Poem at Night ~ a haiku?

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bare branches hiding in mist

~

thoughts are wandering

to shells on a sunny beach

 

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Just a poem a night

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melodies

on my mind

take me back

or

push me ahead

Poem at night ~ Soul (Wo) Man

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Soul (Wo) Man

Singing

your soul out

Soul Man.

Singing

my soul out

Soul Man.

Singing

Singing

Singing

life back.

Singing

love back.

Singing

Singing

Human or

not.

Or

after all:

Singing

your soul out

Soul Man.

Singing

my soul out

Soul (Wo) Man.

Singing

Singing

Singing…..

A Poem for the Orchard ~ Hopeful

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January 2017

I wrote this post in June 2014 but I think it might be a good poem and thought for “The Orchard of Hope”.

June 2014

I have always wondered what makes a good poem a good poem. Especially at school where we had been bombarded with stuff that did not tell me anything. And then I read poems on my own and they spoke to me, but my teachers would labeled them “cr..”.

So often the poems of writers were not considered good in their time, but centuries later they are hailed as wonderful.

Today there is a vast field of poetry to be read on blogs and in self-published books and the established publishers and poets who are published by those brand them as lesser quality.

But what really makes a good poem? It can’t just be the brilliant use of images or rhyme or metaphors. I love Erich Fried but Walt Whitman bores me to death. So where is the difference? I have been thinking about this question since about 25 years and have not found an answer to it. Maybe I have just given up and just write and read them and enjoy the ones I like and leave the others. Maybe that is the best approach to a poem anyway.

Hopeful

Hopeful

We come to the end of our path.

We have fought

and waited

and hoped.

Will we be with you or lost forever?

Maybe you remember my “Lost souls” series that I have started a few years ago writing about the experience of dissociation due to abuse. For this year I had planned to publish another poetry book mainly with those poems, but I somehow put that on hold. Looks like writing this blog has more priority right now, but I will come back to it. Besides I have decided to create a book with my “A Prompt A Day For Bee” poems as well. And I will just follow my intuition what I consider being good enough to go in there :-). I think that is a good plan for next year.

January 2017

I have changed my mind about Walt Whitman since :-), however, those two book projects are still on hold. Well, looks like my year of finishing unfinished projects just got a few more to finish ;-)!

 

Two years ago on this day!

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January 8th, 2015

#221 of #365 A Prompt A Day For Bee ~ Bread & Poetry

Twitter may help.

My versing is very sluggish this week. I can’t get into it. Don’t know how or why. It just is like that. That’s how it is sometimes but I just get on with it. Not that my best poetry will be created this week (neither my best blog posts) but there will be others. And then I’ll write THE poem 🙂

Oh, for today I searched in Twitter for a poetry prompt and that’s what the bird came up with:

 

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Bread and circusses/ Brot und Spiele

It’s a doughnut I know and no bread but well, you have to spoil yourself sometimes ;-)!

 

Bread & Poetry

a life

~

without

~

bread & poetry

~

how scarce

 

January 2017
Again I feel this way so my old posts have to help :-)!

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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