Kaffee
Ist schwarz
Warum
Du magst
Getränk
Kaffee
Morgen
Unter dem Weihnachtsbaum?
Und die Nacht
Warum
Du trinkst
Kaffee
Mit Milch
Und du verwendest
Nussbutter
Auf frischen Brot?
Du magst nicht
Keine Schwarzen
Warum
Du trinkst
Kaffee
Sehr schwarz
Morgen
Wie Idioten?
Und die Nacht
Warum
Du trinkst
Kaffee
Mit Milch ?
Verlasse mich
Der Frieden !
Rassismus ist
Unsinn
Und dumm!
P.S. Translation of ‘ The Black Coffee’ in German.
Copyright © Dezember 2021, Hébert Logerie, Alle Rechte vorbehalten
Hébert Logerie ist Autor mehrerer Gedichtbände.
A story about a poet, his girlfriend and their pretty complicated relationship (2)
Kurtistani; aab, cddceec, ffb
You say increasingly that our life
together gets too odd, that life is rife
with locks and closed doors but lacking keys.
You're right, my dear, here's the exact
same copy of the keys I have: "The Brook"
by Tennyson, the typo in the book
of destinies, the tip how to attract
men in a women's magazine, the meth,
the Voynich manuscript, the author's death...
I'm kidding, sweet. It's not like that, in fact.
There are three master keys to pick the hearts
of men: an afternoon Hofbrau Schwarz,
a healthy home-cooked meal and your kiss.
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 sind schwach und ihr Gang instabil.
Ihr wird es häufig schwindelig.
Aber das schlimmste
Ist ihre fehlende Erinnerung:
Ich kann an meine ferne Vergangenheit erinnern,
Aber ich weiß nicht mehr,
Ob ich meine Kapseln eingenommen habe,
Oder nicht.
Wie lange kann ich noch auf mich aufpassen?
* * *
The biggest toy store in the world
Is closing up its doors.
No longer will we get to shop
In this, the king of stores.
With huge toy soldiers in the front,
It welcomed all who came.
The famous piano scene from “Big”
Just added to its fame.
A life-sized ape or elephant
Was there for you to buy.
It cost nine hundred bucks
But there was always a supply.
Yet you could also buy a toy
For several smackeroos.
From all the well-stocked shelves
There was so much on hand to choose.
Both tourists and New Yorkers
Liked to stroll its tempting aisles
And children wandered bug-eyed,
Faces bursting with their smiles.
But now the heyday’s over;
There’ll be no more F.A.O.,
Just another fine example
Of the way things seem to go.
Its been a while since you, full bodied ink, moved over whitened sheets,
In a large, fluid mass.
Rippling and bubbling, underneath invisible skin.
Deeper and deeper and darker and darker.
You move over the page, and only he who looketh hard and looketh long,
Spies the depth of your integrity.
Dark, scuro, Nero, Schwarz, Navy blue, blau, then chiaro blu.
You and me, dissembrace,
and we go on to greater things.
Hear the whitened call, feel the darkened cap.
Me, back in her pocket, and you in immortals temple sat.
Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final run
From Greenville,NC
37 players
In all, 75
From this tragedy
None survived
This Thundering Herd
Taken in their prime
Coaches and others
Before their time
But We Are Marshall
Would rise again
To take away
This terrible pain
From a point of closure
They reunite
To carry the lost
In their football right
Jack Lengyel
Appointed coach
With Red Dawson
Through Dedmans approach
Young Thundering Herd
First game lost
29 - 6
Experience cost
First post win
Against Xavier
15 - 13
Calms despair
In 1974
Jack Lengyel leaves
But, We Are Marshall
We quietly grieve
" Dedicated to the Thundering Herd Football Team from Marshall University-West Virginia
and Mr Arthur D. Schwarz, a fervent football fan "
Ethereal elegance in depiction
Thy beauty of my affliction
Glamorous shine I now shall plead
Withhold thy splendor, for I concede
Bedecking diamond of value aglow
It is perfection you bestow
Body of platinum your tap I seek
One to sense and not to peek
Rays of silver upon Schwarz
O the value colors import!
Your white gold tip surmounts surreal
Is it crystal that your ink reveals?
Ballpoint it is shallowness you suffice
Yet I bet that it doesn’t exceed your price!
“How shallow can observed value make one be?”-
Soul Maker: Special Edition Diamond Ballpoint Pen by Mont Blanc
Schwarz: German word for Black
He was a tall rather thin fellow
With a black jacket and shirt light yellow
His hair hung long and gangly
With a small set of eyes
that he opened with surprise
My eyes moved some focus on his beard
For a short while
It was as though he was hiding something?
Then he smiled
What was his story?
Hidden there in all his glory
He was well spoken in poetry verse
He held a crowd with his eager expression
With his quiet family confessions
and humor his friend indeed
where he continued to feed the the impatience of the listener
Behind me an old man with rude sighs and an occasional burps
I could hear his wife telling him to stop it
as she slurped
Even with these distractions couldn’t stop me from dropping my jaw
and listen intently
His story was his life observations
That strung me with greatest affections
(this poem is for a writer I met at an open mike)
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