The Day We Play

a poem by Philipp Neumann

I asked a dear friend
My dear, would you like to play?
The answer was silent
It seemed like, it didn’t swing his way.
And the days pass
And we still didn’t play,
Although it might
Never come, that day.
I asked once,
I asked twice,
But unfortunately for me,
I can ask a lot of times
As the answer won’t change,
Quite the opposite,
It will always stay the same.
It is neither his fault,
Nor is it mine,
To be honest though,
It is because said friend
was actually a crow

Haikus

a collection by Philipp Neumann

Office
Numbers, Excel sheets
Same work, but different day
What a deep boredom

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Friendship
Good tea and a friend
Conversations in the sun
Great pleasure, indeed

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Sherlock
Not a mystery
If we combine evidence
Pure logic Watson!

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Filler
Nothing new no change
Oh, I guess it must be a
filler episode

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Talk less
Words and Words and Words
Why talk so much when a few
A few do the trick

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Clock ticking
It has been some time
Clock was ticking rapidly
Deep black turned to gray

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Spring
A sea of yellow
A lightning bolt flies nearby
Crazy for a bee

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Open Sea
Sea breeze, waves crashing
UFOs above us all
Oh no, Larry’s gone