SAUNA & The Beast

You mustn’t be frightened

To visit a so called Bio-Sauna

With a gentle heating of

Waters scented with some

Herbs.

But as the lighting changes

From yellow to blue and

Red to ivory

Out of the dim atmosphere

A giant mountain of a body

Emerges

The poet called: The Beast

Whose huge body mass causes

Creaking sounds on the slatted

Birch benches

As he moves rocking into his

Preferred position

Dominating the small room

Breathing in and out noisily.

But then as you have been left

Behind

From the Beast leaving only

About ten minutes later

Perhaps disliking colours

Of varied lighting effects

Or maybe the scent of herbs

Another person enters into

The play of changing lights:

A feisty woman it seems

With a body matching that

Of the BEAST –

An advertising for Michelin

Tires

Overlapping fatty folds

On her stomach

Above her thighs.

I’m glad time flies and when

Closing one’s eyes

The pleasant heat and the

Herbal scent

Will open one’s pores

Detox skin and body.

Beast inside freed. Freed.

BEAST.TSAEB

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Pressures

At times I have to phone

More than half an hour

Earlier

To motivate Mr T

To start his ritual of getting

Ready for an appointment

With the therapist for

Healing gymnastics or

A sport massage.

Mr T worries today.

He’s quiet and complains

Since days to be tired.

Well now.

Measuring blood pressure

And see what one could do

To get him going again.

Perhaps drink some spring

Water

Or have tea from fruit.

The artist friend and guide

Looks after the Artist of Life.

Pressures of old age?

‘The young lady therapist

Will raise my blood pressure’.

Mr T quips.

Well so we hope.

PRESSURES.SERUSSERP

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SAUNA

Get your circulation going

Man. Woman. Artist. Whoever.

Young or older.

Yet more elderly people

Tend to enjoy the fruit and

The benefits of a sauna

An air bath afterwards.

However.

As long as the ticker has

Still some good tunes left

To beat for almost 80 years

Already.

‘Are you OK Bard?’

‘Yes’. The bard smiles and

Shows his appreciation for

His friend’s concern.

‘Well’. He says

‘I’ll have a rest now –

Sweated well –

‘Before we walk down

To the dining room for

Supper’.

‘Yeah. OK.’

SAUNA.ANUAS

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PERSPECTIVES

The art of enjoying

Life’s offers

The thrill of the unexpected

A fine woman-neighbour

Who’s on a cure: Gabi. Gabriela.

While Mr T talks about the

Achievements of his dad in art:

A.F.

His companion: ZG artist and

Poet

Will create his own works of art

While waiting for him to end

His healing gymnastics

With a therapist.

It’s just a heavenly present for

The appearance of a sympathetic

Woman

Who’s rounded

Travelled widely

And is educated for exchanging

Varied perspectives on life.

PERSPECTIVES.SEVITCEPSREP

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SPA

Avoid dark thoughts

Enjoy the colourful

Gentle mornings

The plays of Gods and

Angels

Lights victory over dark angel’s

Interference into man’s striving

For excellence in the arts.

Enjoy the sweet sounds of music

Unfortunately we miss already

The inspirational warble of

BIRDS

The happy chatter of nature

That has been grossly  grossly

Poisoned off by man’s devilish

Play with chemistry.

Yet.

Enjoy the waking-up of your

BODY

The sensual stirring of life’s

Juices.

Feeling the rush of blood

When bathing with beautiful

Women and men

Who kept in shape

Regardless of that not healthy

Food presented to one

Except here at the wondrous

Spa-Hotel and Wellness Centre

In the heart of Baden bei Wien.

SPA.APS

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PROMOTOR

The days reel off

The fishing rod of one’s life

So fast

As one finds it out

Dumbfounded

Sitting in the Bio-Sauna

(A natural damp heat of

56 deg C)

Sweating to rid oneself

Of toxicity of an environment

Damaging one’s healthy

Equilibrium.

But then never rush into

The pleasant scenarios of

Healthy spa waters

Still or bubbling

Medium warm to very warm

At 36 degrees C

For a sulfuric experience.

It’s great for an Artist of Life

And a multilevel artist like

ZG/ZJG/ZZ

Who accompanies his elderly

Friend: Mr T.

Promotor of his Father’s art.

PROMOTOR.ROTOMORP

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DRIFT

Interlaced like the threads

The colours and patterns

Are verified by the skills

Of the weaver

Just like love that grew

Like a flower

And had been ripped off

Close to its height of

Flowering

Just tasted its sweetness

Remained to the lovers

And he

Fallen into another trap

Of a honey pot

Like a drunken insect

Into Venus of devouring

Flowers.

But his dream to taste her

Again

When he returned

After a life of adventure

Seemed close

But as closer he sensed

To get to her

The further she drifted

Away.

DRIFT.TFIRD

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ICE

If you feel great

Wandering within the

Stream of masses

Then amble down the

Capital’s main shopping

Streets.

You will have a sense of

Holiday with all the visitors

Perhaps even think you

Arrived in a different city

Listening to many different

Languages

And as most of the local folk

Have left for their holidays

At the Adriatic Sea

Or will be sun-tanning at their

Summer retreats

The city belongs now to the

Guests.

Even if the capital glows in

Heat

Radiating off the cobbled

Stone

The light surfaces of flagstone

Covered squares and pedestrian

Malls.

People gather at water points

But one misses generously

Spraying fountains

Yet efforts are under way

To restructure and landscape

Rotenturmstrasse

The continuation of the great

Kärntnerstrasse

Into a pedestrian mall

Where fountains will feature.

Meanwhile tourist masses

Still flood the city

In spite of construction work

The dust and heat.

The relief: Italian ice cream

ICE.ECI

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BHP 2A

Back to the Badener Hotel (B/H)

And wellness centre.

This time as a personal guide

To Mr T.

A friend and an artist of Life (AoL)

Communicative

He likes human beings.

Definitely right up front in

Human interrelations.

A born communicator

Educationalist and never tiring

Agent

Especially for his Dad’s oeuvre

Caretaker of his father’s artistic

Legacy.

That had been exhibited all over

European cities

With letters of commendations

From all over the Western World.

It’s an honour for the poet

To be part of his team: Team F.

TEAM.MAET

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BHP 1A

For a mere 20 minutes

Of therapy for my friend

We have to wait more than

An hour at a medical doctor’s

Rooms

Who is not able to take the

Patient.

Well. We were 20 minutes late

But the therapy plan for Mr T

Had been already designed

And the important thing:

He shouldn’t miss his first

Therapy session at 9 am.

Monday morn’.

Sure.

Medical doc K is flexible enough

To accommodate the late comer.

But indeed it’s the artist’s fault

Who didn’t read his appointment

Correctly.

However.

It’s important to start the therapy

For Mr T right now.

Accompanying assistant

Poet and artist

Has been engaged to coax Mr T

Diplomatically to his therapies

On time.

He’ll do it.

It’ll be done all with a gentle flow

Of a time related walk

From the individual rooms to the

Therapy area in the lower

Ground floor.

Strictly.

TIME.EMIT

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