18.12.2010

Children of da Revolution!

 
Children of da Revolution!

© by Stefan[at]MyTree.ch 23-Jan-2007

This poem was written at London Stansted Airport for Jeannine who gave me 5£ which means that I start to earn money with my poetry! It’s a MILESTONE!

It is not the amount of money that counts , it is just the fact that somebody helped me and I could pay my food with words! Thank you! Jeannine! You gave me more than you know!

Where are all the children of the revolution?
Where do they work? In which institution?
Why is all over the world such a confusion?
When will they be born? The children of the revolution?

Children grown-up without fear
Of luggage which might explode
Children with an open mind
for all beings of any kind
Freedom, family and equality
without any bank-code

When will they replace the idiots in charge*?
When is the spring-revolution? Is it in March?
It is going to happen – later or sooner
Hopefully before my funer
al

Call any God that you know
And ask him to stop
This unfair political game
Ask him to stop this hypocritical show
Ask him to remove all who are insane
But do not blame him!
You’ve got to vote and if you don’t - it is a sin!

Well, why the hell should we care?
The auto-destructive nature of human kind
Can not be seen by any creature
To sum it up: LIFE IS UNFAIR
It’s HUMAN NATURE!



*Definition of a politician: smooth, shining, and deceitful as thin ice!


17.12.2010

The Female of the Species

Rudyard Kipling
The Female of the Species.


When the Hymalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
But the she-bear thus accosted, rends the peasant tooth and nail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When Nag, the wayside cobra, hears the careless foot of man,
He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it if he can;
But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale,
For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale -
The female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Man, a bear in most relations, worm and savage otherwise, -
Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.

Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
Mirth obscene diverts his anger, Doubt and Pity oft perplex
Him in dealing with an issue to the scandal of The Sex!

But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;
And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.

She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
May not deal in doubt or pity, must not swerve for fact or jest.
These be purely male diversions, not in these her honor dwells.
She, the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.

She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate;
And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.

She is wedded to convictions, in default of grosser ties;
Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies! -
He will meet no cool discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.

Unprovoked and awful charges even so the she-bear fights;
Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons, even so the cobra bites;
Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
And the victim writhes in anguish like the Jesuit with the squaw!

So it comes that Man, the coward, when he gathers to confer
With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
To some God of Abstract Justice which no woman understands.

And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
Must command but may not govern, shall enthral but not enslave him.
And She knows, because She warns him, and Her instincts never fail,
That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.

Dust if you must!

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
bake a cake, or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there is not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come round again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it's not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
you, yourself, will make more dust!
Joy and Sorrow

There's driftwood on the lightest waves that blow,
And worthless mud in deepest depths below.
Yet purest pearls upon the surface ride,
And priceless gems lie far beneath the tide.
Rich treasures with the worthless sands do toss.
We everywhere find mingled gold and dross.
So whether we sail high or sink below,
We find some joy, some sorrow, where we go.
-- Colfax Burgoyne Harman



The Roots of Violence:
Wealth without work,
Pleasure without conscience,
Knowledge without character,
Commerce without morality,
Science without humanity,
Worship without sacrifice,
Politics without principles.

13.12.2010

Children of the REVOLUTION! JRZ!

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Lyrics by Stefan M. Music and vocals by Mr. Robins Mixing by J. Steiner


Where is your TREEhugger-Story!

mybaotree.jpg
Bäume sind Leben!
Ihr sagt oft: 
"Ich würde geben, aber nur dem, der es verdient!"
Die Bäume in eurem Obstgarten reden nicht so,
und auch nicht die Herden auf euren Weiden. 
Sie geben, damit sie leben dürfen, 
denn zurückhalten heißt zugrundegehen. 
Khalil Gibran, Der Prophet

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schon meint, dass er ein Vogel wär,
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Khalil Gibran

10.12.2010

Veronica decided to die!

5Word-Input: Peace, Love, Light, Freedom, Veronica 

Veronica decided to die!
by Stefan@MyTree.CH 11.12.2010 inspired by TREE Rivera

Veronica decided to die
but couldn't commit suicide
Her shrink told her a lie
she didn't like it - run and hide

At some point in her life
she wasn't able to see the light
Couldn't feel the pride
and still couldn't use a knife

to kill herself - in her night dive
she felt like off-the-shelf
she couldn't help herself
still, she didn't know her shelf life

Everyone has the freedom to leave
if you feel a hive of intrigue
get rid of the fatigue
Life is like a sieve

Only by screening
you'll understand the meaning
Before you rest in peace
go down on your knees

Use your sieve - catch the Love
When you're under osmotic pressure,
Try to understand the meassure
as derived from the equation of VANT HOFF! 8-)

08.12.2010

Rilke!

Der Panther!



Du musst das Leben 

nicht verstehen!


Rilke & Chopin 

• In meinem wilden Herzen •


07.12.2010

Luxusprobleme

Luxusprobleme
by Stefan(at)MyTree.CH 22.11.2010

Gewidmet all jenen
mit Luxusproblemen.

Luxusprobleme sind per Definition
Probleme, die nur durch Reichtum entstehen,
durch die Geburt in die richige Familie oder Nation
Probleme von denen die Armen nichts verstehen!

iTunes - iPhone - iPad
Me, MYSELF and I- First!
Others dream of an iBread
while our earth is going to burst

Social-Network? Wie "sozial" ist dass denn?
Kommunikationsspielzeug für die Reichen
and was haben sie denn zu sagen?
Jedenfalls nichts über die Armen!

Zeitvertreib mit Smart-Phone und Co.
Aber sag mal ganz ehrlich: Wieso?
Wieso denkst Du Dein Smartphone wird Dir etwas nützen,
wenn wir gemeinsam die Erde ins Unglück stürzen?

Würden sich die Blogger im selben Masse,
für unsere Umwelt interessieren
wären weniger Arme auf der Strasse
und die Erde könnte länger weiterexistieren!

WikiLeaks - WikiGeeks


"I fear the newspapers more than a hundred thousand bayonets."
 Well, Napoleon didn't know WikiLeaks yet!

Poetry for WikiLeaks
byStefan{at}MyTree.TV

Weirdo, freak or geek? 
Who is Assange Julian? 
Who is this frolic man? 
The founder of WikiLeaks!

Everybody is all ear when Julian speaks!
Nothing is unclear when transparancy sneaks!

Looks like each embassy 
has some dirty things to hide
It's tasting quite messy
when you take a lucency-bite!

Honesty is the best policy?
Diplomacy is the best disguise!
Honestly, when will SPEECH be free?
Surprise! Surprise! You shall ask the wise!


Is Wikileaks the future of journalism?


05.12.2010

Das letzte Wort

by Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 2006

Musst Du immer das letzte Wort haben?
Ewig deinen Senf dazugeben?
Antworten geben auch ohne Fragen?
Alles wissen doch keine Ahnung haben?

Eben, wer zuletzt lacht, der lacht am besten!
Doch was macht der mit den letzten Worten?
Das sollte man doch testen!
Tests fuer Besserwisser und Kohorten.

Was zaehlt ist nicht die Anzahl
Kerzen auf der Torte
sondern die schlaue Auswahl
der richtigen Worte

Politiker kennen dieses Spiel
Sagen wenig reden viel
Setzen noch weniger um in Taten
Besser ist es wohl abzuwarten

Politiker versprechen immer mehr
und schreibens in die Polit-Agenda
"Leider muessen Sie noch mehr Steuern zahlen"
Aber das sagen wir euch nicht vor den Wahlen
Wie nennt man das? - Propaganda?

Krankenkassenpraemien sind auch gestiegen
Das bedauern wir aber sehr!
Als Gegenzug duerfen Sie weniger Leistungen kriegen
Ist das nicht toll ? Gesetze kann man ja biegen.

Wohin fuehrt das nur?
Gehoeren wir bald alle zu den working poor?
Konzerne schreiben Rekordgewinne
Realloehne und Kaufkraft sinken
und die Konzepte der Politiker stinken!

Zu modernen Sklaven degradiert
mit der oekonomischen Peitsche traktiert
Wollt ihr Milch trinken oder nur MOLKE|
Das letzte Wort gehoert dem VOLKE|


PS: Bitte bei den naechsten Wahlen keine Idioten mehr waehlen...

The drizzling stars!

The drizzling stars
By Stefan{at}MyTree.CH for Sherida 10.08.2009
Input: Night, Wind, Ash, Star, drizzle

................

Do you know the drizzling stars?
Falling down to earth like ash?
Flying through the universe,
Dancing in a windy bash?

When they fall in the night and dance
They know who they used to be
Looking back with a piercing glance
Landing on some ash tree - leaves.

Up again and down in cycles
Pausing in some fired clay
Ending up in a pirate bay -

At the end of a glorious day
they find them self in the fusion zone
of a supernova or a human bone
transforming into a silver ray

Is there any price they pay
for the transcendental trip?
You'd say yes! Well, I'd say NAY!
They even didn't give any tip!

04.12.2010

TV, Music, Cookies, Trust, Romeo

5words

tv, music, cookies, Trust, Romeo
5 word-input-poetry inspired by Nicole,
Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 26.09.2009

V.1.0

Would you trust in Juliette
if you were Shakespeares Romeo?
Wouldn't you ever regret
not to listen to your favorit music in dolby digital stereo?

Would you cut your right ear
in order to paint like Vincent?
and, how much money would you spent
if you were deaf-blind
and all of a sudden you could hear?

Would you eat Cookies and watch TV
if you had only one day in your life left?
Tell me! Who would you like to be?
To be charged with identity theft?

Yes, it sounds quite bitter
But you can be anyone on TWITTER
You can even be Britney Spears Babysitter!
After all, isn't it just too much digital litter?



Please write your own Poetry including the 5 words above and
win a deep insight into your own soul!

Please post your opinion or your own poetry-version in the comments!

Let it flow & let it grow!

Thanks!

Der Skarabäus

Der Skarabäus
By Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 11.10.2009

Ein Skarabäus zieht übers Himmelszelt
und sieht herab auf unsre winzige Welt
Die Fragen die er sich da oben stellt
bleiben für uns wohl un-erhellt

Ein Skarabäus krabbelt übers Himmelszelt
Gejagt von einem Hund, der niemals bellt
Getrieben von der Kraft, die der Wind enthält
Er immer die selbe Distanz behält

Der Skarabäus zieht von dannen
verschwindet hinter den Tannen.

Wer mit den Wolken auf Welt-Reisen geht
Weiss dass er aus dem selben Stoff besteht
und kann reisen so viel er will
er ist dennoch nie am Ziel.

Und?
Wann
gehst
Du
mit
den
Wolken
auf Reisen?

Curator of your life!


Curator of your life!
by Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 02.12.2010 inspired by Tree Riviera - TREEhugger/USA!
Input: Divinity, Endurance, Unruffled, Puddle, Bashful
Output: Cockney Rhyming Slang-PoeTREE! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cockney
Curator of your life!
by Stefan{at}MyTree.CH 02.12.2010

Is it all about bread and honey
that you find in your sky rocket?
It might sound extremely funny
but you can't shake hands with the fist in your pocket!

What do you do when your plats hurt?
Do you find divinity in a tweeting bird?

What is the endurance of a blissful mind?

Can you see the TREEspirit or are you completely blind?


"Life is just a puddle of mudd?"
Don't tell porkies!

You have everything you've got!

So play some short keys!


Once I had too many Britneys

but I was still bashful for years
so stay unruffled - use yer loaf
and trust in the guy above

on the Apples and Pears to heaven

or on your flight on the 9th of 11


Are you with yourself at strife?
Well,
become
THE CURATOR
OF YOUR OWN LIFE!

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