Short Berlin Poems
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Humourist Gerrard Hoffnung
from Berlin to London so homespun
He created his musical cartoon
to give spoofs&jokes some room
german wienerwurst
heavily lavished ketchup
a hot pretzel too
possibly a beer
dark bubbly gagging brew
welcome to berlin
NOVEMBER 9, 1989
Berlin
Fragile wall
Bonkers
NOVEMBER 9, 1989
© rajat kanti chakrabarty
November 9, 2014
Berlin
East
West
Wall's
Checkpoint Charlie
Nazi Germany
To
C.C.C.P
To
European Union
Free at last
Or a relic of the past
A 38th parallel separates our pillows
I try to touch her and she bellows
We are like strangers in our own bed
Help me break the Berlin wall in my bed
I wish I could tear
down the walls between us, but
everytime I
manage to break some bricks I
need to realize that you
are the one who makes new ones.
we will be free
humanity is learning
at superspeed
the fall of the berlin wall
together with smartphones and facebook
free trade agreements
and crushing crisis
perfect recipe
for freedom.
A free-spirited soprano from Berlin,
Would delight in drinking a bottle of gin,
She would then test her voice
With her highest note choice
And try to shatter the bottle it was in.
DO YO WANT TO SEE
an imaginary line
HOVER IN THE STRATOSPHERE
above the once divided city
OF BERLIN AND SEE FOR YOURSELF
incandescent in what was once the East
HALOGEN OR EVEN NOW
LED IN THE WEST
Form:
(To the tune of My Bonnie Lies Over The Ocean)
For six thousand bucks, O'Dewey and Cheetum
Will have your book sold from Leeds to Berlin
They've closed shop and now party in Vegas
Lord, how the money rolls in!
6/10/22
It is snowing finally in Berlin
I look out of the window of my house
And I see the snow falling from the sky
The ground is covered with snow
The sky is gray today
The kids are having fun while they make snowman
And Santa gives them hot chocolate to drink
There was a young chap from Berlin
Who stressed lack of sleep was a sin
He would get out of bed
On condition, he said,
That breakfast included dry gin.
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Contest: A Traditional Limerick
Hosted by Viv Wigley
Placed 2nd
"J'adore le genre de personne d'avoir
une maison pleine de canines!
Vouloir glissent sur les nuages
en Berlin!
Pour les nuages me guidera -
vers un nouveau chemin!
Les Montagnes et les vol qui
me guide...
Les nuages et le vol qui
me guide..."
I want to taste her.
Not anyone specifically,
I just crave to know
what it all could really mean.
I would fall for her. Knock down these Berlin sized walls I have up. But my world sucks because Her is just a figurative way of discribing something that may never come.
A lark smiles and chats
With sunrays in Ankara
Hunter shoots it dead
Vengeance in a truck
Mows down people in Berlin
In Christmas shopping
Pain in pink ribbons
Thorns in vengeful souls stubborn
Sun and moon look on
_________________________________
21/12/2016
Biologists and zoologists from Tokyo to Berlin worked on a new hybrid.
Unaware she was unique to the world, reindeerfly zoomed in the night sky.
Her hooves were sharply pointed, her wings were delicate said Fred.
Botanists and chemists were in awe, in disbelief as we saw her fly by.
While I clung on the
memory of yours, while I
waited for your noise
to make I was stopped
by the motionless on the
Grosse Hamburger Strasse.
Berlin became my
second skin and I happened
to turn into a
pale improbable
heartmark on its murky and
woe-coloured pavement.
On the sky's hummock
she is like a ziggurat;
a gardener of
stars who takes care of
their shining watching over
their sparkling glimpses.
My only hope that
maybe she intend to look
after our little
and unfortunate
star too. The dim one under
whom our love was born to beam.
We met on a blind date oh so many years ago
You wanted to get to know me I said lets take it slow
But one thing lead to another and we enjoyed a night of sin
We ended up making love all the night ...
instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin
10th January 2016
In Berlin, like dust
we arrive riding on grim
winds and then, when our
feet touch the ground,
our shadows become one with
the dancing shades of
Alexanderplatz
on a stormy Monday Eve
we, at last, gather
our shattered pieces
to make ourselves whole again.
For in Berlin, we find peace.
Boston is for leaving.
Torgau is for brothers
Weimar is for mourners.
Dresden is for lovers.
Leipzig is for players.
Meissen is for Sisyphus.
Frankfurt is for patience.
Berlin is for the two of us.
Ride the bus down,
board the flight across the earth.
fly "der Flug nach Deutschland"
and hold on for what it's worth.
Form:
How does it sound when Rimbaud rocks and Baudelaire has got the Blues?
When Verlaine vibes to the beat and Apollinaire to arpeggios?
Bistro Bohème tries to answer these questions!
We are a French poetry band, all living together in the same Berlin flatshare.
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Love,
Bistro Bohème
When there is a dawn,
There is night owl falling into a hole of fantasy.
They don't stop to take a sip.
When there is a sunset,
There is a traveler wanting to catch the sun.
They don't stop to take a dip.
Life has its beginnings and its ends,
But I rather chase life,
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
i sit alone in peace with nature
instead of eating the pastries of paris
i sit alone in peace with nature
instead of eating sweets on the streets of bologna
i sit alone in peace with nature
as i find it more tranquil and peaceful
i sit alone in peace with nature
instead of drinking coffee in the cafès of Berlin
locked by tyranny
mocked by the masses
little children
little Jews
silver teeth
take away their shoes
the statue you see
is fake
Trumpets hide not
the fading of liberty
The kindest of souls
is ok
shout
above the showers
Berlin 1934, USA 2018
Note:
Where a society travels, is where a society may end up.