Archive for July, 2008

Pick a flower, admire its beauty


30 Jul

Pick a flower, admire its beauty
Such is our delightful duty.
Though do not break its delicate essence
But rather be taken by its enchanting dance.
As its twirling between your fingers
Become enveloped by its mystical perfume that lingers.
Nonchalant its charm it dispenses
Captivating all your senses.
Feel a lovers kiss
When its petals touch your lips.

© Thorsten Becker

Old Floppy Hat


27 Jul

Old Floppy Hat, originally uploaded by Thorsten Becker.

“Ha ha ha, he he he,” went Flip.
“Shhhh, no wake him up,” hushed Flap.
“Old Floppy Hat all sleepy, no worry he waking up,” Flip said, dancing around a big old mushroom.
“No, no. Yes, yes, wake him up you will. Shhhh, quiet.”
“Why Flap so afraid? Flap scared of Old Floppy Hat? Can do no harm, will do no hurt.”
“How Flip know? Flip know eeeeevvverrryyything? Flip woken angry toad last night, got chewed good and spit out.”
“Ha ha ha, big fun, big fun. Do again some time.”
“Do again, do again, nah nah nah. Flip know no fear, huh? Flip sooooo smart and daring.”
“No, Flip just have fun. Flap just… Flap. Flappy di flappy di flap. Blaeh,” Flip stuck his tongue out at Flap and wiggled his long pointy ears.
“Flap just cautious, want no trouble. Want make friends, not grumpy Flap chasers.”
“Ha ha ha, Flappy di flappy di flap. Blaeh.”
Suddenly a long drawn out “Uuuuuaaahhhh” came from under the mushroom.
“Who’s there, who wakes me from my afternoon nap? Flip, is that you?”
“No Flap,” said Flip
“No Flip,” said Flap
“Flip.”
“Flap.”
“SILENCE,” blurted Old Floppy Hat, “you kids are always out for trouble.”
“Me no trouble, me told Flip to be quiet. But Flip always poke fun at Flap for being cautious,” lamented Flap.
“Bah, Flip just having fun, not like boring flappy di flappy di Flap,” countered Flip.
“Oh Flip, I know you think the whole world’s a play and you can laugh your way out of every pinch. There are many dangers out there – grave dangers, terrible dangers – deadly danger,” said Old Floppy Hat with a deep foreboding voice. “Listen to your brother, he just has your best interest in mind. Laughing and jumping around and being silly are good fun. But there is a time for laughing and a time for listening. And I see you’re already not listening to me.”
Flip’s ears wiggled excitedly as he watch a millipede walk on by, thinking about how much fun it would be to scare him and once he curled up roll him down a hill.
Reading Flip’s mind Old Floppy Hat decided it was time to teach Flip a good lesson.
“I see. So it shall be,” he said, tipping his floppy mushroom hat.
“Flippediflip, switcheridoo, millipededoo.” And with these words Flip turned into a millipede and the millipede into Flip.
After that Old Floppy Hat turned to Flap saying “Don’t worry, master millipede will teach Flip some valuable lessons and by nightfall we shall meet here again and see about his progress.”
“Yes, Flap wait here and watch master millipede teach Flip lesson. And when Flip back maybe he no be so daring anymore and we’s can have some fun together without scare of being eaten,” Flap said with a little smile on his face.

© Thorsten Becker

Say friend, do your dreams reign supreme?


27 Jul

Withered grass, rusted, rustling with every step.
Crickets chirping, grasshoppers jumping.
Warm thick air, sounds traveling slowly.
A breeze laden with aromas of heath, cypress and spices,
Carrying bird songs forth from the brush, flutters in the shrubs.
Azure blue sky like an ocean above
Filled with wings and feathers and white cotton bolts.
A crude abode, sun bleached wood, cracking panels.
A paupers den or a king’s castle in disguise?
A cold breeze, a chill, a sound.
A horn’s call echoing, shadows flying,
Dragon wings passing over, swords clanking in the distance.
Enter if you dare or let the mirage pass by.
Speak friend, do your dreams reign supreme?

© Thorsten Becker

Intricate patterns of life


26 Jul

Intricate patterns of life
Painted, scribbled, etched, embossed
On the tiniest canvases.
Wander through nature’s galleries.
Stop and take a moment
Understand
The intricate patterns of your life
Painted, scribbled, etched, embossed
On the canvas of your heart.

© Thorsten Becker

A tender embrace


23 Jul

Ethereal water, songs of the earth.
“Hello”
Singing with a silent voice; listen carefully.
“Can you hear me?”
Tenderly caressing with invisible hand.
“Are you out there?”
Lost in a dream of calm and peace.
“I just want you to know”
Silence in motion, a dance upon the tip of the leaves.
“That I love you.”
A tender embrace.

© Thorsten Becker

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