King Lavra (Adaptation)

Hurry, hurry, purchase the third row. The second row is all ready filled with the king's officials. The first row is reserved for the king's court. In the sky the lark is singing. The barber is thinking: "Why me, why I have to go?" The forth row is filling up. Cameras are calling: action. Newspaper boy is shouting: "Come to see the barber's head will be down." Poor barber doesn't see he is a center of attraction. He would rather be in his shop telling his customers little jokes. The willow whistle blows: "Look at the King Lavra's big ears." Little barber is smiling. He doesn't have to hold somebody's secrets anymore. Will King Lavra take this joke well? It's hard to tell. Copyright (c)5/5/08 Marie Neumann Pottsville

Reflexion

We are the trouts jumping against the stream toward the death, toward the life. I see you in me, you see me in you. We leap together, we swim together. I am you, you are me. Copyright Marie Neumann 6/27/09, Pottsville

Lulu

I typed http://www.poetry.com/ There used to be a site to read poems and write. It's Lulu now. I have to go. I wanted to write a poem. I really have to pee - now! Every time I use a restroom I think about this site. I have to go - now. Copyright (c), May 1st, 2009 Pottsville, Marie Neumann

Secrets

What is it what are you cooking in the pot under the lid? All dirty secrets are turning into the gray. Dirty socks and dirty underwear are turning into one gray mush. One big gray blob is churning. I didn't peek under the lid. Let me go. I don't know any of your secrets. I don't want to know. Copyright 6/1/09 Marie Neumann, Pottsville