PELL-MELL

It is art that makes life

Makes interest

Makes importance…

And I know of no substitute

Whatever for the force and

Beauty of its process.

Writes Henry James.

It’s music that makes life

Makes interest

Makes order to your priorities

And entices you to feel a swing

Taking hold of you

Facilitating the adventure

Of your own creative process

And innermost extensions.

It is poetry that makes my life

That creates an endless interest

And makes out life’s importance

Viewed from a star above

Seen from the depth of the Med.

Nothing could substitute these

Recurring happenings

Since my Muse Anna had guided

My awakening talent

Toward this spur of pell-mell.

PELLMELL.LLEMLLEP

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

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LUNGS

zoltanzelan

For ten
days his bad cough

Labours
his breathing

Continued
stabs deep down

In his
lungs

He’s hit
by an invisible spear

In a
tournament of dark knights

On
horses of ignorance.

‘It’s
not good your coughing

Try to drink some Icelandic Moss

With
honey’

His wife
says

‘It
helped me a lot’.

He
listens for a change and the

Honeyed
drink softens his chronic

Throat
irritation while he brings

Up lumps
and lumps of mucus.

The
weekend papers write about

The Dark Cloud over Europe

Fine
dust loads from burning

Brown
coal polluting the air.

These scandalous industries are

A horrid
back-walk for humanity

Or has
Europe turned a blind eye

To
another genocide?

Lots of talk

No
actions on dismal facts

To
handle for our politicians?

Micro-particle
dust/

Diesel
exhausts/

Pollutants
recorded to be

Beyond
figures damaging to

One’s
health/

Diseases
of the LUNG/

LUNGS we
can’t yet…

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LUNGS

For ten days his bad cough

Labours his breathing

Continued stabs deep down

In his lungs

He’s hit by an invisible spear

In a tournament of dark knights

On horses of ignorance.

‘It’s not good your coughing

Try to drink some Icelandic Moss

With honey’

His wife says

‘It helped me a lot’.

He listens for a change and the

Honeyed drink softens his chronic

Throat irritation while he brings

Up lumps and lumps of mucus.

The weekend papers write about

The Dark Cloud over Europe

Fine dust loads from burning

Brown coal polluting the air.

These scandalous industries are

A horrid back-walk for humanity

Or has Europe turned a blind eye

To another genocide?

Lots of talk

No actions on dismal facts

To handle for our politicians?

Micro-particle dust/

Diesel exhausts/

Pollutants recorded to be

Beyond figures damaging to

One’s health/

Diseases of the LUNG/

LUNGS we can’t yet buy and

Change like underpants/

Temperature inversion/

Eastern brown coal plants.

LUNGS.SGNUL

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

TREES (01)

zoltanzelan

Reflecting
on the woods nearby

Stronghold
of nature’s gift

Life’s
energy store to keep us

Nature
lovers breathe and

Stay in
reasonable shape.

The icy
winter snows have set

Then melt
away within days

All an
upset nature gives

Just to
freeze it all up again

In a
yo-yo-weather cycle

Unusual for
a long time.

The artist
has quality time for

Drawing
trees in dusky

Atmosphere

As a friend
had asked for it

Just in
black and white

Exactly like
the late afternoon

Ambiance

Colours the
straight slim birch trees

Into dark scissor-cut
abstraction.

Then
suddenly the dark and slim

Trees tell
their stories

Impersonating
some of past

Friends and
foes:

Mimis and
the Che Guevara-doc

In debating
conversation?

Its awe-inspiring in the

Whispering
breeze.

The drawing
comes on just fine

Like the
real vistas in the late

Afternoon’s
Vienna Woods

Nearby.

Nica will
just like it as she has

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TREES (01)

Reflecting on the woods nearby

Stronghold of nature’s gift

Life’s energy store to keep us

Nature lovers breathe and

Stay in reasonable shape.

The icy winter snows have set

Then melt away within days

All an upset nature gives

Just to freeze it all up again

In a yo-yo-weather cycle

Unusual for a long time.

The artist has quality time for

Drawing trees in dusky

Atmosphere

As a friend had asked for it

Just in black and white

Exactly like the late afternoon

Ambiance

Colours the straight slim birch trees

Into dark scissor-cut abstraction.

Then suddenly the dark and slim

Trees tell their stories

Impersonating some of past

Friends and foes:

Mimis and the Che Guevara-doc

In debating conversation?

Its awe-inspiring in the

Whispering breeze.

The drawing comes on just fine

Like the real vistas in the late

Afternoon’s Vienna Woods

Nearby.

Nica will just like it as she has

Turned into the slim young birch

The artist always had a crush on

But could never have her.

Now the poet looks out for

Some lonesome women

Who seek a partner for sharing

Friendship and love thru’ some

Internet communication.

 Damned. Strange arrangement?

No. But really cumbersome in

Austria.

Wow. Let the trees take off.

TREES.SEERT

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

MONSTER

A bomb could explode

But a quick-witted agent in

Traditional nomadic garb

Escapes the fiefdom in a desert

That is imminent

To be eliminated with rockets

Launched by fighter helicopters

In a surprise attack.

Sheiks are at the coal-face of war

Smart bankers chase huge profits

From senseless desert wars

In pursuit of their greed for power

While a Barbarella-type agent

Chases codes from a few sources

Who could activate nuke-devices

Across European countries? –

Paris/ Florence/ London.

Sleepless life of Chameleon-woman

Mata Hari Wonder Woman

In a maddening chase continues

To Bergen in Norway

Where monsters dwell incognito

And where Super-woman shines.

In her world of constant threats

Fast planes take her to Kuala Lumpur

Air Asia’s special flight

Between the high Twin Towers

She’ll find the chief of all the terrorists

Who aims to become the world’s

Greatest monster.                                 

New York/ Tokyo/ London/ Moscow

Will be exterminated totally

Ice cold

Without the blink of an eye and

The nukes are already primed

But this Russian superwoman

Trained killing machine  

Loosens the knife that she has been

Attacked with from her shoulder

And sticks it into the electronic heart

Of the control panel

With one quick and powerful stab

After she had the monster killed

Who thought he had stabbed her

Deadly…

The world takes another breather.

Super-woman lives.

MONSTER.RETSNOM

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

Nespas

The poet watches facebook reports

Palestinian stone throwers and catapultists

Capture the media’s full attention.

‘Behind these atrocities there lies a sea

Of hate and utter lies’

The poet’s feelings are verified.

He reads a few lines of the Italian poet

Torquato Tasso about the Art of Poetry

In German:

Kontrastierung, Parallelisierung, Spiegeleffekte,

Das Verhalten der Protagonisten…

Indeed, have these techniques in writing poetry

Not been always important in the literary

Tradition since the early Renaissance?

In between hate talk and maneuvers of

Propaganda

Some mentally vile individuals thrive

Like wolves in sheep clothes

Installed as future candidates to lead.

Yet intellectuals and all brainy alert people

Will see thru the sheep’s behaviour

But not all intellectuals are clearly thinking

For their respective countries

But for their own set careers.

Meanwhile lots of paid, so-called, Palestinians

Cause havoc, injuries to others, and let hate

Raise their knives against human beings.

Nespas?

Write down your inner beliefs, poet,

Even if you are not politically correct

But as a genuine human being

You are!

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.