Saturday, November 27, 2021

Dreaming of Love (a #poem)

Once mysterious,
now mundane.
Soon forgotten,
dying in vain.

With the waters rising
dreams came true
which wasn't surprising
'cause I knew you.

Like grains of sand


our memories collided
with you by my hand
our faith was decided.

Through mists of time,
guided from above
we found a rhyme,
dreaming of love

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Thursday, November 25, 2021

Denying something exists does not make it go away

Sometimes I simply don't understand people. Why would anyone deny covid-19 is a serious health risk for millions of people and why would people deny the fact climate change is a real and dangerous thing, mainly caused by us, people?

Do people need to get ill themselves or lose a loved one to covid before they understand their favourite populist or information channel is wrong?

Do people really need to see their house destroyed before they realise climate change is real and the cause of more floods, draughts and tornadoes?

Apparently so because a lot of people are stupid.

If you don't want to believe me or actial scientists in stead of a random stranger who claims she (it's often women who share fake news) has done her 'own' research and 'proofs' her 'own' theory that just happens to float around in the exact same words on thousands of other social media accounts, perhaps you could listen to Elon Musk:


'Yes, but I have a good immune system and can combat all diseases with ease!' 1. That's a very selfish thought because maybe someone that you infect (like you grandmother or a co-worker) might not have such an amazing immune system as you have. 2. If you have such great trust in your immune system, why are you so mortally afraid of a vaccin or of wearing a facemask? 3. Why are you at least as stupid as Herman Cain? Anyone could get seriously ill or even die from the virus. And no, it's not 'just a simple flu.' Only simple people think it is.



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Saturday, November 20, 2021

To her (a short story)

He knew that she knew that he knew that she liked him. Or so. 
His hunch was proven on his last day at work. 
She approached him resolutely and gave him a recent passport photo. 
On the back was the text: 'This way you won't forget me', followed by her name, 
three x-es and a phone number which he suspected to be hers.

In the plane the next morning he felt his cheek that still softly glowed 
from the kiss she had planted on it. 


When she made virtual contact half a life later 
and sent a photo he recognised her straight away.

He had indeed never forgotten her.

Her features were of a classic beauty. She had aged some but was more beautiful 
than she had been in his thoughts. 
By the looks of it the years had been kind to her 
and in the time that passed she had had a son, or so her understood.

His heart fell when the realisation that another had beaten him to it hit him. 
After a few months of correspondence he found out that she was a single mother 
and he silently uttered a tentative cry for joy. 

It was up to him now to make a move but did he dare? 
Or should he leave the next step to her?

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