My name is Hans VR (reflectionsbyhans.blogspot)
I am living in Malaysia and love to read a bit of life's philosophy. Just trying to express some of the thoughts in a melodious way.
I chose the author name of Aufie, which is a contraction of auto and fiets, Flemish for car and bicycle. How I came to this author name is a long story.
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Aufie Zophy Poems
Little Purple Flower
I am a little purple flower My petals so extremely small I 've stood in the grass for many an hour Enjoying a breeze most of all
Y... In the Dark of the Night (poem abou...
It is dark, no moon, no light Just darkness, a starless sky The wind blows, the waves break A single firefly passes by
My son, I can see so many good things in you And here I am really honest and true. My son, I love it when your caring heart opens wide When I had a headache you came and sat by my side
Y..... The Balloon
I went to the sea of love, this noon I took it and put it in a blue balloon I brought this balloon, so blue
My mother's lesson in empathy
At the time, I was a five-year old boy A visit to my aunty, always a joy My cousin was playing with cars at the back He just had a new one, the body in black
x..... A little sadness
Reflecting on my life at the end of the week A tear leaves my eye and caresses my cheek My ego wants to force a smile, but my soul doesn’t feel the need This little sadness doesn’t taste bitter; it is sweet
Y/. The Golden Key (A Sonnet)
One day, I want to melt all gold on earth And make a wonderful key with it all This special key of incredible worth Will be fit to unlock your heart and soul
Contemplation, searching for my soul Silence encompassing all Alone but not in solitude Silence giving fortitude
Speck of significance
In the universe, a human so small, Looking just like a speck of dust But born with a mind and a soul And able to think, love and trust.
Words point at the Truth Just as you can point With your finger to the moon
I guess it was my aunty's fault That before I was six years old It were my looks that made me happy She just never stopped praising me
Soothing Sea Sounds
Soothing, breaking one by one, Peaceful brushing on the shore In crescendo and then back down My soul is asking for much more
Walking on a hot and scorching day We meet a splitting of the way A way downwards looking shady, some trees are there A way upwards, sandy without trees, just looking bare
Y..... The Biggest Freedom
I pray for love We are all bathing in it We just have to open our hearts, to open our minds
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Little Purple Flower
I am a little purple flower
My petals so extremely small
I 've stood in the grass for many an hour
Enjoying a breeze most of all
But, oh, what happened to my peers!
Just yesterday, it moved me to tears
While the children of John were playing their game
My peers were trampled to death, what a shame
When just before that, some bigger flowers were damaged
The children were scolded badly by John
But when my brothers were ravaged
It was noticed, sadly, by none
Today, however, I had a reason to smile
A nerd, or so he must be
Looked at this ...