Caterpillar

There was a caterpillar
with many, many legs.
He wanted to have dinner,
he didn't eat all day.
He invited little children
to go inside his mouth.
He trapped and swallowed them.
The little ones struggled,
They wriggled and they crawled.
Soon they came out smiling.
Oh, what fun they had
going in and
going out.

Maria Fischinger@ Chicago, 2008

A Lovers Embrace

....Thousand of tongues glide over the skin
......Hands read every peek and valley,
.......lovers embrace, stroking the body
.............. and relaxing the soul.
....Waves of white foam forming and breaking.

........... Thank God for a working Jacuzzi!

Maria Fischinger @ Bled, 2008

A SECRET

I look at the stars to find the secret of life.
In the twinkling lights
eternity had writing her mark.
I search among people for the secret of life.
I found worries, sorrows dismay and confusion.
I search in the forest for the secret of life.
I saw that the cycle repeats itself.
Life is born and it dies;
it last only a brief moment span.
A gift every day.
Every dawn a new gift
to enjoy and to share,
not to waste in regrets.

Forever

At the first glance I knew already
that my heart was yours forever.
Your sweet smile was the door to a land
of dreams and hopes I never knew.
I want to walk always with you
and love you each day of my life.

Friendly Enemy

An identified enemy
one should not fear the most.
Preventive measures could be taken.

A true enemy that harms you seriously
is the one that receives you with open arms.
Kisses your cheeks
meanwhile planning to harm and rob you.

Fat Rats

Every day I put:
bread for the birds,
peanuts for the squirrels.
I leave nothing for the rats.
The food is for the birds and squirrels only!
But, why are the rats getting fatter?....

Over and over again

One drop followed another.
They were running.
They wanted to touch the sun.
They forgot to hold hands and
disappeared in the air.
They became cold and
dropped back to earth,
where the race starts anew.


Maria Fischinger @ 2008

IN THE FOREST

Cradle of flowers and ferns,
Dressed with green mosses rest the old,
dead rotted trunks, full of life.
Close by stand white rocks dressed with green velvet moss,
serving as homes to many small creatures.
A stable changing pattern,
constantly mixing their substance and colors
on the canvas of life of the forest.

Maria Fischinger

A SYMPHONY IN HIGH GREEN

Today, the symphony in high green
mixed with white and blue tones
in the key of a radiant sun
was played in the hall of life.




It was followed by the musical duel between the chirping of birds
and the warble of the river.





The fresh breeze harmonized with the sensation of well being
and the constant renovation of life
throughout the centuries.

How sad!

Calm pristine waters
stained with red.
Feathers scattered
across the bay.
Mother duck and ducklings
laying all dead.
Shot by men
having a fun day
during
shooting season
this year.


Maria Fischinger

TO FIX THE WORLD

To fix the world...
it is an impossible task.
The ideal ephemeral and varied.
The pleasure of some,
the nightmare of others.
We are the products of our experience.
The same seed in some souls produces flowers
and thorns and thistles in others.
To improve the world.....
It is to wish to pin the sun in your lapel.
I am content to love everything I touch.

Alzheimer's

...................... Adrift
................... under a fog
..........the present absent and mute
The mind immersed in loneliness and sorrow
.....................Alone

Maria Fischinger@ Chicago, 2008

Inner Garden

Inside,
in private
a garden of passions,
of fear,
hopes,
wishes,
loves,
anguishes,
pleasures,
happy and sad memories thrive in
hidden bends were nobody arrives without the owner surrendering
and letting you in.

Maria Fischinger

Oscillation

Through small invisible fissures
the content of our souls escapes
leaving us hollow, empty, desolated
without inspiration and hope.
Inexorably events continue to accumulate
filling us up with memories
and suddenly the soul is full once again.
With this constant oscillation of the tide of life,
at moments, we feel completely empty
and next entirely full.

Maria Fischinger

Still Numb

It rained bullets again
sowing death and sorrow
in the halls of education.
Was it yesterday or is it today?
Lost souls,
solitary minds,
drugs that alter the subconscious.
I don't remember clearly.
Was it today or was it yesterday?
I am still numb with pain.
My soul is shattered.
I pray that tomorrow will spare us
the senseless loss of youth.

Mediocrity and His Friends

Mediocrity and Hate arrived holding hands
to take charge of the school.
They fired Justice and invited all their friends.
Arrogance destroyed the previous structure.
Ignorance started to plan a new one;
it spent hours, days, weeks and months
trying to come up with another structure,
but, only opened the door to Chaos.
Chaos brought Recrimination
who was followed by Demoralization.
Demoralization pushed down Quality,
who was already comfortably in place.
Gossip replaced Experience.
Prepotency stamped over Dignity.
Insecurity established a net of espionage and
prohibited free communications among colleagues.
While Hypocrisy smiling and with sweet words
offered pizzas and food,
Mediocrity pointed to Sabotage,
who was not present,
as the one responsible
for the poor results obtained
by the administrative staff.

Chicago@ 2005

Modern City

Rivers of lights running over asphalt,
a gray sky covering above.
Mountains of iron and concrete,
the sun rays flickering through the crevices.
Lonely trees, refugees of some forest.
Factories that never rest or sleep,
saturating the air with gloominess,
while absorbing the vital substance of life.
Work that consumes the hours and the days.
People running to fulfill their duties.
Humans, that live to serve the currency,
left without family and soul.


Maria Fischinger


Chicago, 2007

Impotence

A deep, profound pain stole my voice
and speechless I shout my helplessness.
The door of the underworld opened
and the riders of the Apocalypse
hastened through the coast of my motherland.
The “Pachamama” shook.
While desolation wildly trampled over the Earth,
death arrived under the veil of night.
Now the wind carries the cries of a whole nation,
while the days nurse insecurity and hunger,
under the indifferent glance of the sky.

Maria Fischinger @ Bled, 2007

Snip, pin, stitch

Snip, pin, stitch,
snip, pin, stitch.
Hands measuring,
scissors flying,
Singer humming.
Snip, pin, stitch,
snip, pin, stitch.
Black cloth,
white cloth,
cloth of many colors
parading under the needle.
Snip, pin, stitch,
snip, pin, stitch.
Bears, monkeys, bats,
trolls, sailors and fairies
waiting to be born.
Snip, pin, stitch,
snip, pin, stitch.
Oh, my!
long strings, short strings
pieces and pieces of cloth
laying all over the floor.
Snip, pin, stitch,
snip, pin, stitch.
Finally all is done.

Maria Fischinger @ Chicago, 2007

Broken

I broke silence
..........into a thousand pieces.
.....They crackled
............. as
.................. they
..........................fell
................................on
..........................top
.................................of
.................... the dresser,
..............on
..................the
.......................table,
.............................. on
................................. the
............................window
.........................sill.
I put a handful of pieces in an envelope.
.................................. I will save them for you.

@Maria Fischinger, Chicago, 2007

SSHHHHH!!!!

SSHHHHH!!!!

Don’t interrupt me!!!
I am busy classifying the green tones of the forests leaves.


Don’t disturb me !!!!!
I am occupied watching the outline of the mountains.
I am consumed by the effort of stopping the breeze,
while, maintaining apart the circles that the ducks made in the water when they swim.

I can’t listen to you now.
I am extremely occupied!

SSHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Salt and Pepper

.......Salt and pepper,
.......salt and pepper,
salt and pepper fell on my head.
.......Black and white
.......black and white
.......now, my hair is
.......black and white.

Maria Fischinger @Bled , 2007

THE BEE AND ME

I was sitting in a tree and I saw a busy little bee.
.. She had a golden key that she gave it to me.
......I fell off the tree and I hurt my knee.
............. The bee laughed at me…
.......................hee…hee.

Maria Fischinger @Bled, 2007

WINTER IN THE CITY

Sighs moving slowly
across the pavement.
Desires hanging from
flashing signboards.
Darkness engulfing the horizon.
Boundless shadows torn
by violence.
Hopes waiting for
a present time.
Intense cold that freezes
the soul to its core.
Solitary multitudes
walking without rest.
Incessant movement
forever
paralyzing the city.
Today and tomorrow bond
in the mist of twilight.






Copyright ©2008 Maria D Fischinger

RAIN

Children's poetry

Cloudy skies,
flashing lights at far zig zagging,
loud sounds,thunderstorms,
puddles, muddy soil.
Drip, drip, drip, drop
drip, drip, drip, drop

Dancing drops on my umbrella.
Dancing drops on the sidewalk.
Dancing drops are everywhere.
Drip, drip, drip, drop.
Drip, drip, drip, drop,
is the sound the drops make.

Water on my hair and lashes.
Water on my face and neck.
Water running down my body.
Water soaking all my clothes.
Swish, swash,swish, swash,
water squirts out of my shoes
shivers, and a...a... a... choooo!
a...a...a...chooo!


Maria Fischinger. 2006

Mature Love

Love is the diamond forged by two souls during a life time.
It is the fabric woven with patience and tenderness.
Two trees that grew together and the time fussed their trunks.
Love is two bodies sustained by a single heart.
Love is the mirror of shared memories.
It is the anguish and the joy.
It is the passion and the sacrifice.
It is the adventure and the routine.
It is the fire that melts
two souls to make
one.

Maria Fischinger

Roaring

The roaring laughter
bounced through the hall like a wild lion.
It leaped over the walls like a
fierce tiger and it turned
into a soft meow of a kitten.


Maria Fischinger @ Chicago, 2007

To sharp

A pointed silence pierced my ears.

Maria Fischinger@2007

Oh, my!

Oh my!
lots and lots of unsavory cats
standing by the corner,
sipping coffee by the pound!
Tangled whiskers…
mangled thoughts!
Millions and zillions of minutes wasted!
Oh! Where did the future go?

Maria Fischinger @ Chicago, 2007

Spring

Spring rolled over the countryside.
It rolled over the mountains.
It rolled over the houses
and with a thump fell into the botton of the sea.


María Fischinger@2008

Lost

I broke the rules and lost all the pieces, if you find them let me know.

Maria Fischinger @ Chicago, 2008

AT THE DOCTOR

A head of lettuce went to see a doctor,
he had a terrible migraine.
At the Doctor’s office
he ran into an ear of corn
aflicted by a painful
middle ear infection
and an artichoke heart
suffering from heartburn.
The doctor examined them
and prescribed to all of them:
AN APPLE A DAY TO KEEP THE DOCTOR AWAY.



Maria Fischinger@Chicago, 2008