouchable
Watching the world from on high
Building your empire like a Pharaoh
On honest people’s misfortune
Trapped in thy pitiful world
Pyramid is the amassed tomb of yours
Oblivious to the actual universe
You have a mechanical heart
A computerised digital brain
Empathy is alien in this body of work.
Limassol, October 2016
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Travellers
Paintings off the walls
Bare walls
Stripped thoughts
Silence creeping in
Five years yearned for green fields
Dreamt of rolling water in the streams
Hosed the windows to create the rain effect
Present at times, the make-believe world
Suitcases strewn everywhere
Spot shoots a disapproving look
He walks around smelling them
And after a while wags his tail and leaves the stage
Travellers we are
Destined by choice, necessity and whim
Memories like good friends always with us
Time has come to fly like a bird.
Bare walls
Stripped thoughts
Silence creeping in
Five years yearned for green fields
Dreamt of rolling water in the streams
Hosed the windows to create the rain effect
Present at times, the make-believe world
Suitcases strewn everywhere
Spot shoots a disapproving look
He walks around smelling them
And after a while wags his tail and leaves the stage
Travellers we are
Destined by choice, necessity and whim
Memories like good friends always with us
Time has come to fly like a bird.
Doha, July 2016
Copyright © Pepi Martin
A Shattered Dream
So she says to herself
Be kind to yourself
After all you cannot mend
A shattered dream
A basket full of flowers
These are like no other
They are called ‘Why’s, ‘How’s and ‘If Only’s
Scent absent and of a rigid nature
Have to get rid of these tangled thoughts
Takes the crystal vase
Fills it with eternal water
Arranges damask roses, freesias and lily of the valleys
She is trying to mend her broken heart
Ancient Japanese kintsugi* is in mind
How she wished she could imply this
So many fragments so many tears
Where to begin and where to end?
*Art of repairing broken pottery with a special lacquer mixed with gold, silver or platinum.
Be kind to yourself
After all you cannot mend
A shattered dream
A basket full of flowers
These are like no other
They are called ‘Why’s, ‘How’s and ‘If Only’s
Scent absent and of a rigid nature
Have to get rid of these tangled thoughts
Takes the crystal vase
Fills it with eternal water
Arranges damask roses, freesias and lily of the valleys
She is trying to mend her broken heart
Ancient Japanese kintsugi* is in mind
How she wished she could imply this
So many fragments so many tears
Where to begin and where to end?
*Art of repairing broken pottery with a special lacquer mixed with gold, silver or platinum.
Doha, May 2016
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Tome
So I ask you kindly
Please let me step into your world
Take me away from here and now
This present I find rather overwhelming
Guide me to lands that I have never been
Where the shimmering sun showers gold dust
Where moody moon spreads light
And speckled stars follow suit
This reality has shaped fiction
The names and places altered
Extremes of bliss and clamour brought in
I wonder what am I in search of ?
In a chapter
A kitten full of mirth is after a butterfly
So innocent and naïve
No boundaries but sheer joy
Chasing an impossible dream
In another
A dog chasing his tail
Round and round
Giddy in pursuit
A lost planet in orbit
As a newcomer who wants to fit in
I wish to be part of the plot and mingle in
Be in the past rather than the future
The cosy past vs. the unknown hereafter
Share with me the untold
Teach me the ways and by-ways
This place you take me is my refuge
Maybe I’ll choose to remain on a certain page.
Please let me step into your world
Take me away from here and now
This present I find rather overwhelming
Guide me to lands that I have never been
Where the shimmering sun showers gold dust
Where moody moon spreads light
And speckled stars follow suit
This reality has shaped fiction
The names and places altered
Extremes of bliss and clamour brought in
I wonder what am I in search of ?
In a chapter
A kitten full of mirth is after a butterfly
So innocent and naïve
No boundaries but sheer joy
Chasing an impossible dream
In another
A dog chasing his tail
Round and round
Giddy in pursuit
A lost planet in orbit
As a newcomer who wants to fit in
I wish to be part of the plot and mingle in
Be in the past rather than the future
The cosy past vs. the unknown hereafter
Share with me the untold
Teach me the ways and by-ways
This place you take me is my refuge
Maybe I’ll choose to remain on a certain page.
Doha, March 2016
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Life
Some like shades of blue
No one is free of the blues
They come my way at times, too
They tend to lurk in a corner
I tell them to leave me alone
I get up and get on with my life
Life is there to live
It is like a playground ride
If we don’t have the lows
How are we going to delight in the highs?
Let’s not begrudge others
No one lives in a bed of roses
No one is blessed with happiness 24/7
Life is a testimonial
We are here to make this voyage
It’s a road to be traversed.
No one is free of the blues
They come my way at times, too
They tend to lurk in a corner
I tell them to leave me alone
I get up and get on with my life
Life is there to live
It is like a playground ride
If we don’t have the lows
How are we going to delight in the highs?
Let’s not begrudge others
No one lives in a bed of roses
No one is blessed with happiness 24/7
Life is a testimonial
We are here to make this voyage
It’s a road to be traversed.
Doha, January 2016
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Copyright © Pepi Martin
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