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Tag: thought-provoking

The future

Published by Ondrej on July 29, 2024

Walking along the wheat-lined path
The future smiles in the wind
The past orchestrates and plays its wrath
As the singing breeze begins to din

Question-marks sprout like giant beanstalks
Impaling the clouds, making them bleed
Tears of pasts and presents walk
Hand-in-hand in this great deed

Sunshine on the trees creaks to a standing halt
As all the paths in front of me split and veer
The fields open up an infinite vault
They have my horse backing up to the rear

Perhaps they mean no ill deed
Perhaps they just line the road
Perhaps my heart will be joyful
Accepting the way without greed.
Picking up the seeds I sowed
And the leave questions unanswered
As they waft away in the summer wind.

History

Published by Ondrej on November 30, 2023

The plight of History
paths worn out
by lowered gazes
gutters soaked with
rivers of tears
swords blunted
with the hearts
of good ones, converted.

Converted to causes they
didn’t believe in;
converted against their will
walking on paths
worn by the tears
of those who’ve been there before.

In the middle of nowhere

Published by Ondrej on November 11, 2023

Such a funny sentence
What does it mean
Where is nowhere
and where can I find it?

Is it where the trees stopped growing
and the oil slicks stopped spilling
Is it where there is peace
and love amongst all?

Home 2

Published by Ondrej on October 9, 2023 
Home, tugging at my heartstrings
Home, slipping away into the dark
Home, why don’t I know what my heart sings
Home, why does every step miss the mark?

As the clouds cover all below
Shrouding memories in mist
Thinking of the thoughts in tow
All the things I might've missed

Questioning my happiness
Wondering what home I miss
And doubting my sadness
Longing for my beloved’s kiss. 

Onwards I go, alone but not lonely
As the way forward becomes clear
My darling, I know that only 
Want you to be by my side, my dear.

Anger

Published by Ondrej on August 1, 2023 
Shouting and throwing things
    spilled tears and spilled dreams
is this really how
    we ought to deal with life's seams?

My love, look at me,
    look me in the eyes
my dear, imagine a world
    with no surprises!

As fuming red turns to foggy hues,
    and words come out in two-by-twos
take a step back
   and see life's funny cues.

No need to spill and make a mess
    if only to one another you'd confess
don't bend over and cry
    and spoil your pretty dress!

If only we'd see what's life's everyday
    instead of fighting day to day
it's not that hard
    if you imagine the beautiful future coming our way.

Tired

Published by Ondrej on August 1, 2023 
Eyes drooping
Head pounding
             thud
                       thud
A relentless anxiety
    to keep digging mud

Shovel in, shovel out
    what's the point 
        of this night out?

Smoke-filled rooms
    and dainty hallways
the corridors of life
    sweep us away

We mustn't forget
    to breathe and pause
because it is in our power
    to change course.

Appreciate

Published by Ondrej on April 28, 2023 
The warm embrace 
                        of the sun's rays
And the moon's
                        cooling gleams
As you stretch out
                        your arms
And embrace the world
                       embrace our planet
                       embrace your friends
                       embrace your family
                       embrace yourself.

A traveller’s meandering mind

Published by Ondrej on February 6, 2023

A man in a beige tracksuit
next to two from Southeast Asia
I wonder what your stories are
I wonder what your stories will become.

You, the lad who’s earlobes are gauging
No, they’re not evaluating
But rather being s t r e t c h e d
Will he then smile from ear to ear?
Man, his coffee was good
I wonder, I wander,
What stories brought him here.

My own story brought me here, to Schiphol
Time travelling or travelling time?
Working hard or hardly working
these are the questions the moment seeks to answer.

Framed ham

Published by Ondrej on February 6, 2023

An older gentleman
With the battle scars of the elements
Crossed upon his brow

Sat opposite me on the metro
And held in his hands
His hard-worked and tough hands
(No ring adorned)
He softly held
A packet of ham from the supermarket

The same way my beloved holds me when I’m down
When all grey becomes bright and colourful

I hope the famed ham was nice:
perhaps it partook in a good sandwich or two,
perhaps he framed it.

Music in the Common Room

Published by Ondrej on November 10, 2022

Tired from a long day’s walk
we rest our weary feet
and sit around a table to meet
and cover the missed day’s talk.

The five lads sitting opposite
take out banjo and fiddle alone
playing, singing tunes of evermore
washing away life’s grime and grit.

The young and naïve poet sitting nearby
tries to capture the jovial mood
but his pen’s no match for the fiddle’s shrewd
tunes of times long whizzed by.

The cold warmth of the autumnal indoors
brings us together here across the world
what an amazing life it is, I behold
the Celtic music healing my sores.