Poetry Can Make You Smile

While listening to you,
her hands are always busy.
She just ate an orange,
which you can tell
by the peelings
she left on the table.

It doesn't matter
where you build your home,
as long as you feel
comfortable and happy in it.

Where ever it is warm,
Bram is on top of it.
So, even when it's burning,
on the antique stove he sits.

He will not burn his belly,
the upper half is for baking bread,
but once he jumped on the other stove
and I won't tell you what he said.

Squeaking sounds|
fill the air.
Hidden from the human eye
they'll grow,
until one day
they'll fly away
and silence returns again.

Packed in by a rose,
the old outdoor toilet house,
new scent takes over.

Some early dawn a duck raced by,
he was in a hurry, but nobody knew why.
He was just doing his normal things,
flying that is, using both his wings.

No one would have noticed the duck,
but this day the duck was out of luck.
He flew in the way of a monitorline,
and became the first duck with a fine.

He surprised the men when they looked
to speedy cars, the radar had booked.
They saw a duck and no car anymore,
who should have flown fifty, not sixtyfour.

Once upon a time in late September,
I met this knight on horse, who was real sad.
It was cold and dark as I remember,
I asked him "Why?" He said: "I'm going mad".

"Step down your horse and tell me what is wrong,
I'll listen to your story my dear knight".
While he made camp, I made some coffee strong,
and we sat down at fire's flickering light.

He held his cup and gazed into the fire,
words came slowly when he began to speak,
"Ma'am, there is someone that I admire,
but every time we meet, my knees go weak.

Out my mouth comes nothing but a mumble,
not like the tone in which I speak to you.
It's like my body, to dust will crumble,
I want it stopped, please tell me what to do".

I told him that he lacked of self esteem,
that he should get a grip of his own mind,
that his senses could be working like a team
and leave this insecurity behind.

I told him he should speak like in a dream,
because in dreams one can do anything.
That he should kiss her under moonlight's beam
and bring a serenade if he could sing.

He sighed and said "Sweet lady, you're too kind,
not that your good advice I won't endorse,
but love - in that case - would be really blind;
The one that I admire………..is a horse".