Monthly Archives: September 2014

Father Time

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

FATHER TIME 6-17-2007=23=5 In a year that sums to 9, A number cherished and divine, Father’s Day – it can be seen – Falls on June, the seventeenth. 6-17 sums to 14, Which sums to five, a number pristine. Now, … Continue reading →

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Der Glaube

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

DER GLAUBE Der Glaube faellt wie’s Laub vom Baum. Ein neuer spriesst hervor im Traum. Denn glauben muss man, um zu leben. Drum graemt Euch nicht. So ist es eben.

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Beliefs (II)

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

B E L I E F S (II) They fall like leaves from trees. In due course, others follow these. As a tree needs leaves To live and to be, So beliefs are the leaves of humanity. One leaf, or … Continue reading →

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Beliefs (I)

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

B E L I E F S (I) They fall like leaves from trees. In due course, others follow these. As a tree needs leaves to live and to be, So beliefs are the leaves of humanity. A belief in … Continue reading →

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Halloween Night

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

HALLOWEEN NIGHT It is Halloween night. As goblins and hags We go trick or treating To fill our bags. The night is chilly But we don’t care. We scare each other. Tonight all is fair. And when it is over … Continue reading →

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Halloween Night

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

FATHER Father, where are you? Long buried your strong body and blue eyes, your fierce look and jarring ways, But not your kind words, your smile and warm hug Ever present in my love. Yet my children still see my … Continue reading →

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Writer’s Block

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

WRITER’S BLOCK The typewriter frantically clacks, Turns out tickertape fit for confetti, Then jars to a halt. My cranium crammed full of nothings – The last bird flew South – Abandoned, an empty shell. My heart freezes over: A lake … Continue reading →

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Colors

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

COLORS Autumn in upstate New York: Nature’s flamboyant last flair of a dying flame! I’m sitting up front next to the driver Soaking up leafgreens Ochre-yellows, bright oranges and reds More varied in hue than printer’s colors. Welcome assault on … Continue reading →

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Lost Key

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

LOST KEY How strange that I don’t see Into the inner self, Into the inner me. I’d find the wealth of ages, Knowledge of the sages, The world, the universe and more: I’d find myself. I’ve lost the key to … Continue reading →

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What’s in a Word?

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

WHAT’S IN A WORD? A whole wide world of sound sensations. Picures speak in sounds of nations. I never listened to the words When I heard songs sung as a child, And yet I could predict a rhyme. Now ‘child’ … Continue reading →

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