Best Von Poems

At the risk of being called “rabble-rouser,”
I think poor old Barky Von Schnauzer,
should practice his aim,
his master to maim,
in the back end of his very best trousers!


My hero I would call dear old Barky,
if he could just muster the stealth of a sharky,
and covertly steer,
right...

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Kinky boots ... 
kicking naked truth
Stripped bare
down to the nightshade roots

Temptress gaze ... 
collecting laundered money 
off the dirty parquet

Her pay-for-play
get the tilted short cups
ice cubes rattling
See the lecherous throats
swallow the fermented, lewd offering

Let ‘em feel the venom sting:
Allow the paid, slow death foreplay
to snake...

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       “Ink Artist Kat Von D Baptized, Leaves 
                              ...

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Himmelsscheibe von Nebra
Von Raubgräbern beschädigt
Relikt aus der Bronzezeit
Abbild von  Mond und Plejaden
Bronze, Goldblech und Malachit
Ein einmaliges Artefakt
Jetzt im Museum von Halle


The Sky Disc of Nebra
Damaged by swag diggers 
A fine relict from Bronze Age
An image of moon and Pleiades
Bronze, golden metal and malachite
What an...

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Can you believe my fantasy girl is Kat Von D?
I’d lay down for hours to let her tattoo me.

She’s hot and gothic at the same time,
As her needle pierces skin, her ink flow rhymes.

A great portrait artist wearing jet-black gloves,
That goes with the style that...

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One o'clock in the morning,
we connect by phone, 
Chicago to Boston. I tell you 
about the ugly tomatoes I bought, 
your in hysterics. Listen, I say, 
they have a their own web site; 
take them seriously. 
We head to the fruit 
while you read me...

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After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone

My mind from worldly cares once lost
elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed,
i sat upon  a seat of stone
thankful with  thoughts to be alone.
and  contemplate, now free...

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The words flow like a river
The voice shimmies 
Rising and falling 
In harmony with notes floating behind
Beat after beat after beat
Held long
Cut short
Beautiful...

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In Defense of Frederic Prinz von Anhalt

By Elton Camp

Have you ever heard of this man before?
He is the ninth husband of Zsa Zsa Gabor
About him we now hear but little good,
But maybe it is high time that we should

First, to be a prince he has...

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Never met her, yet I've heard
the crazy Tante von Vogt
lived her life as any would,
if they were crazy.

She'd walk to butcher's each week
no nod greeting who might pass.
She'd buy four hundred grams’ meat,
ask for bones to bag.

At the baker's, she'd buy bread,
a brown loaf to...

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“To the Moon”
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Scattered, pole to starry pole,
glide Cynthia's mild beams,
whispering to the receptive soul
whatever moonbeams mean.

Bathing valley, hill and dale
with her softening light,
loosening from earth’s frigid chains
my restless heart tonight!

Over the landscape, near and far,
broods darkly glowering...

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EINSAMKEIT von Satis Shroff

Die Dame mit den silbernen Haaren
sitzt vor ihrem Wohnungseingang
Und denkt über ihr Leben nach.
Ihre Tochter Androula ist wohlauf in Deutschland,
Ihr Sohn Janis lebt mit seiner Frau in Athen.
Und sie?
Sie lebt in Einsamkeit und Gebet,
Eine Witwe in Schwarz Tag ein und aus.
Ihre Beine...

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Gefunden (“Found”)
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Into the woodlands,
alone, I went.
Seeking nothing,
my sole intent.

But I saw a flower
deep in the shade
gleaming like starlight
in a still glade.

I reached down to pluck it
when it shyly asked:
“Why would you snap me
so cruelly in half?”

So...

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Von Neuman must have broken a lot of pencils
 writing his mathematische grundlagen der
 quantenmechanik.

 it is 500 pages i could have said it in three words
 ..things come undone...

 like in my rum and coke here. 

the ice in my glass melts, the dispersion...

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The Fisher
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation by Michael R. Burch

The river swirled and rippled;
nearby an angler lay,
and watched his lure with a careless eye,
like any other day.
But as he watched in a strange half-dream,
he saw the waters part,
and from the river’s depths emerged
a maiden, or...

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