Short Der Poems
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A transgender girl in Milan
Must guard when she goes to the can
She may wish to sit
Or truly commit
And pee on the floor like a man!
Was schön ist
neigt von mir ab
Ist alles schön
und kommt mir ab
Was giftig ist
zermatsche ich
Ich bin giftig
Zermatsche ich mich
Form:
Klagen werden laut
Die Sonne verfinstert sich
Kurz vor der Abendröte
Raising sounds of wailing
The sun grows dark
Shortly before sunset
Nur der Wind liest die Zeichen der Zukunft
Only the wind can read the signs of future
Solo el viento puede leer los signos del futuro
original available to read here at archive.org/details/himmlischelibesk0000kuhl
Der XL1 page 54 thru 55 my translation of this in above youtube clip
“In Sweden”, our host did proclaim
“We all eat a whole lot of game
Not chicken or goose
But reindeer and moose
And we eat it with no sense of shame”
der herzog Von eleganz und of
vermogen over a herzlos held sent
to verpfanden der Ritter shattered
behind a gefuhl Von gluck
written by Mrs. Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
A beautiful White Christmas... der Bingle is smiling
The world is at peace as this crap keeps piling
A snow blower's a must
From dawn until dusk
ENOUGH ALREADY! A petition I'm filing!!!
Erstrahlend im Licht
Das zarte Grün der Akazie
Und der Ruf der Taube
Shining in the light
The tender green of the acacia
And the call of the pigeon
Brilliando en la luz
El delicado verde de la acacia
Y el grito de la Paloma
The weight inside a dive;
Drop against the wind;
The reduced quilt of cornfields
Falls over the horizon,
Covers a mess of houses
And lanes,bangs like a wet
Cloth; heed the hunter`s eyes !
The terrible beauty of sinking
In air, the small last second.
stay, my brother
I beg you
the sun has gone
and the night will befriend
no travelers
what callous hands
so heavy
reach for my face
leaving timeless traces
of their merit
sleep, my brother
I beg you
the moon is high
and the dawn returns us
to simpler times
Form:
Frankie, Der Bingle and Perry must all be turning over in their graves
Have you watched or heard today's “singers”... for the good old days I crave
They no longer sing
It's like rhyme talking
Oh for those days of long ago, seems I'm living in the past today
the sunshine is gone
falls down the rain flowing hard
sewers backing up
water covers streets
over taking sidewalks paths
rains hard thunder storms
rain falling flowing
leaving clouds falling to earth
storms thunder rains hard
8/02/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Im blassen Mondlicht
Einsamer Ruf einer Eule
Geruch von Kiefern
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In pale moonlight
A solitary call of an owl
Fragrance of pine trees
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En luz pálida de luna
Un solitario grito de una lechuza
Odor de mandíbulas
You are a shadow
Outside in the timber
Dancing as a wicked virgin,
You throw me like a
Kitten against a farmer`s wall,
Or wait like a freight train
In the night, frozen under
Stars, haloed with steam;
And when your drained face
Is flightingly seen at distance;
More outside; grace unknown.
Vor den Augen der Nacht
Verschwimmt die Einsamkeit
So ganz tränenlos
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The loneliness blurrs
In front of the eyes of the night
Completely without tears
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Antes de los ojos de la noche
Se desvanesce la soledad
Así sin lágrimas
Zwischen den Seerosen
Herüber tönend vom nahen Teich
Der laute Ruf der Frösche
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Between water-lilies
Resounding from a near pond
Sononorous calls of frogs
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Entre los nenúfares
Suenan del estanque cercano
Fuertes gritos de ranas
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:
Innocent people forced
Into an inhumane Ghetto
While being Jewish
Admiration for the fighters
In the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising
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Unschuldige Menschen
Gezwungen in ein unmenschliches Ghetto
Nur weil sie Juden waren
Hochachtung für die Kämpfer
Im Warschauer Ghettoaufstand
Der Weihnachtsmann
Lieblich und schoen,
Fuetert die Rehe mit liebe,
Er traegt ein roten Anzug,
Sein Schlitten traditional und schoen,
Wir haben Ihn gern,
Jedes Jahr bringt Er Freude zu den Menschen,
Er singt ein Lied fuer Weihanchten,
Er hat ganz liebe blaue Augen,
Gottes Segen fuer die Menschheit.
Author Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Lots of wheat sweet wheat
in rows lined with chai paste
purple mustard and almond milk
baskets of goat cheeses goat meats
are hung bussells of dry peppermint
lemon grass fine barley seeds
a soft texture mix taste of
rice with fresh oats three fingers
are used to sample rasberries
dates of tehran
WRITTEN BY MRS. YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
Grünes Paradies
Am Seitenarm der Mandau
Neben der Strasse
Helles Vogelgezwitscher
Aus den Sträuchern am Ufer
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Green paradise
At a side arm of the Mandau
So close by the street
Bright bird's twitter
From the shrubs at the shore
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Verde paraíso
Al ramal del Río Mandau
Cerca de la calle
Cantos vivos de pájaros
De los arbustos en la orilla
Help! I called as my wing caught in a web
It’s cold out here and I want to get back
To the warm, moist bin my family’s in
Fuzzy legs appeared, I counted eight
Then a great, big head and round red eyes…
I gulped – Help! I cried weakly again
I swear the creature grinned
Then as my buzz grew faint
It peered up close and did declare
You’re too sweet to eat
So fly away fly to your family
My folks are deadly
I love you so leave me
On reading Der Spiegel
In Kashgar where the
The Silk Road begins
I a bought
An apricot
From a woman who wore
A red shawl
Over her black hair
Knotted under
Her chin
And a yellow silk dress
Kashgar the biggest
Outdoor market
In the world
Europe is so puny
And far away
A new silk road
Is being built
Pipelines and trains
Expanding trade
For China
Ok, as long as they sell
Apricots
At the market place
In Kashgar
Aus weiter Ferne
Ertönt der Ruf der Kraniche
Am späten Mittag
Über den Wiesen am Wald
Liegt noch milchig der Nebel
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From a far distance
Sounds the call of the cranes
Late at midday
Over the meadows near the woods
Still lingers the milky fog
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Suena de lejanía
El grito de las grúas
Por tarde mediodía
Sobre prados del bosque
Aún queda lechoso niebla