Long Bavarian Poems
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I awoke before the magnificent light glazed the earth,
I stood out side on my balcony,
And gazed as the moon faded into morn,
I felt the cold air petting my face,
With eyes closed and I absorbed the fresh air.
From the profoundness of heaven above,
The ray of light glanced through the clouds,
It does not wait on no man to "come"
And sweep it's light.
The birds are waking up
I could hear them sing in the distance.
The sleeping buds arise ,
Spreading their petals to receive the pluming rays.
I snuggled with my blanket on my chair,
Sipping my Bavarian Wildberry Tea,
Awaiting my day to begin.
In a gentle motion the light gleams,
Over the hills,the seas,the trees everything in its midst,
The morning rays spread throughout the land ,
As the stars go dim and fade away.
I see my day look bright like the sunflowers in my garden,
I got up looked at the beautiful morning sun,
Smiled and walked inside with contentment.
Form:
After the matinee flick, we were hyped,
dodging Luger waving krauts;
returning fire with machine gun fingers.
Roger said his granny was Bavarian
and got mad at me when I said
they were all bastards.
Roger’s mum told him
that he was great looking,
that got me mad, my mum never had,
and Roger’s mum was hot.
The talk turned to girls.
Roger had only kissed his mum,
but I had once seen a girl almost naked,
that made Roger mad.
Years later we had a threesome
with a German girl.
I could see that Roger was really handsome.
She was keener on him than me,
that made me mad at him
and her.
you'd awakened my soul again
as my dying mind drifted beyond
the tall pines of perlarcher forest
I'd mingled aimously about
the falling leaves as my heart roared
of a distant thunder that henceforth
became a solemn song of solidarity
oh how wise my soul stood seperate
from my coarse being catering
to the rough edges of the Bavarian Alps
drawing the crisp daffodils
silently surrounding the bottom
of the snowcapped plains
only fragments of me were left
as my body became a tomb
that in cased all thy youthfulness
that once glistened with the coming
of winters briskness how eloquent
the mere barbarism how bloody crude
nature existing within
the sultriness of a sparrow's eye
After the matinee war movie, we were hyped,
we weaved through small town streets
dodging imagined Luger waving krauts,
returning fire
with machine gun fingers.
Roger said his granny was Bavarian
and got mad at me when I said
they were all bastards.
Roger’s mother told him
that he was great looking,
that got me mad, my mom never had,
and Roger’s mother was hot.
The talk turned to girls.
Roger had only kissed his mom,
but I had seen a girl almost naked,
that got Roger mad.
Years later we had a threesome
with a German girl.
I could see that Roger was really handsome.
She was keener on him than me,
that made me mad at him
and her.
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Autumn’s abundance attracts adventurers to Munich.
Oompa bands boast boisterous beats.
Beneath the boundless, blue Bavarian skies,
Bountiful banquets beckon where breads and bratwurst blend,
Beer bottles beckon, from barrels and bars.
Steins are sloshed with swaggering splendor.
Generations gather; Bavarians bask in bucolic bliss.
Hearts harmonize in humble hymns of heritage held dear.
Hand in hand, they huddle, harvesting hope
*Oktoberfest in Germany will take place from September 20 to October 5, 2025. This annual festival is held at the Theresienwiese in Munich. (source: oktoberfest.de). You still have time to book a flight and travel to Munich; hotel rooms, though, will be hard to find. smiles
The Unholy Donut
Void, vacant, empty is my life
Of cream filled treasures
More value there than is the princess virgin
On Sunday where the need’s more urgent
After church and prayers
And rushing with a crashing passion speed
To donut shop with my craven need
Where is my cream filled donut please?
Did I not pay my last three pennies for my treat?
What’s this defeat?
Alas! My dreams are dashed.
The donut is there but not intact
Someone stole the sweet interior
Missing is the Bavarian cream
Absconded from the scene
Missing like a long lost love at sea
Lost like my mind and memory
And like my first love,
Pretty on the outside but empty within
Oh cold cruel world! Where could it be?!
What have I done to deserve such wicket fate and misery?
My just deserts snatched from me from the depths of hell
Some demon monster stole my soul and prize as well
And sold it on the internet I’m sure for pennies more
Advertised by shape, size and smell
Waitress? Oh waitress? Could I have another donut please?
But this time with a hole inside
….something to hold on to with no surprise
Till the day I die
Written April 1, 2014
I hear the piano pounding through the years
From the old bohemian man across the way
Who's clearly lost his way
In the old abandoned attic above Mr. Guthrie's railway
The strands of lightless lights across the room
Like clothes lines in a Bavarian countryside
Or zip lines to lands far away
His mind does wander from time to time about the time that's passed away
His dreams are only sand in the hourglass
Down to its last grain
Despite the arthritic pain
The piano sounds of a child's exuberance
A teenage prodigy with plans of Carnegie Hall
Not the elderly man who sits before us, cane in hand
With only his hope to lose
Only his dreams left to pawn away
Yet there is still beauty in the old bohemian man
Who's clearly lost his way
we strolled midtown for awhile
hints of sun followed us beneath the
bavarian alps i was taken by
the snow capped mountains creating
a brilliant show of diamond crystals
calmly reflecting from storefront windows
holiday displays of santa klaus at his best
i would say we continued past rows of homes
collected like doll house's just to the left a tiny
bike shop i rushed in grabbing the new basket
to fill with fresh granny smiths from thee upcoming
market in view just to the right african violets lined
the the entrance way leading
to the hidden park
a quiet nook in the middle of town square i thought
masculine most of all quite charming face to face with
the subtle statue of thomas mann my form changed
i was abruptly aroused by his daringness fine liturature
art and playwright mann consumed me with folklores
gothic tales the infamous lounging of salzsburg crest
instantly a brisk chill blew over my foundation dazed i was
walking upon frauenkirch
our lady of munich doting downward to my tiny existence
i gathered myself in a very suspicious haste walking backwards
staight into the kneeling black horse knightless his back emptied
a daunting task for the bishop beyond my fascination
of castles christmas past nutcrackers wooden trains walking dolls
springs bolts screws and coo coo clocks sounding off at midday
displaying the woodcutters the milking maids in german town
When Autumn scenes arrive in Munich, Germany,
Exciting times bring visitors from far and near,
With people dancing, singing, mugs of beer held high,
In halls or tents, saluting patriotically-
Loving our Autumn festival with heartfelt cheers-
Lasting about two weeks with much to see and do.
Parades, arcades, and rides, much like a carnival,
Aglow with dancers in Bavarian-style dress!
Rides on the quaint, old-fashioned pretty carousels,
Together with the varied puppet shows, are fun;
Yes, even shooting galleries to test one's aim.
Laughter, cold beer in mugs are enjoyed by most;
If not one's taste, sweet wines are sold inside the tents.
Kept close by at hand, champagne, cocktails, as well
Especial, fresh-squeezed juices if one must abstain.
The German meals consist of many tastes and treats:
Hearty eaters stand round an ox roast on a spit;
Enjoyed is stewed chicken with potato dumplings.
Relished also, the Bratwurst, spaetzle, and baked beans,
Ending with the desserts, our rich, black forest cake-
Strudels filled with fruit and gingerbread creations.
No one goes hungry at our great Oktoberfest!
Of the fests held round the world, ours is the best!
To dance and sing with Autumn's spirits high and free
On field grounds in our town's center, bring us joy
Munich, where feasts have taken place since eighteen-ten.
Opens with wheeled carts and floats of costumed scenes
Reveals the promises of drink, loud songs, and dance.
Resounding well into the festive night, we sing,
Oh, happy times! Let us all toast to love and life!
We will party like there's no tomorrow!
I saw magical faeries.
Tripping in and around
Sparkling wings shining
In the dazzling sunbeams
That transversally filtered
Through the mighty beeches
Of a Bavarian forest.
A royal feast proclaimed.
The mighty Queen arrived.
And took her place on a throne
In a prominent part of the glen.
Sumptuous abundant delicacies
Appeared out of nowhere,
Cheeses and pixie pears,
And saffron flavoured cakes,
Plus, milk laced with honey.
Enchanting lively music
Advanced towards the glen.
Happiness and Felicity
Thrilled the expectant audience.
Soon, darkness fell around,
But innumerable, bright glow worms
Lit up the secluded grassy glen.
Dancing thus began in earnest.
Until they tired out and all returned
To their cosy leaves to dream
About their lovely Fairy Queen.