Her eyes (a #poem)
#InstaPoetry #PoetsOfInsta
"We have the power, the will, the money and the knowledge to turn Mars into Earth as it was through geo engineering.
It takes less money and effort to turn Earth into how it was
so why don't we try that?"
I was unable to reply
as I was struck by the fire
in her eyes.
Left (a #poem)
When he asked for her name
she shared it with him.
And he gave her his.
They had only just met
and knew they would again.
Or maybe already had.
They listened and shared,
they listened and cared.
Connected they were
and united they left.
Secret Society
"Thanks so much Terrence! And for your part in making Rituals & Rhythms such an amazing night! Heard from several folk that your ritual was their highlight. I love how each ritual spoke to different people. At the after drinks I heard people still talking about how important it is to understand that "we are" and "we walk". Love how it kept resonating!!"
Had an awesome experience thanks to Storytrooper from The Grand Pillow Society at Grand Theatre Groningen at the Rituals & Rhythms #storytelling festival for #WorldStorytellingDay. I was given an hour and a half and a lot of liberty to work out and perfom one of the zillions of ideas I have and feel very [tired] grateful. Wish I'd show you more of the performance called 'Secreat Society' but then it wouldn't be a secret anymore, right?😉
The End of Meaning
At the end of meaning
comes the time
we think things over
and we remember
what we lost
and what we gained
who we loved
and if they knew
we did our best
or maybe not
was all we had
a single shot
at knowing what's important
not only now or in the past
but
at the end of meaning
After Dark (a poem)
After Dark (a circle poem)
Water after dark
flowing in unknown directions
of future memories
while we wonder
what happened to the feelings
we once had
thinking of
water after dark
A Name (a poem)
She lay on her back watching the stars
and wondered where she had come from.
Once someone had given her a name
but she had forgotten it long since.
She remembered she waited. But for what?
In the mean time she enjoyed her dreams and her fantasies.
Vague memories disconcerted her but never for long.
Absent-mindedly she played with the small object
she always kept within reach. It gave her solace.
Years came and went and it was increasingly difficult
to get food but she was contented.
In her own small world she was everything.
When they found her bleached bones
they wondered where she had come from
and if she had ever been given a name.
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Keep the fire burning (a poem)
To keep the fire burning
with the stains on our conscience
synchronized
with our will to survive
Having thought of everything
but always in time
to bury our minds
behind a curtain of sand
in memory of those left behind
To keep the fire burning
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Limericks at a murder dinner
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Art installation 'Separation' by Studio Erwin Olaf, 2003
For some reason they preferred to not have a child wear a head to toe #rubber outfit, so guess who got lucky in this @studioerwinolaf installation 'Separation' in 2003? With my nose covered and a #ballgag in, it wasn't easy to breath. Okay, impossible. So when a technician's phone went off during the shoot and he answered it - instead of turning red and switching it off - I yanked out the ballgag and calmly stated: 'If a phone goes off again, it will be mine. If you want it back, you'll have to turn around and bend over first.' Everyone present hastily checked if theirs was turned off. #photoshoot #ErwinOlaf #modeling #fetish
A courtjester at work
Loved playing a part in a murder dinner
Beautiful secret
A poem put to music:
Some secrets
stare you right in the face
Because they're not secret at all
but are only considered one
because they used to be
in other times
at other places
But not now
not here
because here is the secret
and the secret is beautiful
(Music: Alexi Murdoch - All my Days)