Secret Keeper – L’Eco or The Echo – January 19, 2016

do speak freely
don’t hide behind your smile
please don’t be coy
is that to be our future …
yet, there’s a chance you’re wrong
do speak freely

oh, secret keeper
nothing blows in the wind
no reasons nor excuses
they’re only wayward points of view
yet, there’s a chance you’re wrong
oh, secret keeper

perhaps there’s time
our revolution never did come
nay – nor our evolution
true, mindless masters glibly rule us
yet, there’s a chance you’re wrong
perhaps there’s time

do speak freely
oh, secret keeper
perhaps there’s time
[rejoice life triumphs]

© G.s.k. ‘16


I heard about the return of the animals to Chernobyl just yesterday.  Some of you might have already known about it.  The damage that has been done by our species to the earth has been tremendous.  We’ve stripped the world of its forests and grasslands, we’ve poisoned the water and the air, where man passes, nothing grows that man doesn’t want (that’s not exact there are those who are as hardy as man, like cockroaches and rats). Sometimes we leave desolation, the list is long – from the Fertile Crescent to the Easter Islands and then goes on.

Yet after one of the worst nuclear disasters in our short history of nuclear power … which obliged mankind to evacuate and abandon the zone, nature’s creatures have returned to the area from where they’d been exiled and they thrive.  No doubt, there are mutations, there will be birth defects but life goes on and thrives and this is due to the absence of mankind.  A comforting thought on one hand, that even after we’ve destroyed ourselves life will continue and on the other hand, what a heavy weight to carry.

The Form Used

The form I used is an experimental invented form which I created for the occasion of last week’s Secret Keeper. When I first published it on my blog it had no name yet.  I’M  undecided as whether to call it “ l’Eco” or The Echo Form (L’Eco is Italian for The Echo) because of the repetition. (The subject of this poem would point to another eco 😉 )

Here’s the structure of the form:

  • A four stanza poem
  • Word count 3-5-4-6-6-3 (except for the last stanza)
  • The first and last lines repeat in each stanza.
  • The fifth line is the same in each stanza throughout the poem
  • The last stanza is a four line “conclusion” where each of the first lines of the poem  echo – the fourth line [closed in brackets]  ties the whole poem up.


(5) Words: | WIND | SPEAK | FREE | START | FIGHT |

Seven Days Before Christmas (7) – meditations – December 24, 2015

Haiku Meditation

in the night
a siren passes
this Christmas eve

flashing lights glare
Christmas trees line the streets
and homeless beggars

shops full of goods
credit cards over-drawn
it’s Christmas time

preparations made
news of the world is of war
inside people’s homes

no peace nor goodwill
brighten the world on this day
and death takes its toll


Choka Meditation

wonderful ideal
denies dark reality
mankind seeking peace
a seed planted long ago
we are all one race
religion – a link to God
our planet our home

to overcome finite thought
a difficult task
to love who is different
outside our closed minds
takes so much work – so much time
no sweet sentiments
though they give us some hope
will change our cold hearts

strips off these darkened veils
allows the warm light
to penetrate in our souls
and makes the ideal – our life


Tanka Meditation

sitting in this room
surrounded by light and love
Christmas glows this morn
this splendid ideal of hope
a gift yet unopened

© G.s.k. ‘15


The last episode of Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas is “meditation” don’t be afraid.  I’m sure that many know the history of the world, including the creation of our modern Christmas.  Nor can we deny that in humanity’s long history there has ever been a time of true peace, nor are we so blind not to see inequality, poverty created by the rich or fanaticism born of narrow minds.  One could fill volumes of what is wrong with this world and indeed there are people who do just that and become very popular creating movements of hatred and destruction.  Our hearts sing the loudest when we sing for vengeance.  That’s how we are made.

The only hope for true peace is to understand who we are.  We must understand that our hearts are more swayed by hatred and fear than love and hope, because that’s the easiest road;  It was woven into our DNA in a time when we lived in a savanna and our survival depended on fighting to save our lives.  However, in these millennium, humanity itself has changed.  Our creations help many enjoy a life which is carefree and without want and we could extend this to all if we realized that now that instinct for hatred is not only demode, but terribly dangerous to our very survival.

Sweet dreams of sugar plums won’t dance in my head tonight. My dreams are turned towards a vision of one world, one people and one holy thought – peace, with or without belief in a religion.

the path is thorny
the goal just beyond our reach
don’t be afraid – love

© G.s.k. ‘15

Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas 2015 #7 don’t be afraid (meditation)

The Berlin Wall – June 29, 2015

fall into history
with each sullied tumbling brick
unite a people
the war finally over
after fifty years

© G.s.k. ‘15

“Nothing feeds forgetfulness better than war…. We all keep quiet and they try to convince us that what we’ve seen, what we’ve done, what we’ve learned about ourselves and about others, is an illusion, a passing nightmare. Wars have no memory, and nobody has the courage to understand them until there are no voices left to tell what happened, until the moment comes when we no longer recognize them and they return, with another face and another name, to devour what they left behind.”  

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

War has always existed.  It seems that what we call “war” even exists in nature and so isn’t exclusive to humanity, though that’s been said.  The horror of human war is the cruelty we put into it and the illusion that as superior beings we are above nature, thinking reasoning creatures, but in fact we are those animals that have used our special capacities to create the tools to make war one of the worst holocausts that the earth has ever witnessed.

Nationalism, born in the 19th century with all its shades of ideology blighted the 20th century with a nearly constant state of fratricidal war.  Much of the inventiveness (and our resources and energy)  went into creating some of the most terrible weapons the world had ever seen, and not happy with that, we’ve carried our inventiveness into the 21st century with new and even more destructive forms of warfare.  Some will tell you, and they are correct, that many of our important medical finds and some of the most useful instruments of our advanced form of living (like Internet) came about thanks to war.

The Berlin wall  is the symbol of the conflict which was born at the end of the so-called “Second World War”.  In my opinion, the “Second World War”, never actually ended until the Berlin Wall fell.  The war continued, under a different face with different main characters, becoming truly a global war … “cold” between the major protagonists who never directly attacked each other but very hot and terrible for those who fell under their influence and were armed and goaded into killing for them.

Mankind will perhaps overcome its destructive infancy one day, if the species doesn’t destroy itself and the planet, if we will recognize its face, if we will admit to ourselves that we are capable of horror, insanity, cruelty for no other reason than promoting an idea or someone’s greed.  We are children with destructive toys and no adult to teach us how to share the playground.

War has always existed. It seems that what we call “war” even exists in nature and so isn’t exclusive to humanity, though that’s been said.  We’re just more inventive.

a wall
symbol of endless war
one brick fell

© G.s.k. ‘15


Carpe Diem Time Glass #33 The Wall Berlin

Protest – Choka – May 28, 2015

cloying smell of death
destruction of mankind’s past
ah – bedraggled times
truculent avid blindness
our “enlightenment”
destroyed Nimrod and Hattra
in the name of peace
soon to follow Palmyra
the list grows and grows
what men are these I wonder
who negate their past –

fanatical peace lovers
true – blind Narcissists
ah but you say (and ’tis true)
destroying cultures
are conquerors favoured plans
down-trod people’s past –
from Mayans to stone Buddhas
nay even before
fell Jericho
salt Carthage – no – nothing new

Ah – but here’s the rub
we pretend we’re far above
our cruel heritage …
enlightened destroyers we rage
still – like locusts in the grain

© G.s.k. ‘15

Whether the destruction is by a missile or dynamite, whether the destruction is perpetrated by fanatical religious groups, ideological movements or wanton greed … the fact remains, that in the bright world of technological wonders, we have a caveman’s brain … we’re territorial, violent and very short-sighted – we let ourselves be driven by these instincts and never stop to think what we may be doing, except to cry alligator tears later.

No sugar on the pill … let’s not pretend that everyone isn’t somehow involved in the same hot-wired impulses.  One of the reasons we keep on doing what we do, is because we don’t take the responsibility of our deeper emotional instincts … we point our finger to the “other” … always and forever.  Just open any newspaper, any information site and read carefully … it doesn’t matter if it’s right or left …  Christian or Muslim … we’re all in the same boat and we all want that boat for ourselves.


The March of Evolution – August 12, 2014

Keith Haring

from the innocence of angelhood
when humanity had yet to kill with a club
there dawned a thought … and then a word

invention and ingenuity
hallmarked the emerging species
using tools, he changed his fate …

solidarity was born to organize
the cohabitation of the beasts
into one cohesive piece

oligarchy bloomed
so the wise elite could guide
the less inventive sheep

then upon the corpses of evolution:
marriage was created
to regulate mankind’s sexuality …

religion to tie men together
and help curb his instincts
by using abstract rationality …

they invented organized war
to find an outside enemy
to keep the group united …

now they stand – masters of the planet
misguided bands of pompous angels
thinking that the universe was created for them

but inside their souls they’re still
innocent instinctive animals
who can barely curb their passions.

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Downtrodden Dreams: Free Verse

Downtrodden Dreams

each day that passes
leaves our dreams
trod lower in the dirt
shoddier but no less felt
they wither
and our young people
no longer have the energy
to hope and pray
to march onwards
joyously convinced
that one day
freedom will be achieved
by the will of peaceful
when desperation
finally ignites the will
of the people
no one will be singing
“we shall over-come”.
please, no one act surprised
when the tidal wave
washes over the ruins
of our corrupt society:
only the willfully blind
can still
pretend that all is well.


Well, not quite what Sahm wanted I think, but this is what came to mind for:

We Drink Inspiration – Poetry Prompt #010: I Have a Dream

Actuallyon this subject my dreams have become are more like Nightmares of late.

Free Verse: Land from Water

land from lake

Free Verse

Land from Water

looking at the shore
from out upon the lake
my imagination soared in a day-dream about great
who first went upon the water
sailed away from safe homes…
no not the haunty ones
but those truly
ancient ones…
people without names
no history books for them
the ones who travelled forth
upon the first of human boats
and wonder I at their courage
or maybe the necessity
that lead them thus
to leave
comfortable land.