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Word Storm
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Words skid down our windscreens
All now times
Rainy words
Snowstorm words
Hailstorm words
But they dribble down into the gutter.
Our words are worthless
Now there are templates
“The Nation is in danger”
“Immigrants threaten our jobs”
“We have to maintain the purity of
Our race/language/economy”
“Our colour is the best color”
Who’s worried now about the Panda
The rule book says now propaganda
Let’s toss the Ozone or Amazon or drugs
All under the bloody rug!
Take a hike, Right?
And you there shut off the mike!
Waiting for the Midnight Special to Shine a Light on Me in Munich!
There can be nothing more daunting and lonely than waiting for a Midnight train in a foreign city. We actually got disoriented in the fog as we reached our destination station and started walking in the wrong direction. No pedestrians at night. Then luckily because I had bought some coffee from the local Rewe shop I took that as a guiding post although in the night with its bright lights on the side wall and christian crosses it looked more like a church. Finally the sight of the flashing and red and blue lights of the gas station next to our hotel led us to our hotel and home. There was a man standing in his balcony and smoking a cigarette and I asked him about the direction of the hotel. My German vanished into the cold night and his English was not adequate enough to help us. He just gave a very European shrug and off we went pushing the pram with my little grandson in it and the other five year old in tow and my daughter beside me. She as is not unusual went into panic mode and befuddled me. She kept insisting that is not Rewe, it is a church. Thank God for the arabica coffee I had bought in the morning, we reached home safely.
The Net Commandments
Ok so now
It is time to climb the mountain
and waste away
Japanese style in a culvert,
A cave or a corner.
When now the weight of all
sins falls heavily like
A ton of bricks
Through a rat-chewed Net of frail and aged threads!
Ok so now
nobody is listening
or even within earshot
The rats have taken over the world
It is as they have already said
No country for old men.
Well really thumb lick through the pages of history
The rats have always ruled
And dogs lived their
Foretold life.
It is strange
They shout spacewards
Is there anybody out there?
While people squirm and starve and shrivel
Under all that spoken drivel!
Today if Moses
Climbed up the mountain
He would find a tablet perhaps in a neat box
And perhaps maybe certainly Really
With Netflix and Apple TV!!
Volcanic Anger
Everyone gets effed up sometime
Even the Earth splits
And spits lava
Such beautiful names-
Vesuvius, Mt. Etna and Hawaii
But wait?
Pompeii?
All over
When will the lava burst? Again
Civilized people are stunned
He’s insane
Families smothered; some make their escape
When I explode.
It takes centuries for civilization to reappear
On these shores!
Oh it is going to be a long wait.
Meanwhile the gossipy archealogists
minerologists and geologists
pick at the safe corners of the blast
mumbling at least it adds to the land mass
Six meters of ashes are hard to come out of
It takes centuries.
No wonder they keep repeating oft
“Don’t blow your top!”
Mystery of the Onion Domes on Munich Towers
Anyone not familiar with southern Germany and especially Bavaria is surprised by the onion domes on towers in and around Munich and even on churches. These I have found are the remnants of the Austrian empire. They also represent the victory of the Catholic church over the Protestant. Thus traditional spires are abandoned in favour of the more Russian looking onion domes. The architectural reason given is that onion domes do not gather heavy snow on the dome tops during the winter season.
Source–https://jsah.ucpress.edu/content/40/2/138
3 Very old, very worthwhile churches in Munich
I rushed through Munich recently and found your photographs and write-up very informative about things I had seen but did not have the luck to have a good guide to point out the history and names of the churches.
Munich’s clock in the middle of town is a big draw. Crowds of tourists cluster together in Marienplatz with necks stretched upward waiting for the elaborate Neues Rathaus (New Town Hall) glockenspiel to chime and dance, culminating with a life-sized knight getting knocked off his horse in a joust.
The clock is fun in a “it’s a small world” way and dates from 1908. But in a city with a 1,000 years of history like Munich, there is a lot more to check out, including three must-see churches that are all within a five minute walk of the glockenspiel: Old Peter, Frauenkirche, and St. Peter’s.
Old Peter:
The Church of St. Peter is the oldest church in Munich, and although the current building only dates from the 14th century, this location has been the site of worship since the 8th century. It was built in the pre-Gothic Romanesque style and has a comparatively small nave and low ceilings with small rounded (Romanesque) arches.
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A Violin Blow
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Violin blow
The soft breeze
Like the first accidental brush of a bow
On a violin before the go
Of the orchestra!
A gentle purr of a breath
A blow, nature whistles
Just lifts a strand of hair
On her head
And cools her brow’s sweat
Ruffles her collar
I forget summer
And shiver with a vision
Of a cozy winter with her.
Finally Logged Out!
Socially Mad Yaar
Socially awkward man
socially inept I say
Truly nudge me when
The world fills you with gloom
Show me quickly the clutter of your room
Tell me about the time -the matrimonial glitch
When you husband called you “bitch”
Don’t make me cringe with your smiling
Grinning Amsterdam pics
Don’t fill me with strife
With your unmatchable great life.
Don’t make me feel even smaller than
I already feel I am!
Show me your kitchen sink full of stinking
Food filled dirty dishes
Tell me honestly your curses and ill wishes
For the world at large!
Don’t loll so sexily on that London barge
Stop showing me your slim waist
How you are roaming the world
In full haste
Your big bust
Your ivory teeth
Though I love your sneer
Dear, you got it to perfection womin
Now look here at my double chin
Yur happy birthday message with a yankee accent
When you actually live in Tashkent
Sometimes you narrate with a southern drawl
A story with drama as though in Alabama
You are always having a ball
Your drink is so unimaginably tall
Your grin so broad
Send me your snaps in flip flops
And when your mask drops
Stop calling me from Heathrow, Atlanta
JFK; DXB, Pyongyang and Granada!
Leave me alone
With my lousy cold
My phone is now on permanent hold
Bye bye cruel social media
You have no idea
How sad I felt and locked out
Here now
There at last I permanently log out!
Fine tuning the dawn
The first bird of the morning
Whistling and tootling
While fine tuning the dawn
Temperature and colours.
Sqeezy doll sound bird
Another like a night watchman’s weird whistle.
Dogs yap at the emerging light but
That first bird keeps tootling
A tiny twit of a bird flits past
Sparrow sounds
First milkman
First reverse gear horn
First Crow Caw
Still the tootling
He has not yet perfected the dawn.
Then a loud motor starts
Startling the birds
The spell is broken
The city begins at once
Now is a new
Same anxiety day
A city day
Magic dawn is over!
