Beauty contest

It is all a game
About fame
It is our duty
To look “past” beauty
One day we love and adore
The other day no more
Because they have scars
Their heart put behind bars
We now only feel pity
Leave them in a pile of shitty

Imagine 7.5 billion people in line
And a jury would define
What your beauty is worth
On this magnificent Earth
You do not have the right size?
You can not win a beauty prize
You could always have an injection
To match a picture of perfection
But when you fall out “of tune”
You can not receive a fortune
I believe it is a disgrace
To put people out-of-place

What happens when you have cancer?:
When you lose your breast(s)?
You go through (a) life test(s),
What about the rest?
All your days are “messed”
You cope, but are so stressed
You need your care to be the best
You want to curl up in a safe nest
And the beauty contest?
Is not of any interest!

I will say it in my own way:
I see beauty every day
From Europe to Africa
Form Asia to America
I see it on the corner of every street
I see it in the people who I meet

Spring is in the air

I can tell
It is the smell
In my view
It is something new

A feeling of beauty
Without any duty
The air seems cleaner
The grass greener

The grey becomes whiter
Faces brighter
The clouds passed away
The sun came out to play

Spring is in the air!
It is very rare
Still early in the year
People enjoying a beer

Or a nice glass of wine
The feeling is just fine
People using their bike
Others taking a hike

I wouldn’t want to miss
A couple sharing a kiss: )
All the worries will fade
New promises are made

Enjoying every moment in time
Words just flow into a rhyme
No feeling of any harm
This moment makes me feel calm

This feeling I spread as far as I can
To every woman, to every man!

 

 

Love everyday!

On the “day of Valentine”
You may say: “You are mine”!
This is your special way
To share your Love on this day

Are you shy and you don’t dare?
Today you share your “fantasy affair”
This day we are all in “Love”
But is that enough?

What about tomorrow?
Do we share the sorrow?
When we are in the dark
Do we look for the Love spark?

My Love will be there the day after
To share the tears and the laughter
I want the whole world to know
For Love I will vow, I bow!

It is not only about you and me
I think we can all agree
That Love is the key
For all of us to become free

I would Love to send a Valentine’s card
To touch every single heart
“In Love” we play our own special part
To share, to be brave,  and to get smart

Letting go

I gaze
In the haze
I can’t see clear
Because of my fear

I did my best
To avoid my unrest
Do not suppress
But express

With a shout
Let it out, loud
Let your tears flow
Please Let it go!

I want to tell
“I created my own Hell”!
I needed to feel
Then I could heal

Through my imagination
I make my own creation!

Happiness

Is singing
Dancing
Rolling in the grass
Reaching for the stars

Running in the rain
Without any pain
Swimming in the sea
Drinking tea

Sunshine on your face
Life is not a race
Climbing a tree
Everything for free

PEACE everywhere
Only love and care
Everything is fair
It is just there

Tell us dear children

How to play in a puddle
How to just cuddle
Tell us how to live
To learn to forgive
Do the angels sing
What message do they bring
To feel the sun on our skin
In your world without a “sin”
Do you reach the stars at night
Can you turn on their light
Can you travel to the moon
Just sitting on a balloon
Tell us how to just
Trust

Tell us the way
We all went a stray
Walk with us at ease
On meadows, under trees
Help us to undo
From this “physical glue”
“Things” we do not need
How to plant a new seed
Where laughter and joy
Are our new special toy

A History (his-story)

In every house, on the other side of the front door
there is a story, a history (his-story).
This “front door” can be in a house, an appartement,
in an igloo, 
in Soweto or where people just live under
a bridge 
without a window or front door!
Over here, there, everywhere, EVERYBODY has
their own story.

We often judge about other people, but when do we
seriously listen to somebody’s 
life story?

In every form of life
There is a drive
To live
To take and give
Not only to survive
But to thrive
Make no mistake
There is a lot at stake
People cope
Because of Hope
So much to lose
Walk in their shoes”
For one single day
And then you may
Have learned a new lesson
In feeling compassion