Are we limited
to schemas frozen in time,
or do we evolve?
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Tagged evolution, haiku, poem
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A dim sum brunch in Hong Kong,
seeing the last supper in Milan,
or floating in the Dead Sea.
The world has become a small
playground, and brings us closer.
Your revolutions, your tsunamis,
your new years celebrations,
your independence day.
I’m shocked, mourn, cry and celebrate
with you, as the internet brings your world
into my living room.
Our cultures, backgrounds, stories mix.
The blend is brilliant. Best of all worlds.
It’s what makes life interesting.
And still there are people who fear the other,
are afraid their culture will become
extinct.
Not understanding that we make who we are.
We make our culture: it’s a mix of ideas
from near and far.
The best of all worlds.
Today the Sun came
to play. She shone joyfully
the snow into gold.
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Tagged haiku, poem, snow, winter
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A layer of fresh snow
covers the streets
and parks and sidewalks
of Riga today.
Hiding the dirt, the ice, the holes,
and putting many to work.
Scraping sounds of snow cleaners
are heard from early in the morning.
Sidewalks cordoned off, for snow
being swept from roofs. A tough job.
Everyday, people realize it a bit more:
winter is here to stay a while again.
Warmer coats, warmer clothes.
Hats. Gloves. Boots.
And the fun of throwing snowballs.
Who am I?
Am I the sum of my experiences?
Or am I who I was made to be?
Is my life predestined, or
do I have choices?
Does the fact that I know
people who celebrate
a different New Year than me,
make me another person?
I think it does. You
educate me, make me see,
let me grow, influence me.
Change me.
You change me.
You change me into being me.
Shrinking by a meter per year, or more
The lowest point on earth,
mysterious and magical.
Floating in the water,
where no fish nor plant
can live, are tourists.
And every year we have
to walk a meter further
to reach its salty body.
I am practicing;
changing my flying fingers
to fingers that fly.
Here’s to long lost friends.
The neighbourhood kids,
class mates, team mates.
The ones I played football with,
or ignored at school.
Played in the sandbox with,
back when we were kids.
We had some fun,
connected. Maybe even
did some things
we shouldn’t have.
We may have lost contact,
but you’re still with me.
All of you.
And finding you back
on FB, Twitter, LinkedIn,
hearing you’re doing well,
is amazing.
So this one is for ‘Yuri’
and for Daan.
For their sons,
daughters
and loved ones.
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Tagged friends, life, poem
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Through city snowscapes
we roam. Polar explorers;
my brave dog and I.
The day the internet partially blacked out,
the ‘Wikipedia WTF’ search on Twitter,
a source of entertainment and worry.
All in the name of the battle against
piracy. Can’t we just send more ships
to the waters around Somalia?
Or maybe we should send them to
fight those companies that hijack
our access to information rights
because they are unable
to deal with modern day reality.
Sure, piracy is bad for business,
but so is the inability to make money
without suing others.
