BYE ERN
There once was a man from Bavaria
Whose actions could not be scarier
In the woods where he lurked
And at night where he worked
It was designated as a no-go area
But at heart he was a secretive guy
Of ill repute, but couldn’t see why
All those songs that were sung
About him being well hung
From a tree in the woods so high
Beer Sonnet
I have a bottle of German beer in the fridge
and naturally cloudy, first brewed in some small town
in Bavaria in 1624.
They didn’t make the beer clear and decided to call
the brew Dunkel (cloudy), PR, yes it existed it worked
now it is a world-famous beer.
It also cost a bit more, which never fails to attract snobs.
I opened the beer dislike the colour me, a Budweiser man
of the type brewed in the USA
A band of clouds was, obscuring the sunset it was Dunkel
a sentence not spoken but sensed even a child could get.
I drank the beer, let the tomorrow keep its secret.
Clock-maker Fritz lived in Bavaria
He was known as best in that area
It was cuckoo clocks he made
None were better at that trade
Cuckoo was he, prone to hysteria
In the summer months, Neuschwanstein Castle hosts six thousand visitors a day.
Mad King Ludwig II of Bavaria’s ghost cannot keep these sightseers away.
He does his best to make them feel uncomfortable, inserting sadness in each room.
However, he was never great at people skills. They do not feel a sense of gloom.
The fairytale king built this private sanctuary as a place to hide and lick his wounds.
He died in 1886, and his finished fourteen rooms became a gawker’s place to swoon.
Not in six months or a year. The survivors opened it quickly up to public view.
They were selling tickets and showing it in seven weeks to the likes of you.
Walt Disney was enamored by this charming castle. He immediately planned.
A similar dwelling named Sleeping Beauty Castle, now found in Disneyland.
If you go to Bavaria Germany, I am sure you’d better go to taunt King Ludwig’s ghost.
He will be furious, and try to scare you away. Shhh Don’t tell the ones who host.
"Mein Kampf" held the clue for you and Europe
You hoped Hitler would destroy Soviet Russia, then itself
Game Theory, realpolitik, so-called political scientists say, "realism"
O how many ways we refused to help Jews - US refused refugees till 1941!
Don't hate me: these are facts of history. All Gandhi & King ask: change!
NOTE: By 1939 Mein Kampf sold over 5.2 million copies and was translated into 11 languages. Think again if you assume some of these languages were Arabic and Zulu, Sanskrit and Chinese. Hitler was in prison in 1925 for attempted putsch against the government in Bavaria, but served 9 months of his 5 year term, during which he began dictating Mein Kamof to Rudolph Hess, fellow "nazi."
The canons thunder,
the rifles rage,
and the horses
like swarms of bees
storm the plains
of feudal Europe.
Her princes tremble
and willingly
capitulate.
Prussia's undoubtedly mine
from Bavaria to the Rhine.
Russia's dreary wintry plains
will be where my scepter reigns.
Italy is my inheritance
as Portugal dreads resistance.
Without the sword i'll woo Poland
whilst to her knees i'll bring England
and kingdoms of the British isles.
French civilization and styles
will dethrone Europe's old order
as our ideals expand further.
Cinematic overture
Masquerade ball macabre
Stories from the pages of history
The winter cemetery
Abracadabra
Mountains of Bavaria
Hungarian rhapsody
Pearls of perpetuity
Threads of deceit
Born with two left feet
The shakiest gun in the west
Dracula and the dinner guest
Chagall’s whimsy
Frost like filigree
A snowqueen tale
The end of a fairy tale
Sleeping with prince charming
A storm is brewing
Brokenhearted sunsets
Sky with no regrets
The fairy tale must end
The beginning and the end
Morning apparition
The resurrection
Wings of wonder
Mourning’s in the eye of the griever
Tribute to Kim Rodrigues - title and every line are borrowed titles of her poems. I actually have a longer version titled SEA OF CHAOS.
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on August 2, 2021 for contest A BRIAN STRAND RHYMED POETRY sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
MOUNTAINS OF BAVARIA
climbing,
higher and higher.
a breathtaking scene.
horse and carriage clomps past us.
an extraordinary castle
in the mountains of Bavaria.
lingering patience, as my thighs
motivate their muscles,
climbing ever higher to Ludwig’s sky.
taking time to catch my breath.
Neuschwanstein,
fairy tale swoon of the Romance Road.
the mountain chills
in Winter,
a wondrous white wool coat.
Autumn spread
of lime, gold and red
cornucopia of colors.
the castle built for length of years,
not so for the King.
but i, feel energized, as
we approach the kingdom’s entrance,
spying the height
of the Alps
we’ve climbed.
the divine breast
of paradise.
8/8/2017
Free verse
Mountain Contest
Our Cats Jack and Henry
(There is a Henry Horn in our family
who lived in Bavaria, Germany.)
Cats were asleep in our each seat
(This is actually true.)
And both of them looked so sweet
While comfortably lying there
Waiting to receive our loving care.
Up against my feet would rub
Each piece of furniture and tub
Name we must dub on each one
Jack and Henry who have fun.
So going around they will keep
And then start falling fast asleep
After eating food they were fed
Ended up conked out in their bed.
You have to like this one.
Instead of John Boy you can
call me James Boy. Wonder
if they still make those same
Big Chief writing pads he
used to write on.
Jim Horn
Brenda penned a story about Brennan the boatswain in Bermuda
Who had bought a Bavaria 43 barque for a sailing adventure.
The story began with the ballad of Brennan:
'Come sail with me, on see-saw sea
Becapped, bedecked, emblazoned blithely, a blast!
Your love becalmed in my arms embrace.
All aboard, all in, with my deck I beckon.'
As the rollicking tale unfolded,
Brenda fell brow over boots, besotted, in love with Brennan.
She found herself browsing more and more online
Searching for 'Bermuda', 'Brennan', 'Bavaria Barque',
Hoping to find a real Brennan on board, waiting becalmed, with arms beckoning
For her to embolden her text and join him.
~The Swan King~
(Key To My Heart)
Dream
Within
A dream
Breathless
Symphony
Castle********Of dreams
Romantic King of Bavaria
King Ludwig II was that
Yes was that and more
Tender hearted tortured soul
Unforgettable
His vision unique
Forever
A gift
that keeps
Giving
Thru the years
Misunderstood
Not mad
Sleep in
Peace sweet
King
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
copyright@2012
August.28.2015
~Authors notes:
My very humble tribute to King Ludwig II of Bavaria.
King Ludwig II or Ludwig Otto Friedrich Wilhelm, was King of Bavaria from 1864 until his death. He is sometimes called the Swan King and der Märchenkönig, the Fairy Tale King. He also held the titles of Count Palatine of the Rhine, Duke of Bavaria, Duke of Franconia, and Duke in Swabia.
Ludwig II of Bavaria (1845-1886), King of Bavaria, 1864-1886~
"Key to my Heart" is a poetry style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000 in 2010.
(Key To My Heart)
Dream
Within
A dream
Breathless
Symphony
Castle********Of dreams
Romantic king of Bavaria
King Ludwig II was that
Yes was that and more
Tender hearted tortured soul
Unforgettable
His vision unique
Forever
A gift
that keeps
Giving
Thru the years
Misunderstood
Not mad
Sleep in
Peace sweet
King
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
copyright@2011
October,7,2014
London. A fourth floor hotel room. Nightfall. Lawrence Talbot.
misty blue moonlight
shirt in shreds silver sinew...
howling for the hunt
Bavaria. The edge of the Black Forest . Midnight. A Creature Named Adam.
from grave to castle
pursuing a perverse mate...
lightning my mother
Haiti. A fallow field off a dirt crossroads. Sunset. The Gris Gris Man.
lost Latin on the wind
fearful fugue for Godless souls...
resurrect the dead
Sleep well this night, won't you?
Aha Ha Ha Aha Aha Ha Ha Ha Ha....
A wild boar came into town
because he felt so alone
he rampaged some doors and entered a home
to find some food in the kitchen
I came across the story in a newspaper and it really happened in Bavaria.
Police came and thought it was a thief, but then they found tracks of the boar.
Nobody saw him and that fellow disappered into the forest after he found food in a
restauran's kitchen and in a private home
The motion:
The breeze through the window and my wandering thoughts.
This jagged ink provokes beauty-recognized,
Unwavering and clairvoyant and I mean this:
This train makes sounds that help me breathe.
This life makes purpose through bending, countless futures.
Here I found at the edge of Bavaria
And into the endless blessed rolling of river and hill:
God and a dream.
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