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My first poetry reading in public

My first poetry reading on April 15, 2011 at Café Jolesch in Zittau

This evening I read the first five of my poems before an audience in the beautiful Art
Nouveau atmosphere of Café Jolesch under the direction of Karin Kayser and Rolf Monitor in
the context of the "Open Stage" for the 3rd Lusatian Culture Night. I waited for my first
appearance with a good Czech Svijani fresh draft beer. On the small stage were already
loudspeakers,  microphones and musical instruments installed. From 8 pm on the room filled
with visitors. A live band playing rock music and blues and a young woman performed a
belly dance. All the tables were now occupied, and I cleared my place for some students,
listening to the sounds from the bar and watched the dance. There was much applause and
some young people shot photos with their cell phones. Then I was announced by Rolf
Monitor, stepped to the stage and read my five poems for the first time in public. It was
quiet in the room and all listened to me and when I had finished, came rapturous applause.
Rolf Monitor asked me if I could not read more of my poems, but I was only prepared to
read five. I promised to repeat my reading with more poems next time. 


Note: The Lusatian Culture Night is a yearly event in April from 7 pm till midnight with
different performances, exhibits and other events. Café Jolesch is a pub  in the so called
Hiller Villa. 
The villa was built at end of the 19th Century. It was for decades the home of the Jewish
Hiller family. Gustav Hiller, an inventor from Großschönau, using the proceeds from his
first patent, a machine for manufacturing curtain strings, founded Zittau's Phänomenwerke.
They were known in GDR times as VEB Robur Works Zittau, in which bicycles of the brand
Phänomen, the  Phänomobile and later the Robur truck were produced. During the Nazi rule,
Mrs. Hiller, could be bought off for an annual payment of 300,000 Reichsmark from
deportation. After the war the family moved into the West Zone. Today  the Villa Hiller is
home for the Multicultural Center (MUK), a nonprofit organization. In 1993, the
granddaughters of Gustav Hiller, Mrs Anne Frommann and Mrs Claudia Siede-Hiller, now
living in Israel, donated the villa to the MUK. The ground floor houses the Café Jolesch.


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April 15, 2013


They say that the only sure things
Are death and taxes

After gathering information and a bit of math practice and
carefully filling out the forms
And sending them in to various governments:
Federal, State, and Local;

After gathering resources and a lot of running practice
And carefully filling out the registration forms
And sending them in
For the Boston Marathon -

Who knew 
The end of the race would really be
The End of the Race?

Crowds cheered
As the runners crossed the finish line

And a few crossed over
No doubt, to cheering crowds of angels
And loved ones long past

This is fresh news; and no one knows
Who planted the bombs
Or why

They say that the only sure things
Are death and taxes

Who knew they’d both fall on the same day?


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Harmony

I saw you today in the dust on the china cabinet. It was cloudy but the gray always makes the pigment of the trees more prevalent. The purple flowers reminded me of your wigs somehow. I never knew you when you had hair. Just a petite little thing with scarves tied around your head. You were so beautiful no matter what the time of day. April was raining this afternoon and I was too. But only for a moment when I saw your eyes in the shine of the teacups. Tea was always a favorite of yours.


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Like a Hare, Caught in a Trap

I'm no good at setting clocks,
don't enjoy sending faxes
but if you'll bring your info,
I'll calculate your taxes.

I scream at my computer,
could take a hammer to it
but give me a tax problem,
I'll work my way through it.

Can't program my cell phone,
don't even want to bother.
I'm busy doing tax returns
for everyone's big brother.

Kids’ve joined the work force,
brought me their W-2's
wanting all their money back,
"Mom, see what you can do."

Now they own businesses
I'm preparing Schedule C's.
I want out of this trap,
I'm dying by degrees.

Grandkids’re growing fast,
beginning to earn dough,
and Grandma's growing old,
lazy, decrepit, and slow.

cfa ? 3/14/2010


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bachpan ki yaade

Jindagi wahi thi mein hi badal gaie,
Bachpan ki yado mei kishorawastha bhi dhal gaie,
Nursery class mei ungali pakad kar chali thi,
Aaj akeli twelth pass ho chali,
Bado ke palko ki abhi bhi kali hu,
Oos ke boondo jesi moti ban gai hu,
Bachpan mei maa ki wo kanha wali choti,
Wo nal ka pani,wo chulhe ki roti,
Didi or mere thaelo ke khilaone,
Jhula na jholane mile toh lagti thi rone,
Baba- amma ke ankho ki pyari hu,
Sabki raj dulari hu,
Gao ke kheto ki wo mand hawa,
Dil toh wahi bus badal gaya chehra,
Maa ke hatho ki thapki or lori,
Papa ke god mein karti thi titori,
Atariya mei apne payal ka chn-chanana,
Mastiya, manmarjiya or apne aap mein gun-gunana
Wo bachpan ke khel,.wo dosto ki rail,
Wo raja -rani ki kahaniya , wo chadar ki jail,
Hanso jaise udati thi badalo sang,
Bade hote hi badal gaya sare jahan ka rang,.
Bachpan ki yade udas man ko gud-gudati, 
Kehta hai dil bachpan phir se aa jata........