tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-224726562024-03-08T08:58:06.756-08:00Nalizok Poem CollectionManfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-65065419697575688472013-03-09T05:35:00.003-08:002013-03-09T05:41:07.761-08:00Advice for Proper Cat Handling<span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Every <span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222;">cat</span> likes a stroke</span><br />
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<span style="color: black;">And not too fast.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It does not: </span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A sudden yell</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Too long on one spot.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">What can we learn from the <span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222;">cat</span>?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">It is not wrong to pet</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">But you should never let</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">That won't do.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">For who was ever fond</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Of the greedy "I want!"</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">But who has ever declined</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">A want intertwined</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Of live and let live.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">If you you follow these rules</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Every <span class="il" style="background-color: #ffffcc; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222;">cat</span> drools.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">These rules also apply</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">To some people, no lie!</span></div>
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Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-57308403686384882202013-03-06T14:28:00.004-08:002013-03-09T05:37:31.281-08:00A House of my own<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: inherit;">With a hole in the bottom to get rid of the waste,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And a narrow hard cot so I can live clean and chaste.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And some light from the ceiling,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Which assists the soul's healing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A stool, desk, and an easel,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I'll be fit like a weasel!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Barbells and dumbbells,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Running shoes in one corner,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And a couple of warm pelts,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I will not need a sauna.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This is my dream: not a tomb...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">----but a womb.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Out of which I come crawling,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All pink like a baby,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And follow my calling,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">This will come true, maybe.</span></div>
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Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1163554210165260992006-11-14T17:30:00.000-08:002008-04-21T07:18:24.048-07:00A Nameless Universe<span style="font-weight: bold;">In the Beginning</span><br /><br />In a swirling mist<br />Where evil gaseous islands glow<br />from afar, faintly green<br />There is only spectral dust,<br />And Anti-Matter, the other side of dust.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The Forming of an Idea</span><br /><br />Someone decides, or maybe no-one,<br />Maybe a nonentity decides not,<br />That this world of aimlessly floating particles<br />Is too little, or too much of it.<br />Organization is the key!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grains group</span><br /><br />Particles have a tendency to get together<br />Grouping. Sociophysical forces.<br />Gas becomes dust, dust grains<br />Grains group and form spheres<br />Ellipsoid shapes, flattened at the poles.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />The Dawning of a Universe<br /></span><br />Boiling lava things, bubbling<br />Spurting jets of incandescent plasma<br />Yawning abysses, vastness of black space<br />The very big bodies are suns and stars,<br />The smaller ones, the planets!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Coda</span><br /><br />This is the universe, a tapestry of matter,<br />Woven on the black background<br />Of perfect nothingness, and dark matter, and gas.<br />The Universe, ever expanding, yet always collapsing.<br />A breathing place. A promising place?<br />I like it, says the professor, my son a student here.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1160692472290288712006-10-12T15:23:00.000-07:002006-10-12T15:37:57.836-07:00The Silent Mould ManMycelia,<br />Masses of spores,<br />a downy coating,<br />on patches furry, even.<br /><br />The silent man of mould<br />Greenish-glowing , sickly-smelling<br />Constant rot, from time to time<br />A leg comes off, an arm,<br />Or part of his face.<br /><br />He carries on,<br />Sits by his record player<br />Listening to Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau<br />In his cave.<br /><br />The mould man,<br />The starry one.<br />A man with dreams,<br />A man of few words.<br />His son is a student.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1160520548013621782006-10-10T15:45:00.000-07:002008-02-09T14:49:45.788-08:00The Cave under the House on the IslandThe sea is a sea of swirling mists<br />A strange, high house sits on its island, a rocky one<br />The Rocky Island in the Sea of Mists<br />hosts a cave, under the house.<br /><br />This is a cave with walls of rock<br />Entered through a trapdoor<br />In the oaken floor of the strange high house<br />Which sits on its island, the rocky one.<br /><br />At night, when the mists swirl slightly more,<br />And the house groans and creaks,<br />And the sea winds play around the dark gables of the high house.<br />The cave stays quiet, except for dripping sounds.<br /><br />Drip, drip, drip,<br />And then a pause.<br />Drip, drip, drip, and drip<br />A hushed silence, then it drips again.<br /><br />The house is dark, and wet, and cold,<br />For no-one lives there, only spectres.<br />The cave under the house is wet and cold<br />But not dark, for the fungi living there emit a greenish glow.<br /><br />The fungi light shines not unheeded,<br />For there are mould-creatures,<br />Who walk about the many forking paths,<br />Who walk about so silently, and never speak a word.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1157290402830223822006-09-03T06:28:00.000-07:002006-09-03T06:39:25.920-07:00The Ego's Host"The Ego<br />Will never let you kill it's host."<br />Someone said that to me<br />And I will never forget.<br /><br />Let me ask you:<br />What exactly is<br />"The Ego"?<br />And who is the Ego's host?<br /><br />And where is the House<br />Where the Ego's host dwells.<br />A house in the Woods of Id<br />Where the Ego and its host sit.<br /><br />Oh Ego!<br />What a kind, benevolent being<br />You must be!<br />Fierce protector of your host!<br /><br />Am I not<br />My Ego's host?<br />Will I be forever protected<br />By my Ego?Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1154983812876208052006-08-07T13:44:00.000-07:002006-08-07T16:24:24.513-07:00Gardens of Machine CultureThese are the Gardens of the Machine Culture;<br />They are peaceful, proud, serene.<br />No cars, few roads.<br />Transportation of goods or people<br />Has no importance.<br /><br />The cycleopean rocks<br />Are there to protect the factories,<br />The trees clean the air,<br />The factories make music.<br />A low humming, which fills the air.<br /><br />At night, the cicadas sing their song,<br />Accompanied by winged transistors.<br />The song of the Mood Organ Factory.<br />Nearby the Clavichord Manufactury,<br />Which emits slight clanking noises.<br /><br />Of people, there are few.<br />They do not go moving about.<br />They know that they must do their work.<br />Like the trees, the rocks, the factories.<br />Their work: to read old manuscripts.<br /><br />The old manuscripts are stored<br />In climatized libraries.<br />Libraries in the disguise of rocks.<br />This is where the humans spend<br />The longest parts of their days.<br /><br />Only in the evening mists<br />One can see them having their strolls.<br />Very soon, when the night comes,<br />They go to their quarters,<br />Where they sleep,<br />A quiet humming noise singing their dreams.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1146610812531969722006-05-02T16:00:00.000-07:002006-08-23T16:49:50.846-07:00The Dweller in the CaveI live in a cave<br />A deep, cavernous cave<br />With grey walls<br />Covered with fungi<br />Of all sorts, and of evil smells.<br /><br />My long white hair covers my behind<br />My long white beard covers the front of my body<br />The amassed hair makes me look bigger than I really am<br />I look like a hairy body with half a face<br />And horny feed, which portrude<br />I kill every one who enters my cave.<br /><br />But people have stopped entering my cave<br />They use the entry phone to rile me.<br />Their voices sound hollow, booming, resonant,<br />Inside the cave.<br />My voice sounds tinny<br />through the cheap loudspeaker<br />Outside the cave.<br /><br />I spend my waking and my sleeping hours on a sofa<br />When I dream, I dream of railway stations<br />When I am awake, I think about death.<br />The sofa will absorb all of my wetness<br />I will remain a furry bag of leather<br />And my bones will rattle inside, when I am shaken.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1141393558580112182006-03-03T05:23:00.000-08:002006-07-30T15:30:25.490-07:00CivilizationThe Bible has known<br />For aeons<br />That civilization is bad<br />The cradle of evil.<br /><br />It is bad when people sit together<br />On one spot, for too long.<br />Nearly all cities in the Bible<br />Are bad and rotten and sinful<br /><br />Like Enoch, founded by Cain<br />After having slain his brother<br />Because he was loved more by God.<br />Founded, before there where people around.<br /><br />Gadara, Gehenna, Sodom, Gomorra<br />Hellfire, Sodomy, Adultery<br />Dancing around Idols.<br />Foolery of all kinds.<br /><br />These are pastimes<br />Enjoyed by O so many people.<br />They want to make it in the cities.<br />They dislike solitude.<br /><br />They prefer a swirl of artificial colours,<br />And the ever-changing world of technology,<br />To the gently shifting daylight,<br />And the timelessness of art.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1140357337433297822006-02-19T05:32:00.000-08:002006-02-23T18:19:38.483-08:00The Insurance Salesperson's New PitchI used to go to people<br />And ask them<br />What will happen,<br />When you die?<br />Your friends and relatives will mourn,<br />Unconsolable grief.<br />But for little money a month,<br />You can give them wealth,<br />A house, security.<br />You will die, but they<br />Will be happy.<br />Is that not worth<br />The small expense?<br /><br />I traveled from town to town<br />And seldom found a customer.<br /><br />Then a friend told me:<br />How you proceed is wrong:<br />Do not tell people<br />they must care for others.<br />Tell them: by insuring your life,<br />You cheat death.<br />You control others,<br />Even when dead,<br />With a little money.<br />With testamentary stipulations.<br />You can force someone<br />who survived you<br />To tend your grave.<br />Look after your pet.<br />Shingle the roof of your house.<br />A house, unlived in,<br />But ever in good repair.<br />This way, you will live on.<br /><br />I have tried this new pitch.<br />And it has worked well.<br />Now I am a successful salesperson.<br />Look at that little emblem on my lapel.<br /><br />But happy I am not.<br />For, by taking the fear of death from others.<br />I have now become afraid<br />Of death myself.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1140313389374714942006-02-18T17:10:00.000-08:002006-08-06T17:16:30.330-07:00The House of The Murderer"I want a house"<br />Says the murderer to the contractor<br />"With thick walls, so that no one<br />Will hear my victims scream.<br />And I want a cellar<br />With many rooms<br />which I will call<br />The dungeons,<br />dark and clammy,<br />With rings of iron<br />Set into the masonry<br />So fast that not the most<br />Crazed of fright will<br />Be able to come free,<br />Once attached to one of<br />Those rings with the<br />Heaviest of chains.<br />In one of those dungeons."<br /><br />"I can do that."<br />Says the contractor<br />"But it will cost."<br /><br />"Because one house<br />With one cellar will not suffice.<br />Has that occured to you?<br />What will you do when your<br />House is filled with dead and<br />Mutilated occupants?<br />You will need another House.<br />And another, and another."<br /><br />"No that won't do."<br />The murderer says.<br />"Just build several stories of cellar,<br />As many stories of cellar<br />Under ground,<br />As floors above."Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1140267930484490602006-02-18T04:57:00.000-08:002006-02-18T05:08:02.663-08:00In the Company of ClownsClowns,<br />While having fun,<br />Are also sad.<br />This everybody knows.<br />What about mass murderers,<br />And sociopaths?<br />What is it with them?<br />Have they fun at work,<br />And sadness overcomes them afterwards?<br /><br />Or is it the other way round,<br />Asks the clown with the square nose,<br />And the tin can on his head.<br />Are they sad and miserable,<br />When doing their business,<br />And do they elate afterwards,<br />When they are alone,<br />Cackling with glee over their deeds?<br /><br />This is a mystery,<br />And cannot be solved,<br />Says the white clown.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1140016526271098402006-02-15T07:14:00.000-08:002006-02-18T05:07:39.816-08:00Coffebreak at the CircusThe clown says, weary<br />"I always make fun".<br />The lion-tamer:<br />"I am never afraid".<br />The magician says:<br />"The truth is, I always cheat"<br />The lioness, in her cage, growls:<br />"I want to eat people,<br />but above all,<br />I want to be left in peace"Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22472656.post-1139964424285957962006-02-14T16:46:00.000-08:002006-05-11T13:53:31.386-07:00Degrees of BrillianceSomebody fails,<br />But in a brilliant way.<br />While someone else succeeds,<br />but without a special idea.<br />Why would people say,<br />Someone is brilliant,<br />Someone else has mere technique.<br />Why would they rate<br />Mind more important than matter,<br />Idea stronger than fact.<br />A questioning child looks at that<br />And knows immediately,<br />What works,<br />And what not.<br />It is only grown up humans who think<br />To fail brilliantly is more brilliant<br />Than to succeed with no idea.<br /><br />What is more brilliant?<br />A trainwreck<br />Or a living blade of grass?<br /><br />Degrees of brilliance:<br />To fail.<br />To fail in a special way.<br />To succeed,<br />To succeed in a special way,<br />To find failure in success.Manfred Gorrehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09702817668772881617noreply@blogger.com0