Lost ~ Poem at night

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Lost

in the

traps

of

my mind!

Past

full of

fury

never

felt!

                                Now

I am

lost

in its

disguise

of

chaos

and

fear

and

chaos

and

fear

and

…..

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Poem on Friday ~ Fire / Gedicht zum Freitag ~ Feuer

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A poem from January 2014

Fire

crackling
flickering
licking
away
what is
not needed
anymore
new life
born
like
the phoenix

Ein Gedicht vom Januar 2014:

Feuer

knisternd
flackernd
wegleckend
was
nicht mehr
benoetigt wird
neugeborenes
Leben
wie
der Phoenix

A bi-lingual poem: I am not lost /Gedicht zum Freitag ~ Ich bin nicht verloren

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This is a poem from January 2014

I am not lost

Mother dear,
I am not lost.
My heart rests close to yours.
Father dear,
I am not lost.
My heart rests close to yours.
Sister dear,
I am not lost.
My heart rests close to yours.
Lover dear,
I am not lost.
My heart rests close to yours.
Son my dear,
I am not lost.
My heart rests close to yours.
I had to go,
much too soon
but do not fear:
my heart rests close to yours.
This poem is dedicated to Lyn, Graham, Helen, Ruben, his future step-dad 
and 
of course 
Lizzy
candle

Dies Gedicht entstand im Januar 2014

Ich bin nicht verloren

Liebe Mutter,
ich bin nicht verloren.
Mein Herz ruht nahe Deinem.
Lieber Vater,
ich bin nicht verloren.
Mein Herz ruht nahe Deinem.
Liebe Schwester,
ich bin nicht verloren.
Mein Herz ruht nahe Deinem.
Geliebter,
ich bin nicht verloren.
Mein Herz ruht nahe Deinem.
Lieber Sohn,
ich bin nicht verloren.
Mein Herz ruht nahe Deinem.
Zu frueh
musste ich gehen
aber fuerchtet Euch nicht:
mein Herz ruht nahe Eurem.
Dieses Gedicht ist Lyn, Graham, Helen, Ruben, seinem zukuenftigen Stiefvater 
und
natuerlich auch
Lizzy
gewidmet

Poem at night ~ Grease

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Grease

on my

mind.

Always

Grease

on my

                                                              mind.

NO

of course

NOT

the musical!

Grease

of

my mind!

Grease of

a thousand

years

of pain!

Grease

of

black

dogs!

Real Life ~ A Poem

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Smart and
Underestimated we
Very much
Insist on our
Very own
Ornament of
Real life!

 

 

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photo credit: Andy Rusch via Flickr

 

A Haiku on 28Dec16

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Waves on concrete

Brown leave floats
Towards horizon

 

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photo credit: Tom Burley via Flickr

 

Nights in between ~ A Poem

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Nights 

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photo credit: Angela Marie via Flickr

 

In between

The old

And

New year

 

What will I take?

What will I gain?

 

Nights

In between

The old

and new….

Neverending Story ~ A Poem

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Brown leaf slides
Along gusts
Towards
A neverending
Story

 

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#322 of #365 A Prompt A Day For Bee ~ Words travel again

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November 2016

I wrote a poem a day from June 2014 to May 2015 and as travel is a topic on Thursdays on this blog I wanted to repost this poem and dedication to one of my favourite poets. Enjoy:

April 2015

Today’s poem is a tribute to one of my favourite poets: Erich Fried. Born in Austria he had to flee the Nazi’s and came to Great Britain where he worked as a writer but also a Shakespeare translator.

He became famous for his political engagement especially against the Vietnam war. In Germany many did not realise that he had written beautiful love poems too.

The one I chose to work with is “Words“. I took only verbs, adverbs, adjectives and nouns of the poem and then created a new one.

These are the words I have used:

words lose syllables tiredness silly mistakes begin typewriter want fall asleep wake daily sadness happenings world things I prevent word starts groom quietly hums half thought starts brushing looks another momentarily choking something swallow looks around takes half thought hand says: Come tired words fly typos laugh themselves half whole thoughts London’s ghetto sea plains mountains across spot walk down steps garden morning pause pay attention look see rest hear flutter little cold perhaps still little misplaced truly happy you

 


 

Words travel again
Again words travel.
They fly quietly
While you are asleep.
Syllables of happenings
On plains, sea and mountains
Want to fall daily into sadness.
They don’t wake anymore
On typewriters. They
Begin maybe in London’s Ghetto
Just to hum in every spot in
This world.
A word momentarily
Might lose its mistakes but
Tiredness pays attention
To silly things that begin
To groom typos but
Prevent nothing.
Half thoughts and
Tired words walk down
Little misplaced steps
In our I’s.
They look around and brush
On something to choke on.
Then half thoughts start
To swallow and look for one another.
They start.
They take each others hand and look
Around in their little garden.
One says: “come” but the
Whole of them pause and
Laugh at themselves.
See across in the morning
To the spot where they rest.
Hear them flutter before
Perhaps they become still.
Will they ever be truly happy?
 

Symbol of Change ~ A Poem

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Swan

Symbol of Change

Light

Symbol of Change

Word

Symbol of Change

We

need you!

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