I hope you will never hear bombs, child
and hide in bunkers for hours, sometimes even days
Tag: <span>poem</span>
I try to peel the scotch tape from the windowpane—
so stubborn I can’t claw it off
I stop by the nearest supermarket
for sponges and cleaning gloves
throw in some steel wool
for good measure
Not one word
can describe
the essence
of who I am
and what I stand for.
It changes.
…
“Stop” is my frequent request
to quiet the voice that comes out of a globe
too often unwanted and unasked
and always unaware of my mood and needs.
It blabbers nonsense, it’s overly friendly,
Alexa, a pretender, a sales robot, eager to please.
But I am not buying.
…
Treating people with dignity,
it’s easy with “normal people,”
as we define them socially.
Work, income, and a structured life—
that’s how it has to be, only then
are you considered worthwhile—generally speaking.
…
The old year has been good to me
That’s in retrospect, of course
Because from this perspective
All bad looks smaller.
…
In a world of endless pain,
Where conflict rages on and on,
There is a hope, a saving grace,
In the form of machines, AI-grown.
…
Hope is not the thing with feathers
That comes home to roost
When you need it most.
when you hate
someone else
because they are
different than you
you are unknowingly hating on
the very Architect of Creation itself
…
How easy life would be,
could be,
should be,
If I made in my life
what they make in a day?