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On the jump
to nail down a word
literally,
to measure by steps
its limits,
the passport
to transgress them
ready at hand.
Peter Bellmond - 2004
Paranoia
Being threatened by the environment,
being threatened by oneself,
triggers:
to dive henceforth into a ditch
that doesn't exist.
Sylvia Reuther - 1981
Vis-à-Vis
Reposing on a cloud,
I realize - someone sits opposite to me,
who looks like myself.
I start to address her.
However, only with a smile does she react.
- And I cry!
Sylvia Reuther - 1981
I am going to run away from myself,
run away,
when I hear the brooks lisping
about myself.
I am going to run away from myself,
run away,
when I hear the winds laughing
about myself.
I am going to run to my death,
to my death,
when I hear people remaining silent
about myself.
Wolfgang Hermsen - 1983
Program
Lyrics are written
on the OuterWalls
of our InnerLife
to radiate!
Gerhard Seidel - 198x
Pictures of Depression
Sleekly
creeps an adder of pain
into my stomach
and hooks up firmly.
Worms of worries degrade
the blood,
fatten themselves
from my nerves.
Viruses of mania pound
in the temples,
eroding reason.
Spiders of anxiety spin nets
of hysteria,
where values entangle.
Panic vultures attack the psyche,
pair with owls of gloom,
veiling the view,
hope smothering.
My quivering It
releases
thousands
of death wish lava.
The last moment of bliss
bathes in pearls
of sweatty fear.
Paula - 2010
Shops set in one cast
At pommes I line up last
Steps up a guy like a fat ox
Shoves me like a toy box
My spine back in pose
One reflex to the nose
Bursts the skull into shambles
Crashes into the next pane
Showing minks
Chinchillas and sables
Sirens howl for miles aloud
Police cars, officers jump about
Wanted pommes, majo, a light
Sit in now, hand cuffs up tight
Am chased by docs, injections
Unending torturous questions
About a single second
Heidrun-Auro Brenjo 2002 (ed.)
There are words rich with stones,
without tongue, without heart,
careless, without shade
that might hint at a light.
There are words of wide meaning,
which hide error and deception,
sowing distrust, with intention
cut deep roots into anxiety.
There are words, which fall silent,
Motives, goals drift apart,
dissapear, submerge.
Peter Bellmond - 1999 (ed.)
Communication
My art with words
is for the docile:
they might be dispersed
around knotted throngs,
whom I can give
some information, they
hear it: they keep
their shells open: they
alone will
grasp
the language
without loss.
Peter Bellmond - 1977 (ed.)
Mute the stone
since eternal times
Mute the cry
of the man in agony
Mute the eye
of a God far off
Silence
at the end of time.
Peter Bellmond - 1998
Round like the earth,
multifarious
is the truth.
She attracts lies
and builds up atmosphere
like a veil,
pleasant and breathable.
Matthias Schmidt - 1973
Reality
is the name of my mother
who I
from time
to time still
need . . .
Her junger relations
I feel
myself
however
more
attracted to - - -
Matthias Schmidt - 1973
The modern age said:
tomorrow
Post-modern age says:
yesterday
The day after tomorrow
We are
At the border
Of time
In quicksand
And look back . . .
Matthias Schmidt - 1983 (ed.)
Glas-Bead-Chain
Touch the glas-bead-chain
of your youth.
Turn around
and give the
past
a few thoughts.
Search in the mirror
your childish laugh.
Don't take yourself
so dramatically serious,
screw up a long nose
and cry out:
But that's me,
an aging child!
Jutta Onken - 2000
Family Related
In our museum -
we visit it every sunday -
a new devision has opened:
Our aborted children,
pale, serious embryos,
sit there in plain glasses and
worry about the future of their parents.
What fate did they likely escape from?
In our weekly -
we buy it every friday -
a new picture report has started:
Children of our world,
living skeletons, tearful eyes,
from hunger inflated bellies,
misused and sold babies,
also in waste containers,
small childre, defiled, also by their own
parents, fixed broken for the rest of life.
Jutta Onken - 2000
When I
the cold at the root of my life
should not feel,
the hanging end of the noose
not remember anymore,
you could pass judgement about me
and easily peel my faith off my heart.
You are stingy, false, just move
to gain a minute advantage,
remain but mute,
when all people are concerned.
You have the eyes beyond yourselves
by television sets and illusions busted.
Correct your own children,
before you execute justice.
Jutta Onken - 2000 (ed.)
The Freedom of the Winds
Do not defame the bells
resounding like thuds
at night.
as handrail
the good will of all
with a vague light over steps
street lamps on ironposts
and sometimes sway lanterns
the freedom of the winds
knowing to utilize
as starting point.
Martin Blumenthal - 1979
Assumptions about Daily Life
I tear a hole
into daily life and
will call it
home country
if I will
late evening
recognize it again.
Peter Langen - 2004
Man and his God
Desiring to measure God's ends
is about like
desiring to manipulate
illimitably.
Peter Langen - 2004
Traces
worth a smile
I wish in my
darkness
before I leave it
into the next
nothingness.
Peter Langen - 1998
Socialization
Be glad, you don't have
to see this anymore, Rudi.
Your female and male friends
have now occupied the departments.
Not out of protest.
Not out of solidarity.
Not for emancipation.
They are discussing for sure.
Not about protest.
Not about solidarity.
Not about emancipation.
They have developed themselves.
They are dissociating themselves.
They are marketing themselves.
They do not remember
past times.
Be glad, you don't have
to hear this anymore, Rudi.
For your female and male friends
You are now a terrorist.
Miriam Rheinhard - 2001 (ed.)
Autumn Leaves
We walked
through the autumn leaves
of transition times
God's Word observing
who remained silent
tracelessly mute
Tracelessly too we walked
not even rustling of foliage
we were like feathers
and didn't amount to weights
of wilting transition times
They have been times
where you talked about foliage
because of the beauty
the beauty
the press speaker said:
silence is better
because of the beauty
the beauty
of the golden leaves
The trees grew mutely
and without roots
like condemning
we too were rootless
and far off from words
We walked
through the autumn leaves
of transition times
which painfully
disintegrated in time
Miriam Rheinhard - 2001 (bearb.)
The Headband
Politically I am Mr. Correctness,
converse politely without edges,
carry my muzzle on a straight nose
as decent men from head to toes.
The headband around my mane
guards successfully my brain,
that my language will not fail
and woun't tip up a rusty nail.
When from a children's book
I read some story of old stock,
at a few places I gently cough
for a word to be skimmed off.
I woun't tear iron bars in halves,
don't wish censors to their graves,
probe all to be safe and sound,
else I'm stamped into the ground.
Preferably I just shut up,
that lets me stand up top:
I elude the shit storm blowing
and pangs to my worn feelings.
Ilka-Maria - 2015
Christmas Poem
It snows with heavy flakes,
the hills are white already,
I search the child (of that night) (within myself),
but it doesn't live here except in my childhood.
Ulrike Stahl - 1992
Chrysanthemums at the highway,
Daily polluted, fade away,
Fresh seeds blow onto stones,
Will the rocks be cleared?
What fell along fields' lumps
Will be ripped with the harvest,
Alone, what wrested in cracks,
Is yearly driving up blossoms.
Udo Frentzen - 1973
Bared gates split the view,
Only a few are standing late
In front of the closed factory.
Most people hurry mutely along
And follow the lined up houses
With shining shops in front.
Their eyes turned to the glitter,
Are glued to valued treasures, -
By them they are taken in, -
Seeks someone his next's word,
He won't find it.
Udo Frentzen - 1971
In solitude
Many miles from the next housing
In the gleams of a beech wood fire,
A plain, sharp mind absorbs His lines,
Pursuing eyes of a spy mutilate the picture
To issue, 'His quiet voice has never risen.'
In desolation
Secluded from recuperating sections
In a muffled ward for the dying,
A person's breath is softening, fainting,
Toxic drugs freeze the face in agony
To proof, 'His peace does not exist.'
Udo Frentzen - 1981
To be alive and awake with your eyes
Is better than all time that flies.
Wen Notta - 1982
Lean bars spring into foliage,
Posingly crafted fencing the estate,
Leading to an arched and open gate
To show the owner's hospitality, -
So language and each word deline
Guard and key of the mind behind.
Wen Notta - 1981
You have heart and compassion,
Your friend will remember it.
Now a poor beggar accosts you,
His skin and hair smell septic,
The cloak falls loose and open, -
Clothes are of Adam's sin.
He spits and curses on bad luck,
Fishes a bone from the litter
And spends your gift on liquor, -
Be twenty and strong again.
Do not recoil from tatters
Or shudder at depravity, -
Understand and forgive,
He will thank you for it.
Wen Notta - 1981
Once Adam and Eve sinned in paradise
Once Moses handed down the law
Once Jesus our Lord walked the earth
See light and peace, decide yourself
Jesus or sin, who of the two?
Once your heart will break in death
Once the Lord will pass your sentence
Once his Word will hit with force
Anonymous - 2009 (ed.)
A pilgrim takes his staff
And sets out, place by place,
To reach the heavenly land,
The Lord promised his heirs.
Happily he anticipates the goal,
Shoulders pressed by the cross,
Faith demands him to carry
And His Word points the way.
The heavy load forces a rest,
Exhausted he lays it on bocks,
Saws off at the bottom center
And proceeds with firm steps.
The pilgrimage is light and good,
He stands at the river of atonement
And a brother throws his long cross
As a dry bridge across the waters.
His however falls a length too short
And he calls the brother for help,
Him: 'What part did you saw off?'
He: 'The one of social responsibility.'
Anonym - 2010 (ed.)
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