Best Lieder Poems
Gestern/ Yesterday / Ayer
Der Schmerz meines Herzens
kennt keine Lieder,
keine Musik.
Es ist das Vergessen,
das mich schmerzt.
Es ist das Vergessen,
das mir meine Träume
und meine Wünsche raubt,
weil du gingst.
Als mein Leben verschüttet wurde
mit dem Staub des Vergessens
verlor sich der Tag in Zukunftswünschen.
Die Nebel von gestern,
noch unbekannt,
vereinen sich mit dem Universum,
so bleiben wir nicht die,
die wir einmal waren.
The pain of my heart
has no songs,
no music.
It is the forgetting
that hurts me.
It is the forgetting
what takes my desires,
because you left.
When my life was buried
by the dust of oblivion.
The day was lost in future dreams
Yesterday's fogs,
still unknown,
unite with the universe.
We 'll be never the same again
what we once were
El dolor de mi corazón
ni tiene canciones,
ni música.
Es el olvido
que me duele.
Es el olvido
que quita mis deseos,
porque te fuiste
cuando mi vida fue enterrado
por el polvo del olvido.
El día se había perdido en los sueños de futuro.
Las nieblas de ayer
aún desconocidos,
se unen con el universo.
Nunca más estaremos los cuales
lo que una vez fuimos
Categories:
lieder, lost love
Form:
Verse
Human being shell sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep forever
Right up we must get to the hard truth
and not blind out the fact
that our wisdom and common sense
should not have been overestimated more
in certain crucial circumstances
when we have got access even for instance
to the limitless power and possibilities,
as it happened in French Alpes,
when Lubits tempted deadly by the very thought and way
that he will might turn airbus to the crash
for instance filling the God legacy and omnipotence.
Entirely all deals and events
which demanded limitless power and responsibility,
limitless calculations,
limitless competence and preciseness
and limitless hard works and efforts
might be totally excluded
from our control and assessment,
we might got all this staff
to the autopilot guiding
of modern technologies, GPS and other computations
that works much more better
without any human intervention
for the very working processes.
Mr. Al Gore knew something about it
when he planned the Global system
of autopilot security services.
for the benefits and survive people
in the modern jungle of high tech.
You judge the Lubits atrocious action
which lead to murder of 150 passengers,
yes, you are right but also we must judge
the Sirian dictator and North Korean Kim Chen Yn
and national lieder of Russian Federation
and hundredth other persons
sticking up deadly to limitless power and rule,
we must judge also religions, traditions
which despised the freedom of person
and right of women and children
and entire world must switch on
to the Global safety infrosracture.
Human shall sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep.
If someone held limitless power
even for instance
close to us or at far distance,
its mean the world goes down to precipice.
God please help us
expelled out and ousted
the myriads our tirans and autocrats
in power and in preparation, in family
in our soul and in our mentality.
Human being shell sleep no more,
Lubits has murdered our sleep forever.
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Categories:
lieder, philosophy,
Form:
Ballad
Oh unruhige Welt,
höre seinen Gesang,
vom rauschenden Ozean
bis zur weiten Kette der Anden
Erhabenes Macchu Picchu,
hier wandelt sein Geist
zwischen den Nebelbänken
des Urabamba und den
eisigen Höhen der Berge
Du hattest viele Leben,
den für ein einziges
war keine Zeit.
Deine Worte klingen in mir
mit der Melancholie
verlöschender Sterne
Der Pöbel, der dich verletzte,
ließ dir keine Zeit mehr
zum Dichten,
deine Lieder aber in uns
werden niemals erlöschen
Oh troubled world,
hear his voice,
from the soothing sounds
of ocean's surf
to the wide rangeof the Andes
Sublime Macchu Picchu
here his spirit strolls
between the foggy banks
of the Urabamba and
icy heights of the mountains
You had many lives,
as for only one
there was no time.
Your words sound in me
with the melancholy
of dying stars
The mob who hurt you,
did not give you the time
for new verses,
but your songs in us
will never cease
¡Oh mundo intraquilo,
oír su voz!
De los sonidos suaves
de las olas del océano
hasta la altura de vasto Andes
Sublime Macchu Picchu
aquí su espíritu deambula
entre los bancos de niebla
de la Urabamba y
heladas alturas de las montañas
Ha tenido muchas vidas,
como para una solo
no había tiempo.
Sus palabras suenan en mí
con la melancolía
de estrellas moribundas
La plebe que te hizo daño,
no te dará el tiempo
para nuevos versos,
pero tus canciones en nosotros
nunca jamás expirarán
Categories:
lieder, dedication
Form:
Free verse
He said, dismantling of USSR was the greatest geopolitical catastrophe of century,
I said it was been the greatest breakthrough of our age and hope for the best future.
We have been so quite disagree but he was a very influential national lieder,
the creator of world empire from nursing billionaires-oligarches
and European ex-presidents retrogrades and trytors
on his service,
I have been just a poet with the best and honest vision
and strong belief and respect for West democracy and advanced society
and Magna Carta.
Categories:
lieder, preschool,
Form:
Verse
Want living in free Ukraine?
Show the strongest intention for that.
From long stretched gloomy past
to the brilliant future merciless cast
your half stoned country and nation.
Go ahead without stoppages and setbacks,
even if Putin gave you 20 billion backs
for returning back
in resurrecting USSR.
Go ahead, mister Yanukovich
in EuroUnion, not be crazy,
run away from dying areas
where reigned guilty comrades, thieves,
cleptocrats and robbers in power and legitimacy.
But criminals and their strong lieder
have own laws,
means and measures for the pressure
much more strong
compare with European asking and rules
on the doubting members and satellites,
who want go away from control
to freedom and independence.
It’s not a simple task,
to quench with the guilty past,
if you cannot for future
you half rotten country and criminals live and presidency
merciless cast,
unleashed all previous ties and lings.
Go ahead, mister Yanukovich,
and you shall have save
together with Ukraine
the Russian Federation
so jealous now
for your country and its choice,
from trap of dictatorship and stagnation.
Categories:
lieder, political,
Form:
Ode
Schtim vun di erd,
schpigl vun di welt,
glajch klang vun der wint,
a tanzn.
D'erew a fargliwerte asch
ligt in majne machschowes,
un muzik.
De grine welt hot a frajndlich gezang.
De zun,
de zilbernen schtern.
Lidlech vun fejgl,
schpil vun de wintn,
der zirkon a schejner zumertog,
wi monblumen,
penermer wi a nepl,
de zunfargang.
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Stimmen der Erde
Stimmen der Erde,
Spiegel der Welt,
wie Windgesang,
ein Tanzen.
Der Abend, eine verglühende Asche,
eingebettet in meinen Gedanken,
eine Musik.
Die grüne Welt hat einen fröhlichen Klang.
Die Sonne,
die silbernen Sterne.
Lieder von Vögeln,
Spiel des Windes.
Die Erinnerung, ein schöner Sommertag,
wie Mohnblumen,
Gesichter im Nebel,
der Sonnenuntergang.
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Voices of the earth,
mirror of the world,
like songs in the wind,
a dance.
Evening, glowing ashes,
embedded in my thoughts,
a music.
A green world has a joyful sound.
The sun,
the silver stars.
Songs of the birds,
game of the wind,
Remembrance, a beautiful summer day,
like poppies,
faces in the fog,
the sunset.
Categories:
lieder, imagination
Form:
Rhyme
Fallen im Wind
wenn der Herbst sie müde macht am Baume.
Durchsichtig, wie Stücke aus Glas,
ruhen sie am Ufer des Flusses,
haben ihre eigene Sprache.
Und, wie die Nachtigall ihre Lieder dem Wind anvertraut,
so erzählen die Blätter ihre Legenden den Wäldern.
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Falling with the winds
if autumn makes them tired in the tree.
Transparent, like pieces of glass,
when they rest on the shore of the river.
They have their own language.
And like the nightingale entrusts her songs to the wind,
the leaves take their legends to the woods.
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Caen con el viento,
cuando el otoño les decansen en el árbol.
Transparente, como piezas de vidrio,
reposen en las orillas del río,
tienen su propio idioma.
Y, como el ruiseñor confie sus canciones al viento,
así cuentan las Hojas sus leyendas a los bosques.
Categories:
lieder, autumn,
Form:
Prose Poetry
You are a bird in a piano
Atonal with broken wings,
panic flight of triplets
That hammer both lacquer and bass
Lieder of a bloodied beak
and shocked, artless eyes;
All the notes you play
Are glued with flightlessness
the tone of air stolen
the sky closed and dark
Categories:
lieder, friendship, missing you,
Form:
Verse
Fluttering fingertips
on ebony and ivory
gently ascending
like the wings of
a white butterfly~
then gradually descending~
fading like a sleepy sun.
Tender instrumental pauses ~
transposing into heart beats
like the silence between I
and LOVE~ and YOU
when you utter them
in our nocturnal tryst.
Dulcet moonlight melodies ~
in shifting harmonies of arpeggio;
Lingering like the touch of your fingertips
on my cheeks as you kiss me goodnight.
14 February 2021
Notes: Liebesträume (German for Dreams of Love) is a set of three solo piano works (S. 541/R. 211) by Franz Liszt, published in 1850. Originally the three Liebesträume were conceived as lieder after poems by Ludwig Uhland and Ferdinand Freiligrath. (Source: Wikipedia)
All Yours ( February 14) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st Place
Categories:
lieder, appreciation, love, music,
Form:
Ekphrasis
Having said that
for all of us, dear friends,
not left any other way at all
going to the worth life and prosperity
except turn to Crist
who just partly known for some of us as a prophet Isa
completely shadowed by Lenin, Marks and Muhammad.
All other way
as you clearly see
degraded, downgraded,
run out, vanishing
or dying in empty air,
dear brethren, close one and relates.
Believe me, please,
albeit I am not prophet and strong lieder,
I just tell you as honest man
who lived with you in country and region
that survived in short time several revolutions
and innumerous plots, famines, calamities, civil wars
and others fatal experiments
under the ruling of our brainless governors and corruptive, cursed advisers.
I am just not want left you
you children and grandchildren
for another decades and tragic long circle
of multiplying and growing
disasters, slandering and gloomy perspectives
with Ortodocs Russian churches
and Russian neoimperializm
or with Islamic fanatics
or Chinese market communism,
flourishing and looks promising now,
even the West Catholicism and Protestantism
and Anglican church
do not preferable and helpfull now,
the same a free market economy and ideology
on the base of US modern democracy
with giant corporations of greedy richest person
leading world from one crisis to another
cannot been worshiped by us,
even the best example of Swiss, Denmark, Singapore
and other small prosperity countries
could not inspire and attract us anymore.
Only turning to eternal Truth and values
and keeping the highest moral Code,
precepts and commandments
prescribed for us and every one
by the holy olders from Bible -
love to neighbor and love to God
and Crist,s readiness for sacrifice our private life
for others benefits
would help us find out and see
the far light in the channel of darkness -
only way going our nation and country
toward save and prosperity
and God’s blessing status and standarts.
Categories:
lieder, teacher, perspective,
Form:
Verse
Ich bin verliebt in einen Traum,
Einen Traum der Zukinft,
Er begeistert mich mit Freundschaft und Liebe Gottes,
Liebliche Berge dann will ich mit ihn wandern,
Lieder dann will ich mit ihn singen,
Ein Lehrer der Humanitat, dann will ich in seiner Klasse sein,
Wie sagt mann guten morgen zu einen Prince,
Wasser der Seele reinigen mit der Sonnenlicht,
Er ist mein Traum gottes,
ich bette das unser lieber Gott Ihn sicher halt,
Ein froehliches Wieder sehn,
Riesige Berge sein Heim,
Das Chalet wo er sich mit Freunden trifft,
Ein Lebewohl, lieber Prince, ich habe dich gern.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Categories:
lieder, appreciation, beautiful, blessing, faith,
Form:
Free verse
Erinnerungen (Satis Shroff)
Ich ging in ein Altersheim
Verkleidet als ein Hase,
Mit einer roten Nase.
Ich spielte mit meiner Mundharmonika
Alte Deutsche Lieder für die Mitbewohner.
Manche lächelten,starrten
Und andere applaudierten,
Wie der Jubel kleiner Kinder.
Die alten Melodien riefen Erinnerungen,
Von glücklichen Tagen hervor.
Besonders bei Gästen mit Demenz.
‘Dank’schön!’ sagte eine betagte Dame,
Mit Tränen in den Augen.
Ihre Augen sagten:
‘Sie haben mir meine Erinnerungen zurückgebracht.’
O, es war so eine Bereicherung,
Den anderen helfen sich zu erinnern,
Den Altersheim-Blues zu vergessen,
Auch wenn es nur für einen Abend war.
* * *
MEMORIES (Satis Shroff)
I went to a home for elderly people
Dressed as a hare with a big red nose,
Wore a bathing gown like the Weihnachtsmann.
I played old German folk tunes,
For the delight of those present,
With my mouth-harmonica.
Some smiled, others stared
And still others applauded,
Like small children with glee.
The olde melodies brought memories
Of happier days to those with dementia.
‘Dankeschön!’ said an elderly lady,
Tears running down her cheeks.
Her eyes said:
‘Thank you for the precious memories.’
Oh, it was such a rich experience,
To help others to remember,
And forget the Care-Home-Blues,
Even for an evening.
I packed my props and went home,
With a joyous heart.
I’ll never forget the tears of the lady.
* * *
Categories:
lieder, age, appreciation, depression, how
Form:
Free verse
Life is beautiful,
but how about afterlife?
This prominent atheist
downgraded all my hopes
for meeting with lost relates and close ones
and eternal life with my love
in Edem
or eternal suffering with my enemies
in Hell.
It is really awful for truly believers
one day lost all hopes for hopes,
There are no Hell,
no Paradise,
no reincarnation,
no escaping, no ressurection.
Comlete darkness before and after.
That truth equal to submit all Death of Deaths,
when come clearly understanding
that you are never meet more
with mother,
that you have not other chance
to be a director of company, or lieder of nation,
or savior of nation,
that no one saint or prophets
descend to you
with kind word in you last instances.
He didn’t deny God
but explained him
from the point of evolution theory,
If he really existed
he dwelled in frame of scienctific process
as some superhuman creature.
How long I prepared for grand miracle
and Judging day?
And now I perfectly informed
and got intrinsic prove
that I am
the greatest luck or mistake
and nothing more instead
in this cool mathematical explaining and expanding Universe.
Categories:
lieder, nature, truth, universe, ,
Form:
Verse
You are a bird in a piano
Atonal with broken wings,
panic flight of triplets
That hammer both lacquer and bass
Lieder of a bloodied beak
and shocked, artless eyes;
All the notes you play
Are glued with flightlessness
the tone of air stolen
the sky closed and dark
Categories:
lieder, dream,
Form:
Free verse
Tanzend in der Sonne
Die zarten Blüten des Jasmin
Wie duftendes Porzellan
In dem sanften Frühlingshauch
Erklingen die Lieder der Vögel
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Dancing in the sun
The fragile flowers of Jasmine
Like fragrant porcelaine
In the soft breeze of spring
Resound the songs of birds
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Bailando en el sol
Las flores finos del jazmín
Como porcelana fragante
En suave soplo primaveral
Resuenan los cantos de pájaros
Categories:
lieder, nature
Form:
Tanka