Poetry

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

Little Gem

I love you like amythyst
And you kiss me like Jade
Green eyes watching
In your Emerald shade
Look back through ruby eyes
A nostalgic rose haze
That what love meant to you
was like jewellery made

Who is the thief
That has taken your gold
You must have left open your window
Now all your love has been sold

Little Diamond, little gem
Stay with me
Be my friend
In the darkness of the night
See you sparkle
In the moon light
Like a star of the sky
Precious love until I die

Love, and you will be loved

Love thy neighbour
Love thyself
In the harbours of great wealth
Wait until your ship comes in
Sailors loading up the quay
Barrels rolling, dogs run free

Love is timeless, love
Just a little bit of its enough
For me

Just enough, to laugh and joke
Like a breath in the smoke

Show me mercy fresh firefly
Leave me in the quiet of your peace
Show me wonders that will never cease

Green valley roll under foot
Mountain trail stroll
Twisted tree root
Give me back my soul
I need your proof

The museum fragments

With unlimited breath
They took off their vest
And strung up their articles there
That love and virtue on the breast
Should overcome fear and despair

Hate and Envy are trampled underfoot
Of the goatherd's or cherubim's boot
And the putty still sticks to the wall
As the faces that are pulled, appall

We all deny, we are ugly
To our reflections in the mirror
We are cute

The marble statues stretch into the hall
Where infinities images stand tall
All of human suffering is merely conditional
Based on the curator switching the lights
on at all

Are we just waves lapping at time's rock?
Or like the Berlin Wall
Just pieces the curator saves
Chips off the old block?

Thursday, 14 February 2019

Not my cuppa tea

Oh Hungarians when will you learn to drink tea?
It is not that it is an Englishman's right
Its just not the tea for me

I find it quite crass
To serve tea in a glass
And to leave it to steep in the water
The fact that I say
Should give much away
Like a father does so for his daughter

It is not that it is an Englishman's property
But I must confess
That we know the best
And you should not trespass
On its simplicity

First in goes the teabag
(if it must be made in a cup I might add)
Then add the water, at the point of boiling
Now wait for it to brew
Like an arrow it is true
If you rush in then you
Will experience more unpleasantness after

Once its reached a suitable hue
Like the feeling of amber
Or a Polynesian dew
It should be as much felt as seen

Then add the milk
No sooner no later
And certainly not before the tea bag
That is a sin as bad
As mixing up silk
With the skin of a gator
And gives the worse tea ever had

Follow these steps and be sure
Of a nice cuppa tea not a chore
But a pleasure, so be glad
Of this advice that you've had
So please follow it and do not ignore

Wednesday, 13 February 2019

Bus Number 32

Béke Tér
Szegedi
Róbert Karoly ut                Reitter ference, kiadoc
                                           21 Nemzeti Dóhánybolt
Vágany ut
Amerikai ut                         Orvos elektronika kft
                                            Drive in Kezimunka
Szent Laszlo ut                   Féher jeital
20.55 LPG                          Függöny, Megnyílt
GUMI
Sava, Dunlop, Goodyear
Polgar                            Automosó
                                      Nicki Minaj Juce Wrld
Algoflex forte               DJ Crossback
Idegenek                       Toto Cutogo
Bethseda                       CTS URS
Laptop                          Acacia Tree
King Hetek          BIG KING   _BKK
Kacsok                 Kassai tér
Zugló                  Atlantis Las Vegas Casino
Labour Trend                   Picar
Nagy Lájos Király utja            Tejbolt
Orás     Hazi tej        Joghur     Korona
SPAR    MAV        telep
Protbin                              Ingatlan hitel
Muszeresz               szűrő bolt Posta
                                        kerekgyártó ut
Gumiszerviz                     nyák tér
Hada vaszonkep          Planet
Non-stop Deliketessen (closed for repair)
Lakasálmaidat       Megvaosítani?
új rapid kölcsönnel
informacia      Fagylatzó        Jazmin
Erci Optika                      Divatház
Erci Optika                     Szuglo utca

CEG.....IT....com......Blikk
Szony                    Egressy tér
Zol ferex            Professionalis DJ
Mezopotam       Jeszenék      János utca
Bórhal         Parkolasi ugyfélszolgalat
Festek bolt    Pongratz Gergely tér
sikeres jővo   varital    Aloe   Thai Masszazs
Duna Hous        Eladna         Ingatlan        Likispa
                                            Bánki Donát utca
Gubacsi Határ ut number 3 tram
Budapest Metropolitan egyetem
                                              Ors vezér tere M+H

Sunday, 10 February 2019

Riding the tram

Riding the tram, choo, choo
Here I am
Running the rails again
Run, run Roman rails
Run through gullies and arches
Stones laid by men long ago
At the end of terrific marches

Run in the stinking light of dawn
Chock-a-blocked like chocolate shops
Cars and trains, cranes and cans
Being kicked, lowered, spilled and rammed
in traffic jams
In the Roman way
Kind of straight like the Danube
But running wheels ran
Like curly currents of the river
Or white gulls that scan
With their photographic memory of
Every fish they ever landed
Implanted like spies
In the minds of fishermen who stand
But never minded

Altogether elsewhere, the river strains
And the land extends its hand
Evidence of man
In castles and squares
Protesters meet and chant
Play blazing, strident revolutionary music
That shocks people, in amazement
They too stand and stare
At this band of loyal half-brothers
Blood brothers perhaps
Surrounded by a ring of cops

In another time it could have been
a folk dance, some dramatic scene
Displayed by actors frozen in character
But for the reality of visceral movements
Voices and chants of down with Orbán
Which Puts it squarely in Széll Kálmán Tér
The year two thousand and nineteen

Bricks and Mortar

Bricks and mortar
Of the son and the daughter
Come tumbling, tumbling down

Then the lives in the water
Full of murder and slaughter
Of the man and woman in town

How now holy man, where is your crown?
In the pond where your children have drowned
And the stars and the stripes
Fall across the sky of black
And like scars across your back
they bring you down

And the crosses that you bear
Are caught in the cross hair
Of the snipers who shoot from the other side

And the stigmata on your palms
will not wash away the arms
That you sold to ensure your own pride

So be careful of the tide
That's been sleeping your bride
She's been married to the moon before
And the sea is her rich aunt
Who's grown her like a plant
in her arms, in her arms

Away from all her dreams
And the troubles that she's seen
Every time she killed someone
She liked
So forgive your brothers too
Who's been playing the deep blues
In the shadows of the clock tower
At night

Even leaving before midnight
Left the spoils to be bright
As a leaf is left on the ground to mould

Half of everything I've owned
Has been sold before I'm old
Twice as much as what I started with

If it seems a great idea
You'll be sorry to hear
That the love I felt was sold
At first sight

Going easy in the sale
Like a Chippendale
Like a wind that blows away a grey face
And leaves the walking dead
To be suffering instead
From the troubles of a life
Made in gold

Because we all were born so innocent
Of the forceful arms of incident
The systems, the memes and the tones
of government
That rule each individual hue
Is no different in the queue
Where they march into the fiery mold

To come out a human adult
Built to work suffer and submit
to the will of the government
When they are told
And they shall never know
Of the possibilities foretold in their stars
When they were born like any other

Of the pure and simple diatribe
The luxurious fireside
Or the lake or Lagoon
Where they could live away from busy strife
The machinations of Machiavellian wills
The dominance of others to love
Marry, steal or kill
To get their property man or wife
To own authority over others
Acquire meaning in their life

It all seems so antiquated
Like from birth to death
Everything is metric
And measured is every breath
and you must break free