I HAVE WAITED FOR YOU ….

A WISH ….

ON A GUMTREE HIGH….

A LOVE POEM

A FAN MAIL FROM FAR AWAY…..

A WALTZ FROM LONG AGO…..

TREAT POLITICIANS….

COMPASSION

A LOW-LIFE !

NOTHING EVER IS SO LOW
WHEN, OVERPAID, A C.E.O.
SACKS HIS WORKERS, TOILING HARD
FOR LITTLE, AND WITH NO REGARD,
RE-LOCATES THE FACTORY
TO OVERSEAS WHERE SEEMINGLY
CHEAPER WORKERS SLAVE ANEW
WITHOUT ANY RIGHTS TO SUE.



HIS PAY IS CALLED ‘PERFORMANCE-BASED’
AS THIS TOTAL HUMAN WASTE
MOVES IN ROOMS SO CLIMATISED,
HAS BUSINESS LUNCHES, OVER-SIZED,
EXPENSIVE DRINKS WITH CLOSEST MATES
FROM THE BOARD, THAT HIGHLY RATES
HIS PERFORMANCE AND WITH WEALTH
THEY REWARD HIM, USING STEALTH.



BY TRAMPLING OVER HUMAN BEINGS,
LOYALTY AND WORKERS’ FEELINGS, 
POSSESSED WITH DRIVE OF EGOTISM
AND PRACTISING PARASITISM,
HE RE-LOCATES HIS COMPANY.
MY FRIEND, I GIVE YOU ONE ADVICE:
WHEN YOU HEAR THESE NEWS OR LEAKAGE, 
HAVE NO CONTACT WITH THIS SEEPAGE!

ABSCHIED………. (in German)

Die grossen Wolken ziehen weit
und nehmen meine Jugendzeit
mit sich dahin – ich bleib zurueck.
Im Sinn verwirrt,
ich fuehle kalt - 
jetzt bin ich alt!



Wie ich einst lebte, froh, erfuellt,  
ich bleibe hier, verwirrt, enthuellt,              
und sehe hilflos himmelwaerts.
Mein Herz so friert,
allein ich bleib, 
im grossen Leid.



Wenn wohl mein Leben dann vorbei, 
erschoepft und muede alles sei,
schliess’ ich mich den Wolken an. 
Sie ziehen ewig fort        
und mit frohen Sinnen  
reise ich von hinnen!

MESSAGE ON A TOMBSTONE

YOU CAME TO ME BUT I HAVE GONE
O FRIEND FROM LONG AGO
I’VE LIVED A LIFE AWAY FROM YOU
IN HOMESICKNESS AND WOE.




I’VE BEEN WITH YOU, SO FAR AWAY,
IN THOUGHTS, SO FULL OF PAIN
AND IN MY DREAMS I HEARD YOU SAY
‘DON’T LIVE YOUR LIFE IN VAIN.’




TIME WILL COME, MY DEAREST FRIEND,
WHO CAME ACROSS THE SEA
WHEN FINALLY WE’LL MEET AGAIN
IN ETERNAL COMPANY!

HOW WOMEN LOVE THEIR TELEPHONE…..

EXAGGERATIONS…..

The morning’s grey – what will it bring?
Outside, there blows a freezing wind
and brings the South pole closer home.
I fancy polar creatures roam
at intersections, public places,
where people rush with frosty faces
past penguins and seals in masses
who stare at them with frozen asses
as they pursue their daily chore,
so frozen deep down to their core.