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

Bermuda triangle

I escaped from Bermuda triangle. My personal Bermuda triangle followed me and sunk all my paper ships. Paper ships from colored paper and those plain just torn out from the notebook. Whole flotilla went down, loaded with crooks, tricksters, evil preachers, wicked and twisted women. My ship is clean. Copyright 5/10/08 Marie Neumann, Pottsville

Rumor

Take it apart, leg by leg. Dip it into the butter, suck it, eat it. Dispose empty shells. Wash your hands. Copyright 5/24/09 Marie Neumann, Pottsville

Butterflies

We planted a cabbage at Spring time. Rows and rows of young shoots. The shoots grew nicely. They were adding more and more leaves. Then came butterflies. They were small and white. They planted clusters of yellow eggs on the bottom of the leaves. Our job was to wear gloves and smash the eggs. We didn't listen to much. Then the eggs became caterpillars and they started to devour our cabbage. Our job was to wear gloves and pick ugly caterpillars and put them into the jar and close the lid. I would rather smash the eggs, but now it was to late. The caterpillars were eating our cabbage. We worked hard this time. Only few caterpillars changed into the butterflies. Copyright Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/6/09

For sale

Friend of mine purchased a land on Mars. "It's only few acres", he said. He knows somebody who has a bigger piece on Moon and the owner wrote a letter to the astronauts: "Do not trespass on my property." When are they moving? Soon Mars, Venus and Moon will be sold out. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 4/6/09