Best Bavaria Poems
I.
In the year sixteen hundred and thirty-five
I was a fool young man known as Ludwig,
back from the wars and flush with new money,
spent it on fine whores and copious drink.
One pale lady led me out into the street
where her pimp stood in shinning moonlight,
he smiled at her, said,”How nice of you,
I was thinking of feasting tonight.”
Before I could even start to react
his fangs had sank deep into my neck,
she joined in too, this woman I had held,
I black out and don’t recall what came next.
When I came too I was in a dark cave
and cried out, thankful that I was alive,
yet when I tried to walk t in the sun
it seared and sizzled my ghost-pale hide.
I’d never believed the legends were true,
but I now had no breath or heart-beat,
and when the sun set, I went out for food,
no meal would satisfy my deep cravings.
I made it six days, or should I say nights,
before the hunger overcame my will,
stalked a poor post-rider in the countyside,
recall the screams that came from my first kill.
I felt something within crumble that day,
a hollow emptiness grew deep inside,
knowing that with every kill that I made
meant another piece of my soul had died.
Before long I fled my Bavaria,
the peoples were getting restless and mean,
traveled across Europe, moving often,
forced to ‘live’ by acts heinous and obscene.
It was in Scotland three long years later,
hiding in the highlands from an angry mob,
unable to come out for days on end,
the growing hunger, it painfully throbbed.
When turned a vampire loses their blood
which causes their bodies to shut down,
I was so hungry I was driven mad,
in my mania I drained dry a cow!
Then to my surprise I felt the hunger
fade away and leave me feeling all-right,
it was any blood that would slake my thirst,
I didn’t have to take any more lives!
You think this would improve my situation,
but in truth it hurt me all the more,
couldn’t help but ask why had I never
bothered to ask this question before?
All the lives I had brought to an end,
all the families I had let bereft,
gad I the wits to ask these questions then
not a one would’ve had to face death.
The truth of these failings hounded my heels,
there was to be no peace within me,
until one night in France I came upon
ancient stone walls of a monastery…
CONTINUES IN PART II
Its sonorous tone has struck the hours for well over a hundred years,
But time hath surely taken its toll on its weary wheels and gears.
'Tis built of sturdy oak by craftsmen who took pride in their guild.
My old friend stands nigh seven feet tall and leaves my life fulfilled.
To keep fit he needs a tune-up now and then as all we old guys do,
And with a generous squirt of oil here and there, he runs just like new!
His beaming face shines and his rhythmic tick-tock tells me all is well.
He's a dear and treasured companion for all who in this home do dwell.
Oh, if only he could talk of the many things he's witnessed during his life;
Birth, death, sad and happy times, the struggles of foolish man in strife.
Old Grandpap has been quite the world traveler since his birth in Bavaria.
He's been to Japan and all over America - he's covered a lot of area!
How comforting it is to hear his soothing chimes in the still of the night,
Knowing that he is keeping time for me and that everything is alright.
With each pendulum swing he reminds me that my time on earth is measured.
Time I dare not squander and time with friends and family must be treasured!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
~ 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 visions 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
September.19.2018
~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.
-King Ludwig II or Ludwig Otto Friedrich Wilhelm (25 August 1845 – 13 June 1886)
-'Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.'-
- Mark Twain-
~Author's notes:
The 'Key To My Heart' is a poetry form or style created by Dorian Petersen Potter aka
ladydp2000 in 2010.
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....
~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
A wizened little old man hunkered over his bench.
Gnarled hands wielded screwdriver, hammer and wrench.
Hung on the walls of his shop, all types of clocks were arrayed.
He'd been a clock maker for decades - he was master of his trade.
His quaint little shop was set in the Black Forest of Bavaria.
For his horology craft he was renowned in all the area.
Always smoking a pipe, the smoke forming a wreath about his head;
On his cluttered workbench, springs, gears and wheels were spread!
He could repair any old clock in a trice,
And have it back up and running for a reasonable price.
He could make you a fine clock from oak or cherry wood,
That would make you the envy of the neighborhood!
He adjusted pendulums to ensure a synchronous tick and tock.
Grandfather, cuckoo and mantel clocks he made from stock.
He took pride in his guild and his clocks are antiques today,
And in antique stores and museums, you'll find them on display.
To make his clocks he used no fancy lathes or tools,
Nor did he learn his craft in one of those elitist schools.
He dear old Father taught him everything he knew,
Telling him, "Son, be accurate and "timely" in all you do!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
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
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.
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
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
My name is Iris
And I got the virus
You say you've got it too
But you can't sneeze
With the greatest ease
And your lips aren't turning blue
My names Freedy
And I'm good and ready
For to give you what I got
Don't wash my hands
I got swollen glands
And a half a pound of snot
My names Ttump
A windswept orange lump
And I'll beat that bad kung-fu Flu
Show my tour de force
On that old golf course
Then I'll build a wall or two
My name is Vladimir
Communism shows I care
Making sure my people's sharing vot day got
Charity begins at home
I live in my Kremlin home
And make sure they'll not be pushing in my pot
My name is Queen mum
My birthdays soon to come
But a knees up on the cards is sure to scare ya
There's no need to wrap my presents
As I'm off out shooting peasants
I'll show you how it's done in old Bavaria
My name it is Varadkar
Peeps, we've gone and made it this far
Our nations sure to go and make the cut (ask the banks)
If they find an antidote
To make sure we won't get smote
I'll volunteer to take one in the butt!
My name of course is Bush
My lifestyles rich and plush
We've been around at least three generations
Gramps was jailed in Hitlers service
Pops and grandson make folk nervous
Corona's not a patch on our infestation
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
Cinematic overture
Chagall’s whimsy
Dracula and the dinner guest
Dessert invitational
Dueling hearts
A thousand mirrors old
Stories from the pages of history
Abracadabra
Hungarian rhapsody
Mountains of Bavaria
Tiger eye quartz
Falling from the heights
A storm is brewing
The earth bleeds
The doomsday clock
Eyeing the hour glass
Of weighted crown
Spirals in black and white
Birds of paradise
Moon goddess
Sleeping with prince charming
A snowqueen tale
Brokenhearted sunsets
Sky with no regrets
Love expressed at heaven’s door
Before the echo of raindrops
Exhausting the colors of the day
Open the flood gates
Domino effect
God will not be mocked
The beginning and the end
When all seemed lost
A moment of silence please
Serenity of circumstance
Pearls of perpetuity
Threads of deceit
The fairy tale must end
The winter cemetery
Saturated in solitude
Mourning’s in the eye of the griever
Writing with weeping words
Emotional brush strokes
Death overrules all judgments here on earth
Thirteen seconds from heaven
Tomb of the unknown poet
Death, where are you
Tribute to Kim Rodrigues - title and every line are borrowed titles of her poems. I actually have a shorter RHYME version titled A THOUSAND MIRRORS OLD
AP: 1st place 2022
Originally posted on May 2, 2018
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.