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Birgit Johannes Poem
Brought forth into this world
an innocent child, by birth;
yet born equal and free
in rights and dignity.
Live and let live
this gift the recognition
as an unique individualised person.
Let it grow in the freedom of laughter
and own thoughts of its happy ever-after…
Let it be, let it strive
let it be alive –
it has the right to life and liberty
and is enfolded by the hands of security.
Grow up, little child,
you are free
from imprisonment and slavery.
Do not fear of being abused
or unjustly treated or used.
You are worthy of a shield that fights
for your undivestable human rights.
Be not afraid to live,
to love and to forgive;
to wipe away all sorrow –
there might be no tomorrow…
Go ahead – trust, believe, pray;
you have the freedom to do it in whatever way.
The freedom to thought, conscience and religion –
Child, you have the right – it is your decision.
By being educated, being drilled
you may one day change the world.
Promulgate what you know now
and contently observe just how
this diverse world instantly unites
when fighting for its human rights.
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Birgit Johannes Poem
Blessed beyond words am I
having to somnambulate to lectures
for endless hours every day
and slumber throughout these fixtures
That never-ending piece of work
- due tomorrow - cannot wait
An alteration in which this quirk
becomes a lifestyle in which I slave till late
Aren't I blessed with splinters
of shattered pieces from the windowpane
through which, until repaired, the icy winters
reward me with fierce wind and rain
Just as - could I ever count the gains
of burst pipes or broken timing belts,
when nothing else for me remains
as to observe just how my money melts…
How blessed am I by those arguments
and resentful quotes from siblings,
those wounds of umbrageous comments
and ever-continuous quibblings
How grateful am I for that piercing voice
of a parent shouting out the wishes
which kill the silence, with a noise
that echoes “Wash the dishes!”
Blessed beyond boundaries am I
getting up before the sun starts peeping,
and wandering to church every Sunny day,
while the world out there remains sleeping
Indeed, boundlessly blessed in disguise
I am educated, I can read, can write
In the mornings I am able to arise
and walk with both my feet to fly my kite…
Even though those scattered splinters lie
I have a home in which I’m safe
I am equipped with wings to fly
with all I need to surf the wave
Angels for sisters, superheroes the brothers -
priceless gifts directly from above
I am blessed to have these siblings
that know, understand, still unconditionally love
Not always do I see the privilege
of still having both parents that care
and with loving hearts, being the first image
that for this life, me prepare
Blessed beyond boundaries
that destinies, contingencies down here
could never be left to happen without
Him giving His blessing from high up there…
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Birgit Johannes Poem
Red as blood, black as ebony,
born a child into mortality;
could not be saved, was choked – reborn as white as snow.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall,
for it so happens that you know
the name of whom the King shall call."
The Ruler over all, saw in your heart but black,
thus sent his Son on donkeyback.
His Majesty clambered the tow’r, made it known:
“My Kingdom, Dear, is now your own.”
Escaping the walls, about Him you learnt:
He is the cornerstone, the foundation firm.
He is the safehouse built of bricks,
as one blow destroys what’s straw, what’s sticks.
For others you spun straw to gold,
but this brought forth your nature cold;
demanded sacrifices in return, that’s when
it created a monster among the men.
The King after all, did not give up,
gave his Son in bread and cup –
for so He indescribably loved you,
the wick’d beast became lovable too.
Grateful you now give away
what’s left of bread, of dress threadbare;
till stars from heav’n in excess rai’
and treasure you with Rich and Fair.
Royal blood flows through your veins
and yet in shame the mask remains –
ashamed of the low-life you have led
and the evil that was once a threat.
All mysteries solved when stabbed - you die
and bare on a bed of roses you will lie.
Once upon a time you took a leap of faith:
He is the reason in time you’ll reawake.
The reason, before death you’ll not need to shake,
hence not despair when mockery and laughter
ridicule your Happy Ever-After…
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Birgit Johannes Poem
it destroys it demantels -
solely
in the species of humankind -
throughout periods of existence
the ecstasy of the mind
beyond doubt cupidity of man
never did never will nor can
obtain the saturation point
in which happiness and contentment are joint
a deceptive slant -
having what you want
portraying the emperor over much
not yet enough
in a reign of unlimited boundaries
grants you the life of happiness
the verity of bliss
a philosophy in disguise
hidden in the illusory slant
fooling both halfwit and wise
his perspective man must turn around
before the source of gladness can be found -
that not in greed for gain or gold
but rather in wanting what you hold
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Birgit Johannes Poem
fooling them with a simple façade
- the make-up, the mask
a true charade
a player you are
pretence the game
the playcard a joker –
a shield against shame
insulating the inner, framing Fear
for finding it insuperable
the mountain you rear
but the mountain is not
the authentic obstacle in life
our mindset rather
we should conquer, should knife
this cast of mind you yourself must obliterate
‘cause no other master
the master of your fate
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