International Poet

Yuppie Dragons And Paper Mountains Climb mountains! Slay Dragons! That's what I did When I was a kid Now it's too much All this grownup stuff Amalgamations Corporations Business-like murder under the guise of merger Micro-second chattel battles waged on computer panels Flash before my eyes In a plate glass high-rise Now all my mountains are made of paper, and all my dragons wear ties

Quiet Tower On The Hill a bronze horse rears in a susurrus of familiar maples where stone giants sleep beneath the mossy patina of copper clad hats I can hear carillons of autumn past crisp as leafy zephyrs dancing

That Beauty The world boasts an ever changing face of garden Plants fall in and fall out of favours Set trends come and diminished fashions forgotten Preferences confuse taste with choices of colours Like an ever altering cinemascope In this mindscape of flux Some mysterious favourites remain a thin hope An instant release attracts keen emotion influx Amidst the numerous stars, moon may stand aloof To dwarf the crown Queen of roses’ simmering fun But when evening primrose invites for hard proof I dream only the daughter of light with fragrance of sun That beauty conquers with confidence and insight That beauty also makes night an easy delight

Some Things More Important Than Poetry Life,and people-work and family Commitments made to be honored- Births,deaths,funerals,pain- Witnessing at the passing of others Periods of necessary silences Times when all poems blow away Times when one must be lost - in a crowd or alone/on Internet or phone Times when to shop is of utmost importance! Eating,drinking,sleeping,dreaming Whole lives when nothing particularly happens! Gaps between-travelling.Growing into rituals-Reading,listening,absorbing Praying,meditating,waiting Every participle participant particle Every authenticated distancing mechanism Poetry must wait at the intersection of thoughts and feelings and feed upon the scraps again.

Why did I love and now hate Photojournalism? Always looking back at old snapshots, obsolete, deja vu, caduco, Alter hut. no more the big strugle is there, always standing in front of soon-to-be-shot so-called heroes one is caught in a ring, not unlike Prostitution Which most of the press is more and more becoming back to Stanley and Livingston when it took 2 months for the news to filter out of Africa.

Yperite late at night a mist fills the valley. without knowing it suffocates like a dark power. on the fields our dead bodies and under the grass a brown soil © Ekphrastic poetry (poem + painting) by Jan Theuninck

Memory Is Being Blurred Memory is being blurred. Images are getting dim. I shall forget everything oneday. Everything,everything,everything. I don't want to. But,I'll. New life has so many challenges. Daily new adventures. Daily new behavioural patterns. The present putting the glorious past behind. Bad coin drives the good coin out of use. New patterns,new associates. Responsibility destroying emotion. I am weeping. I want to come back. But how? I can't. I can't. I can't.