Spiteful Ways

When the destructive forces of evil don white clothes
with iridescent wings and commit crimes of hate and
destruction, attacking relentlessly, in order to destroy
powers of goodness who uplift humanity with science
and technology, prolong human life and provide food
and prosperity and teach morality as honour - being
honest & truthful, doing our duty, being accountable,
take responsibility, love our neighbour as ourselves,

When those who do good things are tainted by the
bilious perspective of horrible creatures, grotesque
beings with jaundiced, jealous eyes who try to lead
all people astray & fill their hearts with spite – how
ever shall good overcome this hatred & destruction
planned by those filled with disgust for everything
high? The only way is to look behind all posturing
and discern the evil behind it; to ignore the hatred

And rejoice in honesty and truth…

[Tuesday 23 July 2019]

The Honesty of the American President holds up a mirror
in which the hatred and depravity of the Democrats are
completely unmasked; no longer can their spiteful ways
lead people with high ideals astray.

TOGETHERNESS

I delight in beautiful symbolism, in the
gifted imagination of authors who offer
descriptions of soulmates & states of
supernatural happiness in the blissful
union of exceptional souls in harmony

brought together by an unknown genial
destiny fulfilling a high duty with honour
and integrity; how admirable that human
beings conceive of such lofty - celestial
ideals in a universe where these things:

high honour & loving companionship;
do not exist or might seem to appear
as enticing mirages beckoning a puny
human to attempt recreating amazing,
grandiose camaraderie and explosive

…passion, glowing for ever in eternal…

…………TOGETHERNESS…………

[Tuesday 23 July 2019]

I’m Sorry To Say

I only believe in conspiracies I’d design myself my
bubbly colleague said - and sad I am to say, even
then, the conspiracy’s only in her head given that
I, the subject, didn’t try posing as Spanish expert
knowing two conjugations of the verb ‘to be’: ser
for ever & estar temporarily - and this is because

A nuclear reactor in my head melted my brain - it
burned learning capacity away; I can’t retain new
facts, preventing me from getting a senior post; I
can’t tell my delighted colleague or spoil her fun
while she’s an under-cover trouble-maker, dare I
force reality on her, diminish joy she emanates &

Shares so magnanimously? I’m guilty of a sin of
omission, not informing my cheerful friend there
won’t be a shock for boss, Mme la Pompadour,
who won’t find my name on an applicants list; &
why live with angry section-head’s enmity when
being the normal Public Servant creates a quiet

Work place atmosphere? My colleague will leave
next week, & I don’t want to face public windmill
fights with Mme Pompadour for a salary increase
normally vouch-saved for persons who can relay
Spanish lines in English terminology; and such a
category doesn’t include me, I’m sorry to say…

[Tuesday 23 July 2019]

Humanity's Dreams

Finally understood that nobody cares what I think
so I kept my opinions to myself - but silence cost
me a lot; felt dead inside as nothing was relevant,
now I’m reading again and indulging in the luxury
of reflecting & telling colleagues what I’m thinking

I listen to gifted young kids singing songs that the
Internet trolls call dynamite destroying the fabric
of society, nay, reality - what the heck - the whole
blooming universe - how can little tots be allowed
to trot on stage and sing a song and dance along

Without ethics and morality going down the drain
and the only people to gain is Simon Cowell and
evil cohorts of unscrupulous parents forcing their
tender offspring to suffer the pangs of fame and
fortune for a song and a dance; oh my, what fun

The same parents who fork out millions on fake
auditions where they’re told to buy lessons and
a portfolio just to discover it’s just another scam
in the name of Disney studios; on the very same
site reams of kids beg for an audition - although

The author repeatedly replies the site’s purpose
is to warn that fake auditions cost money, while
real auditions are free and lead to profit, not the
losses suffered by the gullible and unwary - but
to prove how inappropriate they are to become

Famous, the kids keep clamouring for auditions
on a site warning the public against the danger
of getting fleeced under the guise of auditions;
is there a way to protect the kids against them-
selves - obviously not when they refuse to read

The heading and introduction to a site, much
less heed warnings against getting taken for
a ride by the more imaginative entrepreneur
with no moral scruples to hinder destruction
of humanity’s dreams…

[Parents don’t push their offspring into the limelight
to make money off them as the Internet trolls say,
but try to make their children’s dreams come true
at great cost to themselves – often getting fleeced
in the process]

[Wednesday 10 July 2019]

Self-Proclaimed Critics

Oh, what travesty, oh abomination, not only does
the child sing better than before - she’s enjoying a
carefree youth participating in athletics and playing
hockey, taking music lessons – all during a normal
school day so she’s free to excel in academics and
do charity concerts and sing with every great name
in the music industry; while Mr Sour-Grapes frowns

Then hysterically proclaims he NEVER watches the
appearances of famous kids, acting or dancing and
of course, singing - his personal expertise; they are
incompetent, should be imprisoned - till old enough
not to steal the shine from older contestants – read
mediocre and boring and untalented wannabee’s –
I’m bored, so read the self-proclaimed critics making

Fools of themselves on public forums; they’re idiots,
I know, and should be ignored, but I’m so surprised
by their inability to concede with grace that they’ve
been cast as Salieri and not Mozart in life’s stakes,
prancing snobbishly, showing off bias & ignorance:
for shame, it’s the Internet experience, everybody
can rant and rave and who better than a mediocre

Opera singer to make a fool of themselves…

[Wednesday 10 July 2019]

Kallie Cat

A nightmare scenario in my head - Kallie Cat lost,
cold, hungry, thirsty, cold & suffering; now she is
dead and it’s my fault - her protector who did not
protect, left bereft: our tempestuous old blind cat

Who bit me as I checked whether her box on the
porch was warm and cosy enough, put my hand
in, she clamped shut, blood flowed, skin broken
in two places, and I was very angry, I confess

Decided no more mollycoddling, just left the little
demon feline alone & stopped tracking her every
move, when she was a nuisance I took her to a
sunny corner, never went to collect th’ little devil

In the end, assumed she’d be in her nest; but for
the first time she got lost, never made it back to
her den, next day found her little body floating in
the pool and now my heart’s broken; we admired

And loved the imperious little she-devil with her
voice like foghorn who kept us awake, woke us
early every day; nobody overslept where Kallie
reigned supreme; now only one sad picture left

The image of our aggressive cat-deity fatigued,
trying to find her way, getting lost waiting to be
rescued, miserable, feeling abandoned; I never
came & she struggled on, fell into the icy pool

She’s lost forever to a family who adored the
mythological proportions of her angry-cat self-
sufficiency…

[Wednesday 10 July 2019]

Voices Silky Smooth

An ugly old witch on the Internet comments
she’s a singing coach and music teacher and
opera diva to boot & how dare beautiful young
girls with voices silky smooth enter these talent
competitions and worse, how dare audiences
like them and let them win and allow them to
sing divine music reserved for the old and the
mediocre and classically trained with fog-horn
voices who sing a big orchestra into cowering,
the audience must go listen to them – MUST
listen to these trained singers – so I did and
they sound awful; Why, the jealous old coach
laments, do people like ethereal voices when
they have fog-horns at their disposal – I’ll tell
you why, Mistress Mediocre: because the old
foghorns sound awful! while an Amira sounds
lovely; the old coach continues in sackcloth &
ashes: How dare she raise her voice, I predict
spitefully – and mean it as curse and prophecy–
that she will lose her voice to show that singing
high notes is reserved for foghorn divas, it’s not
a choice for the young, but a vocation only to be
enjoyed by the trained who’ve lost all ability for
interpretation, all beauty & talent through over-
training; thus the ugly old witch tries to cast an
evil spell; but the angels are lithe and fast and
keep the young princess of Music safe...

[Amira Willighagen sings beautifully] 

[Tuesday 9 July 2019]

No More Introspection

For a few wonderfully sweet moments, I felt
the elation of virtuous preparation printing a
new 161 page document & while numbering
pages carefully, preparing a file to keep 'em
in: but, time to start the job; I hesitate while
treasuring expectations of a new work ethic

Without boredom of cold reality - or lack of
interest in Dutch court documents marring
an ideal-beauty-perspective debating if I’d
seek mystic guidance endowing moments
with more meaning, or to try finding music
sublime enhancing the usually bland office

Atmosphere with aesthetics not inherent in
office lore: wondering why singing voices
seem to screech “Think Of Me” (Phantom
of the Opera), so maybe our mood colours
perspective such that quality of art & music
keeps changing as we laugh & frown - but

No more introspection: time to dive in the
icy water of Dutch legal documents, turn
today into a dark hole swallowing meaning
until only sadness, loss and tragedy is left

[Thursday 4 July 2019]