You think, you’ll have plenty of time to forgive;
so you don’t doubt this fact as long as you live.
Sometimes you don’t fight the demons no longer,
and the wish for revenge grows steadily stronger.
But reality frustrates unexpectedly your plan
when a loved one leaves you; so forgive, if you can.
Forgive the liars and those who didn’t treat you well.
Just trust in karma when the Grim Reaper rings the bell.
Don’t listen to the words of your wounded pride,
so that these poor souls may have a peaceful ride.
Pain leaves scars and deep sadness plays a part.
But forgiveness in time shows your greatness of heart.
© Karin B. 2018
The sun has set and the night came on.
His thoughts are wandering hither and yon.
He’s on the trail again after a well earned rest,
and the fourteen dogs are giving their best.
Fourteen wagging tails make him untold happy,
though the trail is iced-up and rather crappy.
Northern Lights brighten also his mood;
and he's at one with his team, so he feels good.
There’s plenty of time to think about life,
far away from civilization and daily strife.
He feels blessed to be able to live his dream,
and when the eyes of his dogs are beaming at him.
A star-spangled sky guides him safely all night,
until dawn is breaking in all its glory and light.
© Karin B. 2018
These eyes aren’t dreaming of freedom and friends,
as they never saw life, but rather where it ends.
He was a circus clown of value and much-admired.
But he’s just an old chimp and his contract expired.
Billy was the children’s darling amongst the superstars,
now he’s past his prime and has to live behind bars.
They sold him to a zoo where he’s daily bored as hell,
but he doesn’t seek company, cos he doesn’t feel well.
He lost the familiar faces, the memories, and his pride.
People gawp at him all day and he can’t even hide.
I lock gazes with Billy and I realise this idle glance.
He looks like his demons of the mind ask for a dance.
See you later, old boy! My heart sinks cos I know
I won’t forget your sad eyes. So please, let me go!
© Karin B. 2018
You walk through the streets all alone and you’re sad,
as it’s Christmas Eve and the cold drives you mad.
You’re sick for a shower, cosiness and a heated room.
And you think of the divorce, which was your doom.
Hard enough to lose your shirt, so you hang your head.
Now you got the sack too, and you wish you were dead.
No money for a sublease or at least to buy some food,
you just hit rock bottom and you are in a black mood.
In front of the church you sit down to rest for a spell,
perhaps the Chritmas spirit will save you from hell.
A lot of people pass by but no one gives you a nicker.
They just sneer at you and you can hear their snicker.
”Get a job, lazy bugger; move your arse and go away!”
Well, you take a hike though you have nowhere to stay.
So you go on looking for a good place for the night.
You are lost and homeless but you’re willing to fight!
© Karin B. 2017
A white, opaque curtain is blocking my view.
The road disappeared and it makes me feel blue.
I’m cold, and the right direction is hard to find,
as this gruesome pea soup fog makes me blind.
I look for a sign that gets me on the right track,
and I wish I’d see clearly to find my way back.
It’s like a test of courage which I have to pass,
and I must walk bravely through a milky glass.
My eyes get tired but my mind is wide awake.
And I’m resolved to succeed. For God’s sake!
So I fight off the cold, the mist, and the fears.
Even the glacial wind has frozen my tears.
All at once the fog lifts and I can spot a light,
a sunray rewards me and makes my day bright.
© Karin B. 2017
You get on the long train of life by your birth.
And you go on a great journey, which is of worth.
Some stations are crowded, and others are bleak;
some are heartening, but some make you weak.
The train often rattles, and you’re out of joint.
Then it slides smoothly, so you catch the point.
It goes uphill - downhill, then straight on again.
But sometimes it derails, and you feel the pain.
Many people get on and some get off the train.
Let them go, as for you they aren’t any gain.
How long does the journey take? I can’t say yet.
It depends on your fate as the sails are set.
Some day the train will reach it’s destination,
and it mostly happens without information.
Your friends will be with you to say goodbye,
as your journey is over and your soul will fly.
© Karin B. 2017
A lone wolf roames over his vast home range;
he doesn’t fit into the pack cos he’s a bit strange.
He refuses to show off his dominance and might,
because he has his fill of the territorial fight.
So he chooses solitude over a safe life in a pack,
as he loves his freedom and he’s on the right track.
The wolf avoids humans cos he can smell a rat;
He knows they’re a loose cannon, and he’s not a prat.
They pretend to like him, but in truth there’s a twist.
At the first opportunity he’ll be on their hit list.
A lone wolf is a spiv; he’s independent and game.
He’s aware of his skills and perhaps he’ll gain fame.
He’s lost in thought when he wanders around,
but he’s always watchful to catch every sound.
Don’t break his peace rudely with might and main.
Lone wolves are precious, so don’t cause them pain!
© Karin B. 2017
Once upon a time there was a bubbly little girl.
A funny little readhead with a heart like a pearl.
She was well-protected, but felt like a caged bird;
and to crown it all, her prayers weren’t heard.
So she read lots of books to escape from the cage.
Fantasy gave her wings; as becomes at that age.
The girl experienced adventures in her little head;
so she became a bookworm and didn’t feel bad.
She created her world with imagination and fun;
and to open a book was like the rising sun.
Once she was a hero and then again a little girl.
Sometimes also an actor, as she gave it a whirl.
So she managed her childhood, and she felt free.
Yes, you are right! The little readhead was me.
© Karin B. 2017
Clouds heavy with rain are gathering in the sky.
It’s eerily quiet before the heaven begins to cry.
The lull before the storm is oppressive and calm
but the heavy thunderstorm may cause great harm.
Big raindrops are falling ceaselessly down to earth
and rolls of thunder are the tempest’s birth.
Vivid flashes of lightning illumine the nightly sky
and with rolling thunder Thor heaved a sigh.
He vents his displeasure cos he fumes at people
who destroy the earth and act like sheeple.
With thunder and lightning he demos his might
to make sure that the world gets his message right.
A storm is also approaching and it’s like doomsday
cos Thor takes vengeance and brings people to pray.
© Karin B. 2017
Sometimes you’d like to turn back the clock
but sadly time flies and you’re in for a shock.
Unstoppably and dismally you get on in years
and that’s why you can’t dam up your tears.
Your spirit is young and your brain works well
but your body grows old so somehow it’s hell.
You had a nice body, you’re sporty and glad
but it can’t be helped so it drives you mad.
You’re hurt coz only youth counts these days.
You rail against your fate for the game that it plays.
And you wish you were younger – only 10 years.
It would make you happy and distract your fears.
To be good looking is of no advantage to you
so just smile and go on though you feel blue.
The best years of your life will never come back.
Accept that shit and don’t stray from the track!
© Karin B. 2017
Sometimes you take a trip down memory lane.
This can be lovely but may also bring up some pain.
Beautiful experiences come back to your mind
and they cheer your heart as they’re one of a kind.
Precious moments that you store in your heart
you’ll never forget even if your world falls apart.
All these wonderful moments of love and caring
make your sensitive soul really hard-wearing.
But you recall also the saddest moments of grief
experiences of life which are hard to believe.
People won’t feel you so better do what’s best.
Just keep mum and keep them close to your chest.
Only with friends share the bad and the good
they aren’t grudging and they know your mood.
So take your fascinating trip down memory lane
and I wish you pleasure without thoughts of pain!
© Karin B. 2017
You catch a glimpse of this person and you are confused
and he stops dead on his tracks and is clearly amused.
He’s you ex-friend and long time no see, long time no say!
Nostalgia does your head in and you decide to stay.
You both talk regally about everything under the sun
and to rake over the ashes is for you so much fun.
You think back wistfully because you had a great time
but it’s long gone when you were “partners in crime”.
So don’t stir up old stories and stay implicitly wise!
It will be like eating reheated food twice.
You weren’t meant for each other - that’s sad but true.
And there’s a reason for that so don’t feel blue.
No matter how much you loved him or just the good sex
store him in your heart but he’ll be forever your “ex”.
© Karin B. 2017
I take my one-week-old baby for a walk in the pram
as an old biddy comes closer it’s high time to scram.
But I was too slow and she babbles to my poor child:
”Ohh dear..dadada, dedede” so she just drives me wild.
Me:”I’m sorry madam, I didn’t know that you can’t talk”
and my words make inroads so I continue my walk.
But I’m out of luck today and a few minutes later
gets out of her car the next freakish mater.
“Oh my! She’s as pretty as you!” squeaks the old crud.
”No! The baby is newborn and looks like a shrivelled spud!”
The old flounder is gasping because of the hard truth
and my baby is sleeping. Well, long live the youth!
An old geezer reaches into the pram to touch my kid.
I’ve had enough! And I’m sick of this shit.
Listen folks, don’t bother me and leave us alone!
Knock somebody up and have a child for your own!
© Karin B. 2017
You’ll see! One day you’ll sweep the road!
Well they treat me as if I would be a load.
Oh goodness! You’ll end up in the gutter!
Why is your life such an absolute clutter?
They’ve nagged me about my life for years
and reduced me with their words to tears.
A dear friend of mine had to endure the same.
He wasn’t a robot so he was to blame.
But commerce and bank aren’t everbody’s taste
and creative people have no time to waste.
Our parents were upon us and hard to please
as if natural talents were a terrible disease.
But guess what? We didn’t become muppets
though we weren’t our parent’s puppets.
Each of us lives his life and makes his pile
and fights for strong luck once in a while.
To be chuffed about your life is the main goal
and to be a valuable person with a kind soul.
© Karin B. 2017
Let’s enjoy life to the fullest, let’s have fun to the last!
Who knows when they’ll nuke us without recalling the past.
We have nothing to lose but joy and easyness to gain
because our hope for world peace will sadly be in vain.
We don’t stand a chance as for them all goes to plan
and they will muller the earth as best as they can.
They think they’ll be weighty, immortal and stinking rich
but they’ll also go down fighting – well karma is a bitch.
Our only choice is to live each day as if it were our last
and not to pore over the big bang and wait for the blast.
Let’s forget our worries and let’s live our unfilled dreams!
It’s time to get back to basics and to ignore all the screams.
Let’s enjoy life in all its colour without feeling of regret
coz they can’t break us though the deadline is already set.
© Karin B. 2017
The darkness of the water trapped the drowned bod
and his liberated soul will now come to God.
He fought for his life whilst wild storm and heavy rain
and he asked God’s help but sadly in vain.
The dead water rocks the lonely boat on the lake
and the gale breaks the clouds to clear the intake.
Suddenly some beautiful cranes take to the air
and they guard the lost soul with the utmost care.
They attend it to heaven and into everlasting light
so the spirit may win peace after its fight.
The cranes are a symbol for longevity and bliss
and the bright light welcomes the soul with a kiss.
The vanished mind ascends into heaven at last
and the body in the lake is just a memory of the past.
© Karin B. 2017
I go to the DIY warehouse to buy some stuff
and I try to be laid-back and not to get rough.
The shopmen there are playing hide and seek.
What the hell are they paid for? Ghosts of the week?
But behind a shelf I spot a bored employee
and I nobble him promptly, oh lucky me!
Can you tell me where I can find iron nails please?
He must reflect so I suppose Alzheimer’s disease.
I need iron nails, sweet irons nails number nine
and a pretty new hammer would be also fine.
Well Ma’am which material would you like to tack?
That’s none of your damn business! What the heck!
Don’t ask stupid questions coz I just need nails
and I don’t want to give you some juicy details.
Ma’am it’s important what you’d like to nail
otherwise your project is foredoomed to fail.
Damn clever clogs my patience ran already out
so give me the crappy nails or I’ll shout out loud!
Don’t worry I won’t crucify my next-door neighbour
as I’m an opposer of dirty work and heavy labour!
He runs away in horror but comes back with my stuff
I made him get a move on - well DIY made me tough!
© Karin B. 2017
Have faith in yourself and you may move mountains.
Let your thoughts bubble like the water of fountains.
Love yourself and treat yourself always kindly!
Accept your weak points and trust yourself blindly.
Don’t destroy your body, your soul and your mind
because there are life’s little pleasures to find.
Don’t let sadness and desperation control your life
and when the demons appear just sharpen a knife.
The knife that I speak about is called inspiration
which kills your destructive foes with it’s fascination.
Don’t give the demons a carte blanche to succeed
even if your nerves are raw because you are in need.
Fear is a bad advisor and it’s true in every respect
it’s your life and your body that you have to protect.
The demons will tempt you but you must withstand
and if you go tits up take a helping hand.
Fight them with confidence and sort yourself out.
At the end you’ll be winning and unnameable proud.
© Karin B. 2017
Well you put on your riding suit coz the weather is fine.
Only the gloves and the helmet to put your ass on the line.
Your full-face helmet looks great but although underneath
you gather during your ride a hundred flies on your teeth.
But this doesn’t annoy you though they have a funny taste.
At least you get some protein and there’s no food waste.
You enjoy the lovely region but your finger tips are like ice
and to crown it all you have to pee – but in leathers – think twice!
You deny yourself the relief and you clench your teeth
though they are full of flies you deserve a laurel wreath.
You pull your finger out to arrive at home in a good time
but driving too fast is unfortunately an “attempted crime”.
Oh shit a copper, and he’s also riding a bike
he overtakes you and pulls you over but that's not what you like.
He takes off his helmet and smiles very friendly at you
and his teeth are also full of flies. Hahaha, can’t be true!
© Karin B. 2017
Heroes aren’t always famous, not even known by name.
Their heroics are unknown and without blaze of fame.
Many people risk their lives or just help others in need
quietly and thanklessly coz they don’t want any meed.
The real heroes act secretly without camera and press
and they are people who live among us nevertheless.
They don’t boast of doing good and don’t talk about it
as for me those are the true heroes I must admit.
To be a hero doesn’t depend on strength or height
the person needs a special attitude to shine a light.
Unusual moments demand unusual and spirited deeds.
Heroes have a sure feeling for what somebody needs.
Heroes step up when everyone else just backs down
and that’s often the reason to debar them the crown.
Empathetic people can be true heroes in various ways
and lustre withers but deep gratitude stays.
© Karin B. 2017
You look down from the ledge the gaping chasm in sight
but the ruddy abyss of despair didn't guide you right!
I see the emotional void and the pain in your tired mind
and thousand thoughts – you want to leave all behind.
You think of the troubles in life and of shattered dreams
but thoughts often run a rig and it isn’t as bad as it seems.
You think of your loved ones, of your friends and of God
and you look down to the chasm again – it’s just odd.
I’m afraid you would jump off and I don’t dare to approach.
But at this moment you’re the player and I'm the coach.
I just take your hand and pull you away from your death
and you approve silently so we both take a deep breath.
Your time isn’t up yet and there is still so much to realise
so make something of your life but you’ll have to revise.
Thank God you changed your mind and you chose well!
Live your dreams, enjoy life and send despair straight to hell!
© Karin B. 2017
You buy new technical stuff and it drives you insane
and you don’t read the manual because it’s in vain.
All these needless instrucions that occupy your mind
are written in Chinese language and you go blind.
Pretty browned off you decide to give it a try
and you plug that thing in but it resolved to deny.
So you give a friend a ring and you ask his advice
he’s as clueless as you but what he says sounds nice.
After the second try you bug the manual in the bin,
you swear like a trooper and you drink a glass of gin.
After the third glass of gin you are incredibly glad
but the thing doesn’t work and it drives you mad.
Two more glasses of gin and you don’t give a shit.
You hate that damn thing but you just make a hit.
You open the window and you throw that thing out.
Now you have your peace and that’s what it’s all about.
© Karin B. 2017
Give me strength to believe in the good thing
as people’s thoughts are often armed with a sting.
Give me the faith to believe that there will peace
so they won’t shoot the peace dove and it won’t decease.
Give me power to make my dreams come true.
I’m working hard on it but it’s all up to you.
Give me love to be fond of challenging peeps
coz deep down inside me the imp never sleeps.
Give me grey matter to read people’s faces
because blandishments often erase all traces.
Give me health and fun so I may enjoy my life
and please keep away resentment and strife!
Give me eyes like a hawk as an invaluable feature
and wisdom to think highly of every living creature.
Give me a soul that absorbs good vibes and light
so I’m able to make my world look bright.
Give me time to accomplish my mission on earth
and may I fulfil it with satisfaction and mirth.
© Karin B. 2017
As time goes by you recognise that you grow old in any wise.
You need glasses to read a book but now you have a serious look.
In the morning creak your joints and loud moans are your strong points.
And dont’ forget about your dentures because without them no adventures!
The taste of music also changed so your playlist must be rearranged.
Boisterous parties leave you cold but that doesn’t mean that you are old.
You only changed your attitude and you may be also sometimes rude.
Not everyone must be your friend and it’s your decision in the end.
At last you live your life in peace because ageing isn’t a disease.
Well buy a horse or a motorbike and live intensely as you like.
Enjoy your being, love and drink and don’t give a fuck what people think.
Believe me there’s more to come but never be a lazy bum.
Put on your jeans and let it rock though your relatives are in shock.
Have fun and have it your own way so there is nothing more to say!
© Karin B. 2016
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