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Introduction My pen will fill the lines, And you will leave behind Congestion, smell and noise; My thoughts will lead you, And you will rest your eyes On contemplation in refuge; I complete my trail in time, And you will criticize my verse To describe with more precision. (1982 - 2012)
I will raise I will raise your praise On your fine drawn face, Gentle eyes and gentle mind. The fall of your hair Rivals whispering foils, Both stirred in the air. Like the leaves of the rose Sweet pleasure bestow, I send you goodwill. (1979)
The forms The forms contradict, Arrows point apart In Socrates' Sculpture Park. By light of a glance Iron bars polish up, Tensions in steel. By warmth of a glance Beams and chains dance A turn in harmony. My steps retreat, My heart delights, What your fingers touch, Springs well alive. (1986 - 2012)
After separation After a long, forced separation, I see you again, Embracing your heart, bundling, untangling your hair, A second puberty revealed physiologically a two part Gland, regulated by one sympathetic nervous system. From night to night, I begin a new story, 'I am now tired and have heard this one before'. From pole to pole, we live our independent lives, We both work and together just make ends meet. From end to end we grant each other freedoms And send us kind, patient and moral support. From youth to age, our love is a weak, fragile bond, Our first decisions in life are basic religious ones. Our great human love is restrained to a kiss, We pray, may He imbue it with lasting breath. (2011)
In wind In wind branches gently yield, Leaves turn up a shield, What changes? Breath: Peace. (1988 - 2012)
Perception Through perception and reflection Our senses overflow with light In the open sphere of our mind. With thinking and expression May everyone build his conviction, Free in each individual life. Like in the writing of poetry One's life is the greatest asset, May deliberate struggling grant Peace and also stimulation. (2009 - 2012)
Creation God gave his creation Into the stewardship of man To radiate in multiple ways His spirit, Humbleness, Justice, Peace. But not be submerged in mirages That delude with false hopes, They vanish. But not to rely on tools That do not pass a mountain They do not carry into the sea. Their wines, their tears cannot Yield solace, but perdition. Only Who enter His kingdom In their hearts, Will enter His kingdom Of eternal life. (2011 - 2016)
Leaves The leaves shrivel And cover the path, Loosing itself, - where to? The evening vanes, Its rays droop down And shroud the sight. Following an alley, He would loose himself, - Where to fall his steps? (2016 - 1972)
With widened With widened eyes Looked I ahead: The day brought Only a few hours. In quiet repose Viewed I my zeals: Now shading dusk Is setting in. I stretch my hand To grasp Your offer: Your word will last Forever. (1980 - 2012)
A body A body of flesh, Disintegrated and Fallen into dust, Will its deeds Remain, or its Spirit in memory? But after 1000 years The language is foreign, The sense left obscure. A spark of wit, A span of life, - The easiest forgotten, - Has stretched a length. (1980 - 2012)
To be alive and awake with your eyes Is better than all time that flies. (1982 - 2013
Chrysanthemums at the highway, Daily polluted, fade away, Fresh seeds blow onto stones, Will the rocks be cleared? What fell along fields' lumps Will be ripped with the harvest, Alone, what wrested in cracks, Is yearly driving up blossoms. (2013 - 1973)
Bared Gates Bared gates split the view, Only a few are standing late In front of the closed factory. Most people hurry mutely along And follow the lined up houses With shining shops in front. Their eyes turned to the glitter, Are glued to valued treasures, - By them they are taken in, - Seeks someone his next's word, He won't find it. (2013 - 1971)
Nodes To describe man You study his mind, Action is generated, Demonstratively, Step by step. To describe society You study its issues, Inaction deceives, Murder is generated, Hit by hit. To describe our times: In lacking discussions Banalities like a smoke Go up ring by ring, Vile and gross. (2014 - 2016)
Tongues Dead letters heap up, Holy and thumbed ones Are by use falsified, By steady sediments Pressed to briquettes. Is there new language left? - Left only what's overlooked! In the narration Acts 2,4 'They talked in new tongues'. Today, His Words speaks Out of treatise, presentation, Project and accusation. (2016)
My position Turning the pages, Sticking their ends into the center groove, Writing: 'Mistakes repeat themselves', As a weekly devastating critic, My greatest problem in life Is to explain to my wife, While varyingly looking Out of the window, I am working. 'Why don't you write A new novel to standards,' - she suggests, 'Instead only a few short lines of poetry? It'll supply you with name and money!' I can't offer my readers a character, Having less guts and experience, Than I can fictionally handle, - The acute, loving heart Is that of my wife's. (2014 - 2016)
A poet I'm not a sculptor, - I do not need a stone. I'm not a painter, - I do not need an easel. I'm not a musician, - I do not need an instrument. I am only a poet, - Release an autumn leaf, Reflecting spring and summer, Without name or address, With just a line of love, Blown onto your veranda And you praise the wind. (2015 - 2016))
For Dummies Don't hang around the snake charmers, playing the flute to a rising cobra head from a mat, sucking in poison of exquisite verses, hypnotized by academic standards. Buy a young dove, loosen the anklet, release it free to roam out of sight with might, exploring reality, virtuality and magic, finding fun to fly and healthy foods. Phantasy is the most reactive element, mixing with air as the market square of Marrakech, it isn't a language, a text, a word, but an eye to pick a grain of truth. (2017)
Poetry Guide My old one-sentence poetry guide told me: 'Start out: Choose a great theme and a great emotion And wrap it into a well done execution.' Be introduced to: The world theater of exciting spectacles in The pantheon of human gods, mute idols and illusions, Listing all great men and their achievements. This rejected, My position is: Follow stringently the lines of forces in A kaleidoscope of jumbled perspectives. Be introduced to: Forces grow out of intentions and conceptions in The minute up to the meso- and macro-scales, Where a merit is put into the budding motion. My new one-sentence poetry guide runs now: 'Start out: Choose a sound heart and a true vision And wrap it into a well done execution.' (2017)
The poem The poem has brilliant wit, Write another one like it. No, - this I cannot do, I will forget about the first And then try something new. (1980 - 2012)
Seventy 'You are seventy? - Don’t you think already With alarm at death?' 'That’s really witty! – I am training full time for the Seniors Olympics!' (2014)
Tooth of rime Every human needs to eat, every animal needs to feed solid front teeth firm to bite, to rip crusty corn with might, to divide it into clear cut parts as shown to us by modern arts. Rodents never show a gap, a torn off fang grows back, but at humans gnaws the time with mousey sweets sublime, with loss of the protective glaze of our technical post modern age. With rot in the sour, pale palate, muttering and moods spoiled flat, missing is the white front wedge, their hardness, grip and edge, their crisp dream is now doomed at the dentist's waiting room. The long needle for anesthetics induces a short anxiety neurosis, quiet drilling gets at the blemish, heartily laughs the mirror image, heartily after liberating cosmetics at all and every culinary artistics. (from an anonymous source) (2016 - 2015)
Between Between branches of a weeping willow, Half a hexagon of puzzle fragments, Moon's dim haze reflects from the wall Just over the path of my front garden, What children live beyond the gate? With eleven years of age, I have to ask: What is there? − I do not know. Which direction, what plan to adopt? Then my thoughts fall into the 'you', Giving answers, fragile or counteracting How does inanimate matter work anyhow? With fifteen years I have to ask again: How do I comprehend? − But Every new heart, a new question. Pursuing my readings like a fad, With nineteen years, I still have to ask, Erring randomly along a silhouette band, Dead between red planes of sky and lake, At one corner: how? At the next: what? A billboard ad, repellingly darts back: Truth can only be found in a vision. (1995 - 2012)
The Moon The moon has passed its zenith, Hovering, quietly and evenly; I pull down the shutters tight, Past midnight, to calm into sleep My overactive empirical mind, Until having analyzed that view: Why does it glide by so smoothly? I count sheep: one . two . three . . Lightly dozing, asking without guile, - A look, a question, a smell, a bite By Eve could never have caused Such devastating hereditary sin, Condemning all of us mankind, - There has to be a missing link. Counting on: ten . eleven . twelve . . One family insists on dominance Over all members of the group, One elite is claiming supremacy Over the entire population, Enlarging each power cycle By deception and mass murder. Counting: hundred one . two . three . . The myth does not explain it, - But in pious obedience of faith Not further to probe into realities, Not to question the authorities, - Let's start from scratch and afresh, What do we have so far on facts? Counting: thousand one . two . three . . Stellar clouds contract, burn, explode, Planetary systems alternate with dust, A depraved civilization blew itself up That radioactively mutated DNA, Shot out with millions of comets, Is travelling from galaxy to galaxy. (2015)
Luke 6,45 Enough control to govern? Never enough tools of power? Not sufficient to direct a people of farmers by territory and traditions? Corruption is engineered by restrictive laws and torture, proclaiming power, for the mouth speaks, what the heart is full of. Means can be set up. Realities are constructed. Data control guides a population of experts by political correctness. Soft technologies enforce it by cyber-bio-chem-rad weapons, proclaiming power, but a sterile word stinks from heart to mouth to heaven. (2015)
The Labyrinth 'Do not enter this house.' It reads above the door. 'Explored by the threat Is this ground plan,' Tells me Ariadne's offspring Hypsipyle: 'Look ahead: Behind the entrance You have no more light From above or below: Gone is one dimension. Behind the corners It grows dusky grey, You grope along the walls: Gone the second dimension. At the closing stone, The pedestal of nothing, You stop in darkness: Gone the third dimension. You don't grasp a bit, Grasp again in vain, Dead in your tracks: Gone the fourth dimension.' 'Thanks, Hypsipyle,' back: Out of a camp of misery I rescue one human life, Ship to an isle with palms, Sleep beneath the sky. (2015)
Donkey I am the old, docile donkey, By all called 'Comprehension', I pull the cart out of the ditch And follow the trodden paths Up to the observatory tower, Surveying the mighty cosmos, Hoping for fodder at the end Of the long, arduous journey. There blooms the phantasy: I have been here the first, Naming the stars and nebula, Consult the ancient myths. There record the devices: Vacuum has been here first Since expansion of the universe, Annihilating matter - antimatter. Hardly perceptible to anyone: Freedom for critical thoughts Universally breaks up the doors For old, docile comprehension. (2015)
Validators I found on google.com online validators, generating precise answers in milliseconds: for html developers, checking for errors in mark-up language; for fortunetellers, looking for clues in stellar constellations; for inquisition henchmen, investigating for deviations of dogma; for NSA agents, screening for cue-words of terrorism; for humanities scholars, combing for pseudo-mental expressions; for natural scientists, trawling for pseudo-logical arguments. I selected 'Natural sciences', typing in 'Climate change': 'Climate change is highly speculative, according to Wikipedia an exhaustive list of factors, determining global climatic conditions, all proven to be conspiration theories.' (2017)
Mirror You hold a mirror To see your face. You focus two eyes To check your deeds. You sink in reflection To form your thoughts. (1986 - 2012)
Eyes You move two eyes To scan the sea. You propel a boat To cross its plane. Your word of love Leaves earth a point. (1986 - 2012)
Feet You set four feet To cross a space. You stretch two hands To greet a friend. Your open a face To ban your fake. (1986 - 2012)
Pompeji Heller und prächtiger stehst du im Glanze nun wieder errichtet, Kühn an den Felsen gebaute, du schönste der handelnden Städte. Leben und Treiben versammeln die Tore, doch du übersteigst ihre Wünsche, Ewigkeit will wie die Götter der Strom deines schlagenden Herzens. Was für dein Leben erstrebst du ist ew'ge Erinnerung der Menschen, Gierde und Lüste und prunkvolle Mächte lockst du in die Mauern, Rege zu Gold sich vermehrendes Streben ist dir nur ein Spiel, Steige und sinke im Brennen der Sonne, verlange den Gott. Keiner der Götter, verworfen der Gier, am ersten Tage erzürnte, Aber mit Neiden und Grollen, Gewalt und Besinnen bestimmten die Götter, Ewig seien, hell aus dem Himmel, all was sie ihr schenkten, Häuser und Menschen im Scheine der Sonne, in Asche begraben. (1972)
Qn wings On wings my thoughts carry me far away, Away over cities, lakes to an alternate place. I try, what I saw and heard, to remember, Remember their faces, retrieve their words. As guest I was received, cared for and asked, Asked, if I am alright, my lateness deplored. Faintly I dreamt, I've been invited long ago, Ago to listen to their high and airy songs. Here under the roofs, I've to forget them, back, - Back, where stones dilapidate and lights deceive. (2012 - 1973)
5 Minutes Slam Mm..., Excuse me That the time limit Has already expired. Mm... is lightning, Mm..., mm... is an idea, Further down we cannot think, that is our margin. We burn it And buy it every day, Gas to consume And CO2 to produce. Mm..., We can't add up, Nature needs geological times For her resources to regenerate. Mm..., mm..., We can't multiply, Actions extend, intertwine Till consequences explode. We demand them And use them every day, Jumping on the fast engine To drive back and forth. Äh..., We add up exactly, Cars need interval maintenance To function reliably. Äh..., äh..., We multiply exactly, Calculating costs for customers To profit with each mile.
We love them And tolerate it every day, Four-leggers to pull us behind And their breeds' presentations. Äh..., We can see exactly, Domestics need regular care, To accompany us in health. Mm..., mm..., We can't understand, Fauna develops genetic variability To differentiate in species. We greet them And discuss every day Life style with acquaintances And inconvenient financing. Mm..., Most people can't see, Humans require weekly training Not to lose top shape. Mm..., mm..., Most people can't understand, Community is based on justice, A step against hostile winds. Mm..., that's one's self, Mm..., mm... is its image, Further down we cannot see, These are our senses. Äh..., No excuse, That our times We don't outlast. (2011 - 2012)
Yesterday Yesterday flows into today Unnoticeable like a river, Which is standing to the eye; Deceiving is the quiet way, The waters glide and quiver And sink like a finite day. From the spring to the seabed The droplets do not remember The journey of slides and bends; Observe the traveled span, Each path is a different view And converge to their end. (1979 - 2012)
Pilgrim A pilgrim takes his staff And sets out, place by place, To reach the heavenly land, The Lord promised his heirs. Happily he anticipates the goal, Shoulders pressed by the cross, Faith demands him to carry And His Word points the way. The heavy load forces a rest, Exhausted he lays it on bocks, Saws off at the bottom center And proceeds with firm steps. The pilgrimage is light and good, He stands at the river of atonement And a brother throws his long cross As a dry bridge across the waters. His however falls a length too short And he calls the brother for help, Him: 'What part did you saw off?' He: 'The one of social responsibility.' (from an anonymous source) (2012 - 2010)
Europe A white, docile bull in king Agenor's herd At Sidon's guarded Mediterranean shores Playfully invited to be pulled by its horns, Until shepherdess Europe climbed its back, But by disguise was carried off to Crete, Showing Zeus. A real touching story with a grain of salt, As Heathen Priests calculate their magic, Answering changed situations always new. To mediate endlessly escalating violence, Only analysis enlightens hostile situations, An extra question enlarges comprehension. Theseus had to kill Europe's first son Minos, Foreboding Aigeus threw himself into the sea, The Greek and Roman swords were overrun, Colonialism and slavery were superseded, 2 World Wars show planetary catastrophes To come. (2015)
Post Modern Poetry I know that I know nothing. I cannot conceive a thing And do not know, I might. The grassroots call for a new media To get social surroundings greening! But the old, indigenious bonzen reply: 'Don't change, what's working.' The next stars promise brighter sights. Who can build a media to travel there? But the old, indigenious experts reply: 'We are still real busy working.' Desert dust in the upper atmosphere Does not carry any mineral traces. The sharp crow scents across the grass: 'I, the post modern poet, Do not sing about life's capabilities, Disappointed, certain of my smallness, But I do not know why.' (2017)
Desert Desert stretches. No water over the horizon Or tomorrow. Be self-sufficient. Austere retreat, where His tenets are magnified To make Him palpable. Desert expands. Green oasis gardens slit up Or deteriorate. Be self-conscious. His name does not pacify strife between men For a place of grandeur. Desert dunes move. Like corruption now here Or next there. Be self-protective. Domiciles are dug out with shovels and buckets For shielding, muddy walls. Desert dust climbs. It rolls on in yellow clouds Around the globe. Be self-critical. Billions of micro-crystals are raining, grinding To question His instructions. (2017)
Power Plots Profit We make a profit from our labors. We employ our knowledge and skills, Recruiting into our corporation, Institutionalizing our social system, Prospering: Le système, c'est moi. Privileges We surf with the crest of waves. We enjoy unscathable privileges, Owing the media with her stories, Blue collars don't have any say, Spelling out: La réalité, c'est plaisir. Persecution Where shall we march from here? Where to shall we turn our attention? Persecute them and their children, Letting everything hang out below, Deciding: Liberté toujours. Perversities Hit teams work with clandestine sciences, Turning their attention to monies earned, Poisoning slowly their eat, drink and wear, Stealing their perverse self, life and future, Confirming: Unité de la gênealité. Proof Our trickeries are our Achilles heels. Sparrows in droves jostle on rooftops, Call with the voices of the slaughtered. We have no place to go, But to run for the ropes. (2011)
How long How long will I speak out And people without spirit Retract themselves from me, How long will I speak out And offenders force rocks To block and seal my way, I will speak out as long Away from critical aim Man's actions widely err. (1985 - 2012)
Do not Do not vacillate, - proceed. Do not fight your enemy with iron, Spouting fire, But tear his plans in the nude of light. Speak, If you condemn your tongue to chains, You bury your soul forever in the grave. (1990 - 2012)
Let us Let us speak out In the name of the Lord. Let us make His truth shine, Plainness and reconciliation, Like from a wild, stormy sky Pollutants are washed away. Let us extend His healing hand To the bitter, despairing and violent, Clearing illusions, faulty arguments Of degrading might. We speak out in His grace, When adding a word of love To our enemies too. (1990 - 2012)
Come, enter Come, enter through these gates And be refreshed with mirth: Rest from your money's fines, Let from your friends support, Leave from your beauty's shine. To come in this garden, you left All these and your flesh behind. (1984 - 2012)
Help wanted Help Wanted At the gates of Your vineyard I inquire: Is any job there, fitting my hands? What did you learn? - Poetry. What did you do last? - Not much. Come, enter onto my larger grounds. Do you see the steep hills and vines, Do you see the dark forests beyond, The stony wastes and pollution? Who will work, but my servants? Here are your working clothes: Old shirt, pants, cap and solid shoes. Get ready, Here are your working tools: Word, pen, paper and Multi Media. Set to work, First, where it is the most urgent today, Where the biggest rocks need to get out: Truth has to break through lie, Persistence has to break through spite. (2009 - 2012)
Waste cans Waste cans are tossed by the wind, Their tinkle subsides, though it blows: 'I speak with a whispering voice, I gently unfold your eyes To spread out a new landscape, Where I name plants and flowers, I grant you solace in my palms, in peace, My words, gestures and promise are clear: Pass on my love to all mankind.' (1990 - 2012)
Truth I am the Lord your God To whom all things are known, Who counts all hearts and minds. Outside my given guidance for man There endures no lasting life And I will demand account Not alone of actions, but of thoughts. As I reveal eternal truth through love In the unity of all mankind, Man discerns his mind, his truth Alone with a benefit in his heart. Those observing an ear of corn Will measure, plant a whole field To feed the neighboring towns. Those discovering a spark of beauty, Pure in contemplation, eye and means, Will rise, communicate to all. Both reflections of my kingdom, But none will hear my word, Unless in the spirit of humility. Transgressing my given guidance Mirth will be broken through lie, Sloth besmear all thought, Ambiguous designs self-destruct, And words will turn into cries, Catastrophes suffocate the planet, And silence alone be left. (1991 - 2012)
More stars There are more stars than a dominating sun. Far out rove my spiralling phantasies, Their lights shine and their warmth radiate, One day one of my hopes will be fulfilled. Set up are systems, intellectual masks of power, By the global players on our miniature planet To deflect and to manipulate our expectations, For their flow of profits to have clear sailing. Foisted is progress as a generator of power, By genetic toxins to program our desires, Our long breath and strength to resist, to cry out, Against guzzlers like our privileged elites. (1991 - 2012)
Cynicism What are your mental horizons, but cynicism, What your thoughts, but crumbling scaffoldings Of ashes, your feelings, but snake thrown scales? My word is the only word of truth. Transgressing my given guidance for man, You do not acquire lasting sustenance And I will demand account Not alone of actions, but of thoughts. You have rejected everything that is divine, None of your achievements are in my name. What are your palaces, but black marble Swallowing light, your progresses septic scars Under linen, your labors adits of depravity? You have rejected the balms of my Grace, Choosing the delights of illusions' grimes. What are your institutions, but elevators from The sutterain, your social conventions deflections From vice, your altars plates polished mute? Your evil practices convict you, You operate gas chambers as a social sport, You release your children into sate prostitution, Your paths of propaganda, atrocities And self-deceptions leading back, With your own hands to press out your eyes, With your own nails to tear out your entails, Tongues torn, you mutter your pains. (1993 - 2012)
Daily behind lighted ads Silenced are exhorting voices Against torture and autocrats In whimpers and silent cries. They are being called to order By collapse and secret power. Docs, lawyers break for pause, A few drops for a good cause. Millions sent to their last refuge, Always, always the bells accuse. (2014)
Down river Running waters reflect our ways in life, Ripples in the river, waves in the ocean, Stars in the sky are close up distances. The road to God seems measurable, Sky up? - Sky down? - - No, up river, Ambulating here green and alga rich. His Words from afar quietly advise us: Steadily climb up to the sources of life, Where the brooks are clear and blue. Row with diligence against the current, Don't let yourself be carried backwards, At night set up your tent near by shore. Long, fast boats aim straight down river, Packed with heads, goods and weapons, Hurry by with fancy, flapping pennants. Continuing on as stubbornly as of ages, Their captains follow the same compass That led up to colonies and world wars. They gush on down over narrow falls, Wide circling around pale, grey eddies, 'Nev' back' now unveils the black flag. The kings and presidents of our times Steer at massive planetary catastrophes To drown in desolateness, steel and sand. (2016)
Column As a column, as so often before, Misery breaks in with combatants, Pillage, murder, chopped throats. As sprayed flocks got away, Irretrievables were bewailed: 'He let me dwell in darkness like those long dead.' 'Look at our despair, Lord of this blood soaked soil.' An aesthetic word wreath Does not grasp the deed. The blunt view of corpses Does not move the eye, Missing are claims and cuffs For justice. This is a poster With fact, picture, a call That tomorrow Will spot from every wall. (Quotes: Lamentations 3,6 and G Walden: We, the Lost - 1943) (2014)
In solitude In solitude Many miles from the next housing In the gleams of a beech wood fire, A plain, sharp mind absorbs His lines, Pursuing eyes of a spy mutilate the picture To issue, 'His quiet voice has never risen.' In desolation Secluded from recuperating sections In a muffled ward for the dying, A person's breath is softening, fainting, oxic drugs freeze the face in agony To proof, 'His peace does not exist. (1990 - 2012)
Dehumanized Dehumanized in CIA gas chambers, Labor camps of sadism and sodomy, They moan with severed tongues 'Will these crimes be stopped, Will people arrest their hurried steps To expose these boils before the light?' They beg with crippled hands To be granted a base of dignity, Air to breathe, not being gassed, Water to drink, not being poisoned, Bread to eat, not being contaminated. Their prayers look up to the Lord, Their dying hopes to countries That do not tolerate depravities, To be set free from their chains. (1992 - 2012)
These crimes These crimes of human depravity, Gas chambers and state prostitution, These crimes cry out to heaven Before the ears of the Lord. These crimes cry out to heaven, Their permissiveness, silent toleration Will not anymore go unnoticed Before the patience of the Lord. I will turn my light away, I will condemn their evil intent, Abandon the country to darkness Not anymore to see its face. In the abyss of intellectual sloth Of human capabilities, convenience, I will forsake forever my guidance, Weeds to cover its towns.
Their gorges will not see the steps Leading to my judgement throne, Alone who walk humbly in Spirit I gather as my peaceful sheep. (1991 - 1992)
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