A part of my life more than 40 years,
we’ve shared love, laughs and also tears,
traveling through all the stuff that came
our bond was there to always remain.
From the start when we had met,
I knew you would try to make all glad,
sharing... – by Ludy Bührs | 6 Views added 3 months ago
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soon as the shadow nears my feet
reaching me the concealment
of my inner existence
the door to light opens
and sharp beams violently break
my bond with darkness
it is no escape into the night
this scanning for what light hides
sharp... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 6 months ago
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Where the powerful control the press
They can do anything
To those who are powerless
Morals are mere painting
What‘s wrong is made right
Things do change over night
Faces with false emotion
Are shown each day on TV
Most viewers have no... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 6 months ago
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It is the smile of a child
that feels happy and free
bringing joy to my heart
setting goals for me.
It is the laughter with friends
that don't mind my mistakes
turning cries into joy
till the morning breaks.
It is the light in your eyes
... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 7 months ago
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It's your birthday again today
and the early hours pass steadily
but I'm back in that night
when I alone kept watch over you,
listened to how your breath sounded,
in a room that reeked of disease,
my laptop on my lap,
working for my bread,
... – by Ludy Bührs | 52 Views added 9 months ago
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When I was young, my heart stood open wide,
still unaware of what might happen next,
It welcomed in and rode love’s very tide.
My heart felt strong the way with waves it flexed,
Withstanding blows, resistant to reject.
As I grew old, my heart... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 10 months ago
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years between both
couldn’t suppress the joy
with equal wits and whims
they knew one another
from the first glimpse
this click of recognition
laced a natural mirth
and lasting mental nutrition
the infant savored grandpa’s lifts
and... – by Ludy Bührs | 3 Views added 10 months ago
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Do we humans really want each other,
really seek a bond that will never break?
We're losing it, each single word may bother,
grief oppresses, the pain of distance aches,
with questions thick fogs we cultivate.
Each on our own, we inhabit a... – by Ludy Bührs | 5 Views added 11 months ago
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What’s happening in this entangled time
of fear and strife? Where do we go from here?
Does no-one hear the bell of slanting chime?
Sure it will hurt. Do feelings disappear?
With having doubts the mind’s a puppeteer.
We come across, but won’t... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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No grasp and a terminus had been reached
definitely, not leaving any aim.
Of going back all views had been bleached,
as it would have been losing all the same.
Oppressed by fear, his legs had been lame,
but despite this, his works he extended.
... – by Ludy Bührs | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Did things slowly grow sheer while his time passed,
or is it he, did he loose onward sight,
only aback regretting things don’t last?
What once has been, there is no chance it might
revive again. Thus passing is a flight:
dreams that don’t get... – by Ludy Bührs | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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He just stood there. For comfort he still longed.
His fists he kept hidden in his pockets,
and from his mouth came not a sound that wronged,
although he’d tried, words bounced at sockets.
He had been told not to show his dockets.
“Keep to... – by Ludy Bührs | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Nobody is right:
truth has its colorwashes
between black and... – by Ludy Bührs | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Deep down there are implications of things
seemingly hidden and yet sharply expressed,
proofs that the heart in fact heavily sings,
is signaling more than by voice addressed.
Carvings of pain, a self-punishment stressed,
the failure felt etched... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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My love isn’t fading
like clouds in the sun.
Like a rock with some grading,
it cannot be shun.
It stands cold at the top,
any fire at its feet.
Its streams won’t dry up
in the drought that they meet.
My love is for you
to hold with your... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Words were blows that dunned me
when I considered myself still untainted
the sour pitch of what's lame in things
had been snitching the song of my heart
a first shot of sorrow passed
and many more would follow
held off by my syllables
... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Waves of thought flow and show
images that remind the senses
of beauty one may find in life
with eyes enjoying sight and
capturing for recollection.
Someday things may fall in place
as of a thought connection
that brightly sparks between... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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Still free from burden, we arrive at this earth,
fresh from a womb into the flinty world
hoping to grow, get some kind of worth
to stand upright, have your new leaves uncurled,
moving straight up from the fragile and furled.
For some it works.... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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You shun being if you block emotion,
and disavow all feel that may be there,
just out of fear that a new devotion
to grace well found around you somewhere
will end in loss, a hurt you couldn’t bear.
Still, of this sea, the waves urge you to... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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It's the smile of a child
that feels happy and free
bringing joy to my heart
setting goals for me.
It's the laughter with friends
that don't mind my mistakes
turning cries into joy
till the morning breaks.
It's the light in your eyes
... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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Ask your questions,
Weigh my words.
They are not adequate,
just crumbs, grains of sand
of what needs to be said.
And also take the in-between realm,
the white in which they are caught,
because no story can exist
if not with sight and... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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Truly nourished in their early days,
the seeds of love prepare to spread its flame,
to care and lift with open arms in ways
that keep minds free from horrid fears and blame.
These seeds well fed, no minds will grow apart ̶
nor wary hearts that... – by Ludy Bührs | 63 Views added 1 year ago
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Looking back at the journeys that I’ve made,
there is this strange sensation of feeling at home
at some of the visited places, right from the start.
I know it´s something in my heart, an older
stream that resides in shared memories,
a sense... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The mind both dark and light
is our struggle the mere stride
not accepting that within
it’s really about the same thing
In spirit as one undivided
taking life as it so beautifully is
ride the tides to their wonder
and fulfillment of dreams
... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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So many years I’m floating free
explaining waves surrounding me
residing on a savage sea
alone as proud as I can be
The harbors I have visited
as just a site to find some rest
provided merely crumbs of bread
gave me no pass, they... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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The empty streets are home to me, a spouse
to deep darkness, that’s aware of my name.
From street to lane, from the bar to her house
I know the chill, the blind walls all the same.
And rightly so you’ll loath me with the blame
of hiding there.... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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I am no more than the things I leave behind,
I dispose of, stamp with my being here.
I am the one making mistakes, the kind
Seeking escape from the pain and the fear
Of my failure. My deeds too small, it’s clear.
For ills I show to have such... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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This crazy world we live in,
has been drifting us apart.
But still there is this feeling.
We’re together in the heart.
Money has made you worry
and put your love for me aside.
It wasn’t you weren’t sorry;
hard times had made us fight.
I... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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up in deeper layers
gradually I lost grip on days
let wind and rain commit for long
but bare roots still kept reaching
a hold in this fidgety life
taking pains to regain solid ground
they branched to a new summer’s light
strong... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Her eyes glared in a special way. They
had a shimmer and there was a mist
as if what she perceived wasn’t only there
but somewhere
or in someone else’s past. And yet she held
she pulled inside
like a black hole sucking things in
and... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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If prosperous, with all culpability
of humans’ strive, let your remorse be true!
You have the lead, thus responsibility,
to clear the path for other humans who
are willing to fight their selfishness too.
Please envision your sweetest legacy,
a... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Grace good grades
but not for the girl
at the immigrant’s
traditional home
With pride her tongue
found a good reason
to deviate from his rule:
“Speak your native,
you’re not in school!”
So she sniped her consonants
and aimed... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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other eyes do see
the merrymaking still in me
the dancers that came and took
names of who I’ve been
here it reads like a huge void
after a private bal masqué
my smile jerked off casually
and all that’s left is a sigh
no mouth... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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birth glitters
in the light of longing
a mouth opens
white crystals
dawn inside
sparks of hope
are fitted and matched
in a more factual form
to the devourer’s socket
light reflects as far
as the solstice in laughter
pushed off... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The metaphors in my mind meander
through old glows and signs that hold
the deepest felt and found by fearless
eyes, the eeriest aching losses molded,
the strongest grasps in love unfolded.
Full color they could stray around
so why am I not... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Corrugating, the rough waves stretch so far.
They carry me to later and often throw
me back to things, that in course of years are
gathering with pain. Still, in a while, I know
what I have known, surprised by the flow
my life’s taking and how... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Nothing can be fully traced; the steps
were made, but when, and what was the reason?
Nobody knows. The causes, they perhaps
have been altered by the blunt mind’s treason
that randomly stacks, lavishly seasons.
No certainty exists, and wrongly... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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This sleep terror of mine
I could kill the bitch
It is as unwieldy
as this chicken
being butchered
Without a head, up she flies
to blindly drop on my just
sheets-freed braincase
and there she starts to irritate
The headstrong wretch
... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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On airborne waves human emotions float
in directions guided from high above.
Foul voices widely spread a dark loath
of all strangers, promote but selfish love.
People adrift the hate-armed forces shove
into corners where it’s hard to survive,
... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Might there be, after this, yet another we,
will we ever meet again, will we last?
My heart, it feels robbed, too empty to be,
and our goodbyes, you really went too fast!
What’s left of you, it belongs to the past,
I’ll leave it, but not the... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 1 year ago
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Only one wire still connects with your side.
I’m hanging on, for this line can tell me
why I still am, what I might still provide.
You, I value and always like to see.
But there’s silence, tormenting me fairly,
inquiring me about how I have... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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How do I pull myself up from darkness,
where is the light, will my eyes find a hold?
My cold hand is but searching, baseless
without its fit, it slides in my shade’s mold
and it reaches just to find an untold
empty space of uselessness,... – by Ludy Bührs | 137 Views added 1 year ago
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You hesitate, I really understand.
I too am afraid of the obscurity.
The darkness shuts my throat with its hand.
But come along, look at my nudity,
my blackest fears, irrationality.
I will explain, what caused these to arise,
and tell you... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The icy stone stairs I am sitting on,
they repulse of how much I lack you.
the tenderness I’m longing for, I only
own these hands I can hardly ever trust.
I imagine you, your scent, you woman
who, intensely soft and proud, lets me in,
a... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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In your eyes there will never be blame -
Things will become the way things are set -
But then a bond forever stays the same,
Each departure you will deeply regret.
With sorrow felt and still no nagging, yet,
You’re perceiving how often humans... – by Ludy Bührs | 22 Views added 1 year ago
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Rainy, these days and big pools aren’t asking
for warmth no more, lying all satisfied,
having no real complaints while they're basking.
Empty dark days and all wetness is shied.
He should as well; satiate, he has tried
with no invite.... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Seeing him leave, broad and slightly bended,
I’ve put this preview in the list of cold chums.
He’s going for sure. Today by then has ended
in a vacuum cleaners mouth, with crumbs.
Sterility, the house, soon it succumbs.
Without his eyes, why... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Both my parents live inside me all the time.
The stains of grieves, I have inherited,
their crying out. A child’s mind ate their rhyme,
this burden, o, my ease was ferreted!
Watching their fights, my heart was forested
with such strong poles,... – by Ludy Bührs | 34 Views added 1 year ago
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Do you notice too, how heavy
a blanket seems to rest on life?
Sometimes it moves a little,
there’s a breeze, but it falls back.
The season doesn’t alter
its thickness. The same vault
pushes and oppresses. No air
left to get things... – by Ludy Bührs | 30 Views added 1 year ago
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Artists and poets of our time,
they paint, they draw, they rhyme.
It has been done for thousands of years,
expressions of love and deepest... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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In your small sunny face,
surrounded by dusty strings of hair,
your dark sparkling eyes are asking.
And you speak with friendly sounds.
In combinations I can’t track
you cheerfully... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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Her great pulsating mother heart
impels a yearly still returning wonder
Her stream bears life up to a high plain
and flushes loads of dust to the... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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frown chilled my colors
bleak silence shoaled me
denial had shattered windows
and callously broken my view
frozen tears I caught
deprived of any warmth
to surface the regrets
how deeply I miss
those flows of bygone... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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Coldness summarizes earthly tears
in a white crystalline glittering.
Covering up like a cloak of love
huge number’s closure... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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The small apple-like fruits from the tree
hanging there ready to eat
picking them is hard, I agree
The best are too high for you to... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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author blew reconciliation
into a drained narration
a pen his divine instrument
in just words he projected
actual men – descriptively
shaded and traced by... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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a little girl is pulling
nerves out of a plantain leave
tries to bring separate strings-
still wet of their life’s fluids-
sustainable... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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Beneath a stripe, man summarizes
his being in his own words,
reaching his essence,
and breaking up his views.
He claims a fixed denominator,
explaining thus his coverage
within it all fits,
and then he closes his... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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have been pushing us on to later
on waves of pleasure and hope
but resistance broke their flows
in a chilling concurrence
now the restless words of your heart
are rigid like molecules in frozen... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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fulfilled is a man
before birth
but then he stands
alone
as one
lost
God
how intricate
he tries to suffice
break boundaries
while sticking to matter
he parries and wrenches himself
into unwanted twists
the...
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for long and it’s completely gone
this punctured monetary balloon
that already chronically weakened
much too greedy we breathed
of the fortune gilded air
forgot that all of the rich fat
had already been sucked ten... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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The story of your life is written
in the sharp and softer lines
across the tight dry features
of your sun tanned being
my eyes read sorrow and love
your frail hands – these formerly
strong but tender implements -
they now rest on your tired... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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ago I had the life form
of an astral glittering worm
drifted borderless in space
dancing with exquisite grace
no solid ground, no tough existence
and not even any need of wings
to travel in my... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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Somehow all cats I’ve lived with
developed a special bonding with birds.
Like my first, a female, she watched
over the ouzels foraging in my garden
chasing off other cats so they could find
worms for their female or their... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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He was someone else’s dog
that probably liked to wander off
but still he was my mate.
Daily he pushed his shiny nose
under the lit of the front door’s letter box
rattling to ask me out for a walk.
Never did I have to look at the clock
... – by Ludy Bührs | 98 Views added 1 year ago
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Rains don’t come, the crops don’t grow.
With tears unseen, the hurt will glow,
eat out the heart of many men
who struggle to get just one out of... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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My mother is cycling away. I can feel it
as she sits with me, on my lap.
All her strength seems to be aimed at leaving,
pushing forward and talking in the past.
She’s like the girl again, hardly a woman.
Desolated she repeats the track in her... – by Ludy Bührs | 117 Views added 1 year ago
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a willow on its way
to winter
softly letting leaves drop
boughs stern in the wind
before long the sickle
will pierce as far as the trunk
and nothing remains but to wait
for a... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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The open mind flies beyond horizons,
borders are crossed on wings of thought,
with widely stretched shores to land on,
freedom is found where it’s... – by Ludy Bührs | 136 Views added 1 year ago
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“I like to be fat”, the poor Cambodian said, “for fat means power. But at this hour I am poor and lacking things. Not able to pull any strings, nor to make myself a living. Skinny means no one is giving, nothing to expect, easy to... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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clouds collide
above the fainted festival
strong wind and fierce flashes ride
with heavy rains into unfolding walls
and onto roofs with leaking... – by Ludy Bührs | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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sounds caress my senses
my whole body comes alive
have to move
have to dance
in rhythmic waves I have to dive
a loud guitar cleans both my ears
the drums do pound my stressed beat
freed my head of silly tears
right back on my sore... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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washes from the eyes
off the child’s face
a tear
rolls twinkling
along a waggish slope
curling between the cheek and nose
pickling in a sweet lips dance
a sort of cycle shed spreads
and framed in high jinks
coos a pink... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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trodden upon the oozy
earth is suctioning my thoughts
distancing me from all concerns
that won’t be due... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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for a warm hug
he’s looking wary to the top
of my head and decides
to comb my hair for attention
how softly he pulls with
his nails splitting strings
until I bring a hand to his neck
place a kiss on his... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 1 year ago
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Trash throws the traces
of pompous exuberance
straight into faces
We take all and spoil
relentlessly ignoring
future needs of soil
Left barren the land
clear water’s been ransacked too
descendants will... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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revulsion chunks
lie thwarted in vitriolic streams
of a gulping, thickening numb
thus pressure-feed prepared
rises a raw aroused rejection
vapored fizzes mere bitterness
in uproars from the... – by Ludy Bührs | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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Driven by a strong impulse
to show off with your throat
you open up like a stereo;
through wood sounds float
Your golden gob, it scratches and cracks
or clicks and rattles sharp and robust
You mimic and banter all sounds
invading the places... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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by patch I melt
the flow of a frozen stream
beginning at the strands
warm my stiffened hands
at an unearthed fire
to feel thawing veins... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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was her son
who said: “ma
just buy a bra
I can see my friends staring
when your breasts are shamelessly
showing through your tight shirt”
and sure, she gave in
now wearing a nice balcony
on which her breasts rest
and pleasantly... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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This house is leaning over
with time as the bending joint.
Broken light is burning, and I,
a chandelier without candles
hanging here heavily
with frosted glass tears
on a sinking... – by Ludy Bührs | 14 Views added 1 year ago
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me, please
don’t read this
to pieces
don’t even try to analyze
just try to sympathize
it isn’t angling for fame
just a pleasant wording game
maybe it isn’t wise
in your experienced eyes
will you feel deceived
then it’s not... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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decided to take this course
one gets lost so easily here
among spongers and criminals
help which by default fails
being present... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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on each other totally
the young couple drifts in pink
the bride still veiled
and he ponders on their dreams
seeing these fulfilled in a vision
pushed by mere promises
gleaming at the... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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I am the way I am
meanwhile I then
know
the twists
in the paths of my mind
have tried all detractions
the subways
the walk-across
trotted roads
but biased weighing
is still going... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 1 year ago
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I am prescribed
and the past has written me
still nothing is a fact
nor am I as you
this life remains untraceable
can only be explored
it shirks out of the court
of all industrious... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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a tunnel of time we’re
traveling towards the unknown
self-confident in our present
but ignorant of what later is
as the outside and the inside mix
there is a hope of higher powers
measured with concepts we think... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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self-declared rulers just arrived
wealth gained from cruel exploitation
still make those who are deprived
fight wars destructing their nation
in all empires that came to an end
people were paying forcedly
taxes and dues to... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 1 year ago
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pair of hands at my mouth
I lay there and stick it out
the cows glued to the ceiling
friendly look and smile at me
they even seem to laugh out... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Poisonous gasses fill the air.
The rotting smell is everywhere.
The sopping layers under my feet
seem to breed
pools of black oil.
No trace of clean soil
can be found
for several miles... – by Ludy Bührs | 35 Views added 1 year ago
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image of his back
broad and slightly bended
I’d already put
into the frame of future facts
because he would leave
today or tomorrow
I was going to miss him
in a rear view
this has been an anticipating
coming to terms
with a house without... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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There is stuff all around to be picked
Up and put aside again. There is a cup
With some fluid inside, no joy though.
The windows show an empty street
At the front and in the yard more
Weeds have grown in the... – by Ludy Bührs | 19 Views added 1 year ago
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You left me
but still we can’t let go
We are just friends now
but damn
I still love you so
Still feelings
so dear that it aches
Did you know it
Back then
We would never... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 1 year ago
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Although I know you're a kind that from itself
won't speak out with an open mind, I hope to get
some answers from the movies in your narrow view.
Can you tell me what their end is, and did the plot
in your natal dreams still have alternative... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 1 year ago
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His sound’s no longer what it used to be
colors vanished, drowned in misery,
his tone’s now mat, just like the wetted grass,
on which the wind won’t spread its whispering
but drudgery, is tending to defeat.
The thud with which he thrusts his words... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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An ocean of ancient calmness
surrounds a smoldering fire in the heart.
It eases most of the rushing waves
that eyes cannot but... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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these loads weigh
gradually poured into me
the pressure so strong
black holes now form
and light will be gone
some strength still lasts
thanks to long lost suns
I’ve seen set boldly
in their days swallowed
by the depth of... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Evening sky clouds purple and red over blue
softly marking the sun with a froggy smile
The straight blue mouth above is silent now
as if all has been said when planes have left
this wet land for those they went
And so each sight shifts in a similar... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Empower me; let me enjoy my strength,
some dignity, grant me a kick in the ass.
Talents wasted, the whole dreary days’ length
I feel useless, aimless, no more than flesh.
But moan and groan, always lacking the cash
to go outside and mingle among... – by Ludy Bührs | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Those who’re walking their winding path of life
over time more crooked due to concerns
and at it so completely alone, their fife
pitches high for support, a door that turns
into future, the hidden light each yearns
for, floundering, weighed... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Ever since the very day,
when deep silence surrounded me
waiting for green light at an empty city-crossing,
I saw two cars come from ahead and aside
and inevitably collide
before they were actually in sight
and an irreversible moment later
watched... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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It is foggy, this world we try to get
the meaning of, the reason why we give.
It has the feel of a book to be read,
sucking you in, its content you’ve to live.
And while you do, always be combative.
In dreams, the guts to try this book is there,
I... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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In the silence of night awareness fights to see a light.
Silly me.
I image to see a flickering that halts at my door,
willing to be found,
and look around seek the source, but of course
there is... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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Is it here then, a path for my two feet?
My grip is gone, it´s such a useless life.
Only in dreams I am allowed to meet,
in phantasy I do not have to strife.
Empty all day, with you as lacking drive,
a yearning grey, a gap that doesn´t heal,
no... – by Ludy Bührs | 24 Views added 2 years ago
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With his caring fingers reaching out to mine
he’s made his touch known to my fingertips.
My eyes closed I recall -over the wine and dine-
how it felt to then finally kiss his cautious... – by Ludy Bührs | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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everyone’s an artist
immersed in one’s own masterpiece
growing day by day
getting dimensions
new hues and
layers
these carved
and cut
drop shards
that patched with tears
provide essential... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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over to depicted light
I approach the hand engaging
as it seems
the moth in me is scared of burning
prevents the untamed hankering to
set in beams
prospecting I round about the source
assessing all its sides
till I’ve... – by Ludy Bührs | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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I cycle
through the night
turning pedals
around in darkness
as if I could reverse
passed time
before even missing it
speedier than by light
moving past
the sight of familiar things
like grass
and trees
I... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Building me requires strength
I have to get and still I wait.
Empty words get loads and strains
to make me stand up... – by Ludy Bührs | 6 Views added 2 years ago
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Take poetry away from me
And I'm a mail repeater
A broken tachometer
A man without wand to be.
Pull away the masks of me
And I'm an official suiter
A graduated mooter
Seeking his marble... – by Gerrit Komrij | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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it is to already have it all
no need to ask for anything more
no longer feeling an urge to call
anything special or worth fighting... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Blues
The very day Bob Dylan dies,
princes will turn into toads,
and all blacks are dyed in white.
The moon girds its armor... – by Coenraed de Waele | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Does she rock her tulip bulb belly
past the events' fierce gangrene strap?
Does she, moreover, take crazy things as calmly
as marine fish, at error in an eel meant... – by Coenraed de Waele | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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Stretch sits on your lips!
The armor of intertwining rules
tightens around
the inflatable doll of your ego.
The rancorous, gigantic, right dressing ghost
sucks the juices
from your virtual... – by Coenraed de Waele | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Sunday, August 29th, 1966,
90 Fahrenheit.
Just after midnight.
No wind.
The... – by Coenraed de Waele | 3 Views added 2 years ago
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Worrying about
your concerned questions
I feel obligated
to make sure that you will get
crystal clear answers.
The year round I experience
my inexplicable... – by Coenraed de Waele | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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As sudden as suddenly the sunlight drops.
A series of raging thunder.
Then the light plops on again.
Off in the distance, roars, and rumbles.... – by Coenraed de Waele | 4 Views added 2 years ago
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His name is like a mission,
as words try to confuse,
his sharp sword without use,
he aches of thwarted ambition.
I'm watching his transition
to escape from his recluse,
his working days profuse,
a shattered past’s... – by Ludy Bührs | 32 Views added 2 years ago
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this sealed
with a cork
enclosed
it stores
distressed... – by Ludy Bührs | 125 Views added 2 years ago
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patterns
incapacity to show respect
appreciation fouled up
by fear of neglect and
lack of chance to practice
the traditions one knows
groups enforcing powers
to prevail as the strongest
while others are... – by Ludy Bührs | 39 Views added 2 years ago
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Each day he goes to the same beach end
where he then finds his nets and his baskets
calmly pulls them all from the sea to land,
checks the inside as if it were caskets.
The sea creatures he caught go to the markets
but some are already dead.... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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From your warm felt being, the waves exalt.
Your inner strength, a tap that's turned open;
the flowing of feelings that trust and halt.
With each bustle of love you have spoken,
bringing new hope, even with fires woken
trying to take what... – by Ludy Bührs | 31 Views added 2 years ago
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Dwelling Bambi eyes
exposed by neon lights
with your slender girl’s physique
adulterated in its growth.
Served with spirits
to the shameless filth
that’s bubbling up
high after... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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a stop to the played-out
chances
I want
to know
things will be alright
it would be great
for you
for me
we could finally
trust each other
so lay your cards open now
and I’ll show you mine
no more
push
hunt ... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Cattle is as browser does
It just walks the fast-food lane
Takes it in, no fingers crossed
In cattle’s lane it’s always right
Tugs translate to poor excuses
Dork-mind fed the thick conclusions
Lacks reasoning to see the... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Many years have gone by
since the blissful departure
of the last nosy missionary.
From up high in a mangrove tree
an Orang Belanda reluctantly
still keeps an eye on the ocean... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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Today’s dubitable Easter light
had me going outside, to see
if some gardening would help
to make the day a little brighter.
From the high grown pile,
where I had been massing cuts
and plant waste, broken branches
of the pruned butterfly-bush
had... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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Out it streams
from my breaching core
as I pen down longing words
write lines that seek rhyme
in pace with
all that’s around
and crawling inside
the very dimensions
of past and future times
in one endlessly transforming... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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an attic’s darkness
I catch small patches of light
and retrieve
the sowing-seed I had left behind
heedlessly I had hidden it
out of sight and henceforth lost
on thick layers of sluggish dust
now steadily revives
a more colorful life ... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Lack of money disperses families
in current days, as sons and daughters go
when no job there, a fact each of them sees,
and they set out: "I’ll find something and grow."
Far from their homes, forced to live with the flow
that’s insecure, all... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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Looking forward, there’s nothing much to see,
no sight further than one step of your foot.
Now’s what it is, only in this you’re free:
still unsure that what you do will be good.
Your own body makes limits understood.
From things that come, the... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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Right on the line between flood and damp sand
you move slowly, with swirling wind entwined,
not knowing what to choose for, to which end
you should go and seek the kind peace of mind.
Your thinking seems like a sea, it won’t find
tranquility,... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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For who I was, I shut-write all the gaps
as mother moon in deep and darker spheres
interpreter of messages and traps
a woman's voice relaxing undue fears
a child still bravely smiling while in tears.
Sorrow is a pain but waiting for its healing
and... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 2 years ago
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Smooth is the spider,
sliding into morning light,
till its moisture... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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As your life seemed to be over
at the young age of only eleven
due to a tumor in the brains
but strong as you were, you survived
and had to learn everything all over again,
how grateful should you... – by Ludy Bührs | 30 Views added 2 years ago
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Yes, Neil,
I'm getting old too.
But no, I'm not searching
not like you do in this song,
not for a lacking heart of gold.
I already know where it is,
and how it has... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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tunes are just gleams
our song hasn’t been written
it lingers in a far land of dreams
it wants to passionately flow in tango
move sweet strings of life
unleash the silenced grief
in beats that boisterously free
the pains of love carried... – by Ludy Bührs | 18 Views added 2 years ago
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To matter we should be playful,
even when the weight of sorrow
is slowing down our legs,
and tightness of plain duties
stresses aging... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Sometimes a song triggers memories
of past days when the heart felt warmed
in the cozy company of loved ones
sharing in their meaningful... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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Time is passing day by regretted day
I'm waiting for the sign that it is okay
for me to come and open your door,
dear friend, I've been deeply longing... – by Ludy Bührs | 126 Views added 2 years ago
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Droplets effervesce on passion fruit,
Defiantly dangling on its stem.
Mature plants reopen their sweet chute,
Vividly regaining terrain, each one of... – by Ludy Bührs | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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The decimal system was selected
to prevail over all others, that might
have been as good, and strongly directed.
People throughout the world counting alright.
But - despite similar numbers - the fight
still does go on over values and fate;
... – by Ludy Bührs | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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Sweet thoughts of you, they firmly reside
in echoing waves of the warmth we shared
before our path broke off in a foolish fight,
knowing that in the end we both still cared.
The grief caused by the loss has bared
the depths you've reached within my... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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Herd’s moving, moving out to common land,
where there’s the rules, the frame to close one’s eyes.
The master and his willing bending band
are on the run for maybe-s wanting the whys,
just marching straight towards not art but fries.
Those who stay... – by Ludy Bührs | 23 Views added 2 years ago
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Turning around a playground bar
a child is blowing off the thoughts
of awful fights at home
and nights no sleep was... – by Ludy Bührs | 8 Views added 2 years ago
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No, they won’t disappear
these thoughts of sufferings
and losses that were felt
still we hiccup in gushes
an echo of happiness
burst like a bell
but our court again is brimming
with seeds from fruits that fell
signaling the... – by Ludy Bührs | 332 Views added 2 years ago
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pottery
fixed with gold, displays two sides
of a... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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In juvenile days,
the whole world seems promising,
with exciting ways.
But growing older,
limits get the upper hand,
grieve a... – by Ludy Bührs | 27 Views added 2 years ago
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increasing warmth water rises
up to the numbed people’s mouths
and the inflated money plops
like blown bubbles of soap
out of the stock hero’s... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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coherence then finally
at the upper in our sight
like these gilt-edged cumuli
on which the last blazing light... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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you stand in the field
amidst your tangy cronies
as if you’re really matching those
in their stinging strife
you threatening me with burning pain
makes me laugh, it’s just in... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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All poor and misled people,
like bridled horses
without any means to escape,
blindly run in circles
all their life’s... – by Ludy Bührs | 329 Views added 2 years ago
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There, in front of the old pagoda, lies a woman.
She blocks the driveway quietly on her side.
The local traffic passes by like a hoodlum.
They seem to think here ignoring is... – by Ludy Bührs | 564 Views added 2 years ago
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The chimpansee
When it gets dark, I climb the highest tree
To watch as far as I can see
High in the top I bounce my chest
I then bend some branches to make my nest
I like to do this every night
To sleep tight until the morning light
The... – by Ludy Bührs | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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The human mind
is like a tropical rainforest
at a storm plagued coast.
Broken and carved stone
offers the temporary hold
at which the stirring takes post.
... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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well in the midst of hills
-caressed by wind- it softly echoes
complaints of the unobserved
adrift along the bricks muted by moss
there is a still unnoticed... – by Ludy Bührs | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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Reviving
Descended in an icy silence
to recover from dark furrows
long lost merriment
How to blow a warm glow
to imparted images
How to paint the colors of enjoyment
in having a simple... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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Beauty lives of shadow sides
along which darkness meets the light
and colored glowing takes
the chill of death away.
Red of blood smolders the pain
of being temporal and... – by Ludy Bührs | 10 Views added 2 years ago
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Lovebirds, o yes, most couples really are,
for a while, sure, but then there is the tail.
Flying, chasing, time to reflect still far,
it will be there, later, when life gets frail.
In the meantime, trying hard not to fail,
with fluff, feathers, a... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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Lend me your hand, simply mess-up my hair.
I’m so tired of the ongoing brain,
this senseless mill, grinding on a past pair.
Give me a push, force me to just restrain,
so I will thus pay attention once again
at what binds me, apart from deep... – by Ludy Bührs | 24 Views added 2 years ago
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Reluctantly the darkness has defined
what fervid lights have been hiding from us.
It has and keeps all verities confined,
and only roofs with a filtering truss
can pilot in the facts from all the fuzz.
Those in charge, who share a wicked plan,
... – by Ludy Bührs | 14 Views added 2 years ago
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Your chest up high, you accept the reward,
given to you just because that’s what’s done.
Upright you stand, although the stink of bored
cowardice seems to thrive in the show run.
The words addressed to you – like shrimp wonton,
and soup served... – by Ludy Bührs | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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Tiny flat stones, those smooth ones that will skip,
bounce right on, and concentric, push ahead,
if they were gauged with lyric before their dip,
then, rapidly, by their waves, sound they’d spread,
and their conquest, as by nature, was led.
... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 2 years ago
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He's moving closer
to his truth, in registers
of a composer.
Thoughtfully trying,
he's working on his dream day,
aware of prying.
Restoring old times
from the grey of memories
and lead-footed... – by Ludy Bührs | 30 Views added 2 years ago
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looks insignificant, this threatened lake
lined with so many wooden houses
topped with corrugated sheets
overheated and decaying
unsteady on their stilts
in mosquito... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 2 years ago
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Probably woman maybe man, the look
of this person’s face, it still hooks.
Is it the thoughts kept deep inside;
was there really a secret to hide?
From everywhere people arrive in rows
to see the painting from up... – by Ludy Bührs | 19 Views added 2 years ago
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I’d switched places
with the knots
in those delicate leather strings
around your golden calves
softly tightened to set
as your legs were bending
they caressingly strolled
with your every tread
gladly I’d been that open shirt
around your... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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distancing
and moving, that’s
what words are for
name something and it’s gone
or covered like a secret
with superficiality
the border that people cross
and pass or are
touched... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 2 years ago
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fighters of the past
refined by human hands
shield their offspring weakly
but the old herbs will rise
from holes and cleaves
greening on poor soil
even in polluted... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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Streaming water takes the things along;
set images are scattered on its way.
In light that drops from houses, and all wrong,
I’m exploring my fears and hopes astray.
As if this stream’s been flowing through my day
all is present in these odd... – by Ludy Bührs | 32 Views added 2 years ago
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Sometimes I wish for a rain in droplets
to wordlessly wipe the dust that landed.
Then I meet you in their silent couplets,
you softly glide on the skin I‘ve handed.
Then glitters moist from a bond unbranded
driving the urge to play game after game,... – by Ludy Bührs | 18 Views added 2 years ago
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Life isn’t choosing from mere good and bad.
If that would be the case, we'd win the plight.
Instead we can’t but try and just feel glad
when things succeed, and they don’t cause a fight.
There is no creature fully in control,
and nature always stays... – by Ludy Bührs | 1,055 Views added 2 years ago
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his rock headstrongly defied
the hails and hurricanes
he was torn by the unheard rains
of the tears he kept confined
his gems dripped down in grief
to dark and misty oceans
hiding in the commonness
of fears and felt... – by Ludy Bührs | 28 Views added 2 years ago
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Off course
metaphors,
they show up and then
whoosh
already gone,
because the poet
just didn’t hold... – by Ludy Bührs | 26 Views added 2 years ago
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Back then, the sky was golden, in a harsh way
holding glimmers against a dark blue blaming tide.
Clouds set dreams aside. The sodden fields
confessed their empty furrows.
Like begging hands, branches reached up
to the alloyed light,... – by Ludy Bührs | 21 Views added 2 years ago
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All talk a lot like wild birds on branches
Taking every chance to say their say
Sometimes there’s a gleam of advances
But most of the time it’s just a... – by Ludy Bührs | 277 Views added 2 years ago
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The brown sand of the unpaved street
blows into open windows with speed
and sneaks in through holes and cracks.
Of course, you can ignore these attacks
or fight back this time and once more
to momentary have a stainless floor,
feeling free from... – by Ludy Bührs | 13 Views added 2 years ago
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A fool posted all of his words
without thought on the Internet
While outside they would’ve hurt
there they were grasped like... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 2 years ago
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We are infinite shades and hues
with just as many valid truths…
There have been days, I felt this way
but they soon passed, I now can say
as if you turn a... – by Ludy Bührs | 124 Views added 2 years ago
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clasps your trembling heart
oppresses your fragile lungs
aching for some clearing air
and space for your frail songs
you rarefied and injured wonder
distress cracks in weakened cries
only vaguely the lament is heard
and hopeless are... – by Ludy Bührs | 20 Views added 2 years ago
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With shrines merely built
as a camouflage
for not revealing the causing acts,
the past masks in sanity misfits,
and future hardships lie... – by Ludy Bührs | 146 Views added 2 years ago
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Let others have it when you’re deeply hurt,
it’s easy, but won’t solve the pain that’s there.
In fact your mind’s reflections will be blurred,
and you could well be bruising those who... – by Ludy Bührs | 25 Views added 2 years ago
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My nose still filled with scent of your sweet skin
enjoying thoughts of how -- in playful love --
your smile broke through, not just a silly grin
but one of new found ease with force to shove
the burdens off your chest. It makes me glad
I had the... – by Ludy Bührs | 21 Views added 2 years ago
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Goodbye to the manufacturing of consent
so it seems, cause in the media nowadays
it’s apathy the powerful seek and amend
among the masses that block their scheming ways.
More information is spread due to the internet
but news seems no... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 2 years ago
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Opening up parts of my past, I sadly see,
there have been low days in September,
that I would rather not remember,
because they’ve revealed a lie to... – by Ludy Bührs | 9 Views added 2 years ago
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We can't keep reaching for the sun.
Even skyscrapers high up in the air
are no more than a sign we all run
to an end. And if we don't... – by Ludy Bührs | 7 Views added 6 years ago
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floating on a wobbling sea,
carried almost weightlessly,
aware of and simply surrendering
to the waves' caressing appeasement
in their marine... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 9 years ago
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Here I ponder, planting one tree of thought
after another. Put up in my brain's core,
they define me like in a deep dream, caught
in dark forest that I've seen before,
infinite book of which the old pages... – by Ludy Bührs | 12 Views added 9 years ago
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There is nothing that can be traced; steps
were made, but when, and what was the reason?
Nobody knows. The causes, they perhaps
have been altered by the blunt mind's treason
that randomly stacks, lavishly seasons.
No certainty exists and wrongly we... – by Ludy Bührs | 26 Views added 9 years ago
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The precious brain keeps arranging thought
in clusters making sense of outside things
and while with words a hold is always sought
the overload is leaving mouths on wings.
But deep inside the traces still remain
of what the eyes and ears with shock... – by Ludy Bührs | 529 Views added 10 years ago
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How to change fixed convictions
Show the things from another side
When people keep claiming to be right
While in fact, with their every stride
They sink into circling reflections
Following a forever narrowing path
With all sight besides it blocked... – by Ludy Bührs | 16 Views added 10 years ago
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Wipe the smirk off your face,
you hypocrite that's here to take
just pretending that you share so much:
you've dropped mints for god's... – by Ludy Bührs | 15 Views added 10 years ago
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Stark words in convinced display, seamlessly well defined
they like to make a lot of sense from way deep within
where the substance appears solid and fully blessed
but behind the fashionable bricked and cool facade
they, in fact, may cover up a... – by Ludy Bührs | 113 Views added 10 years ago
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grey clouds
intoxicate his brain
elusively locked
in personal distress
about another
too bad
it's not me
how nice it can be
being... – by Ludy Bührs | 20 Views added 10 years ago
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Put it away, with the other old stuff.
The collectors will come and fetch it then.
It's worth nothing, just silly guilded bluff.
You won't even sell it to crazy men.
Yardsales full of dreams one didn't plan.
Make one more round, maybe there is... – by Ludy Bührs | 18 Views added 10 years ago
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Today settled itself on a rim, the edge
of this rusty wheel, with a look
at the wings of back then, down there
next to my feet.
They must have dried by now,
clearly are at rest, as if
mud never splashed... – by Ludy Bührs | 18 Views added 10 years ago
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Because there's proof that nothing
can become a whole new universe
I'm writing these lines here
and personally fill an emptiness
with thoughts of what might rise
when I start giving... – by Ludy Bührs | 11 Views added 10 years ago
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they spent hours
silently immersed in books
each of the two hooked
to a different certainty
after that emotions would burst
and urgently had to be vented
till one day things really ended
in it's enough and... – by Ludy Bührs | 17 Views added 11 years ago
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