Scam von Lex R. – der sich als Manager der Chrispton petroleum company (CPC) ausgibt

Heute meldete sich Lex R. [Name geändert] von der Email-Adresse alexanderxxx@hotmail.com [Adresse angepasst] mit folgendem Text:

Schöne Grüße,

Chrispton petroleum company (CPC) Die Vereinigten Staaten suchen einen Partner, as a coordinator in Europe and Asien. As a Vermittler, zwischen unserem Unternehmen and the Endabnehmer von Mineralölprodukten in Diesen Regionen fungieren und mit Kunden darüber tradeshow für uns Bitte turn Sie sich an uns, um Information Information zu Ihrem Interesse zu erhalten.

Mit freundlichen Grüßen

Lex R.

(Managing director, Petroleum Sales Department)

Die Chrispton Petroleum Company gibt es wirklich. Und es gibt auch einen Managing Director Lex R. [Name geändert]. Aber mal ehrlich, wenn er einen Geschäftspartner suchen würde, hätte er sich dann an einen Arzt gewendet? Und würde er in schlechtem Deutsch schreiben, wo doch gute Übersetzungsprogramme existieren? Und seine Email-Adresse wäre auch nicht bei Hotmail sondern bei www.chrisptonpetroleum.com, oder nicht?

„Die Vereinigten Staaten suchen einen Partner“ schreibt Lex R. Also bitte – wenn die USA einen Partner wie mich suchen, dann sollte sich schon Präsident Trump (Potus) bei mir melden.

Pete Seeger sang in dem Lied (nach der Bibel) „Turn Turn Turn“: „To everything (turn, turn, turn) / There is a season (turn, turn, turn)” [Für jedes Ding (turn, turn, turn) / Gibt e seine Zeit (turn, turn, turn)] und: “A time to build up, a time to break down” [„Eine Zeit zum Aufbau, eine Zeit für den Abriss]. Er hat die Zeile vergessen: “A time to receive emails, a time to delete emails” [„Eine Zeit, um E-Mails zu erhalten, eine Zeit, um E-Mails zu löschen“].

Und das werde ich jetzt machen – die Email von Lex R. löschen. Und wenn auch Sie solche Scams erhalten – nicht antworten sondern löschen, und zwar sofort!

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Still Winter

Grandmother always

Takes snow from plum boughs

For her best tea

Birds sing merrily

Like in spring, but too early

And drop from the bough

The fallow sun

Through the busy street

Golden reflections

Brother’s birthday

Winter storm stops

For a moment

As night progresses

The window front loses

Light by light

So much for winter

Premature primavera

And snowdrops ringing

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Poems published on POETS The Original on MeWe during January 2019

I am

Not I have -: I am

The lifelessness of heavy words

Living together of words

The plow trail in word fields

I furnish the field border with fences

Of my confidence

Word castles pelted with words of stone

Primary rock

EtyMystical

Chants in the corridors

Shots from embrasures

Jagged swords

Harelipped language

I sang in singing

The song coagulated

Racing

Tracing

Facing

Brackish water

Words broken into segments

Fast rapids

Rash rapids

Word rapids

I live

Inside the fences

Of my words

I go

Ride

Remove myself

Limitless

Lots off

Solders off

Thread depths

Word depths

Depth

In which

I am

#poetsflashbackweekend

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

Ich bin

Nicht ich habe -: ich sei

Die Leblosigkeit schwerer Worte

Das ZusammenLeben von Worten

Die PflugSpur in WortFeldern

Ich säume den Rain mit Zäunen

Meiner Zuversicht

WortBurgen beworfen mit WortStein

UrGestein

EtyMystisches

Gesängen in den Gängen

Schüsse aus SchießScharten

Schartige Schwerter

HasenSchartige Sprache

Ich singe im Singen

Der Sang gerann

Rennen

Kennen

Flennen

BrackWasser

Worte in Wörter zerTeilt

Eilende Schnellen

VorSchnellen

WortSchnellen

Ich lebe

Innerhalb der Zäune

Meiner Worte

Ich gehe

Fahre

EntFerne mich

Ins Grenzenlose

Lose aus

Lote aus

FadenTiefen

WortTiefen

Tiefen

In denen

Ich bin

© 2012 Lothar M. Kirsch poem (German version)

Cigarettes

     the e-cigarette

Is

Not a

Cigarette

Because

It can

Not

Be

The last

     In the

Box

Sunrise

Sunrise, sunrise

The radio plays Norah Jones

And I’m awake as if

I was rising to

Summertime, time, time

The sun mellows the snow

That had fallen overnight

Smoke rises straight to the clouds

And I fly to the window

The kitchen floor is still cold

But steam is rising from

My freshly brewed green tea

I cannot keep my eyes off the roofs

Off the snow bathing in sunlight

Oh, I can, as I can't take my eyes off you

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

#poetsphotoprompts by @karen Hayward

Thanks for the invite!

The Apple Tree

You had planted an apple tree

As a reminder, you’ve said

In case you had to leave

     and now you are gone

     you were taken so fast

But I’ve picked up from the floor

Every leaf as soon as it had fallen

I’ve written your name on each one

     and there are more and more

     like the burden of the years without you

The apple tree so sinless

Maybe it will have to leave, too

But until then I shall write

     on every leaf that will fall down

     always just your name

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and pictures

Synchronicity

We may live in parallel worlds

But our clocks tick in unison

One sleeps while the other is awake

But perhaps we’re only dreaming

The road winds on to the horizon

One is riding north, the other south

All permanence is but illusion

As our life is ephemeral

What we grasp, we cannot hold

But even so let’s join hands

Let’s write on the same paper

But speak in different words

Love, affection, devotion, adoration

But never hate, venom, rancor or revenge

Let’s synchronize our strides

As we walk along the path of life

And if one is laid into the grave

It still is synchronicity that rules

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

#poetslineprompts
Hosted and invited by - @karen Hayward

The Ballad of the Wild Rose

The wild rose on the deserted island

Where the wind blustered in squalls

And the rose clad in red, shivering

Her lips not pale in the cold

But her thorns resistant to the wind

Drawing blood from his fierce caresses

Let me drink from your red lips

Said the wind to the rose

But she only shook her head

Then the wind left, but also returned

Fiercer, angrier, and colder than death

Accompanied by his brother, frost

And frost seized the rose inexorably

She could not even shiver anymore

Her thorns broke on the frost

The hold of the frost was choking her

She did not cry, when death came nearer

The wind scattered the petals of the rose

The snow turned red, the red of blood

The rose had died without a tear

But now the wind was full of tears

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

#poetsphotoprompts

Hosted and invited by @karen Hayward

Clippers & Monsters

In times gone by

Ships went to sea

Fully rigged clippers

White canvas in the sun

Then endless days

Through wind and spray

Clippers swiftly sailed

Nights, too, that is

When the wind howled

And the sea rolled

And the planks screeched

Lonely sailors in the bunk

Did you see the hobgoblin?

The flying Dutchman?

Saint Elmo’s fire?

Or the Leviathan?

No, no go back to sleep

As the ship rolled on

Then swiftly cutting waves

And all the monsters, too

Speed up, speed up

And win the race

Bring us the pricey tea

May no monster stop you!

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

#poetslineprompts
Hosted and invited by - @karen Hayward

The ladybird lies down for a rest

In the bed of a white rosebud

But the lady is a tramp

And must be on the move

To other lovers

And miles to go

Then again

To take

Rest

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

#poetsphotoprompts hosted by @karen

#nonet #structuredpoetry

Butterfly

Where are you flying to, butterfly?

Across the meadows and the fields

Or through the dreams of ancient daoists?

Take a rest throughout the night

And dream you were a maiden then

Or a philosopher deep in thought

Even while dreaming please keep in mind

That everything works better still

If shared with another butterfly

There are the glary colored butterflies

While others wear the mask of a moth

But each will flutter in delight

The year is young and it’s too early yet

To say farewell to frost and winter

Come close to the fire, but not too close

Let’s look at pictures from last summer

Rejoice in chattering about colorful flights

Or remember how sweet the nectar tasted

When it is time again to become a daoist

Then sit and ponder near a gurgling brook

Listen to what nature might tell you

The stars above and the flowers below

They are all made out of ancient stardust

Man or butterfly – it doesn’t matter at all

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

#poetsflashbackweekend

From: The Rut of the Butterflies

The rut of butterflies? The critic will ask: "Is there any?"

Me: "Let’s have a look."

He: "And what does the title have to do with the poems?"

Me: "Nothing at all. But it's a great title! "- A gleaning of two short poems

No mowing

On the commons

The grass is high

Straw yellow it stands

But nobody comes here

To do the mowing

Magic forest

The summer should not

Show up so gray

Even if in its light

The forest looks so magical

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poems and picture

Aus:

Die Brunft der Schmetterlinge? Der Kritiker wird fragen: „Gibt es die überhaupt?“ Ich: „Schau’mer mal.“ Er: „Und was hat der Titel überhaupt mit den Gedichten zu tun?“ Ich: „überhaupt nichts. Ist doch aber ein toller Titel!“ – Eine Nachlese

Keine Mahd

Auf dem Anger

Steht hoch das Gras

Strohgelb steht es

Aber niemand kommt

Hier noch zur Mahd

Zauberischer Wald

Der Sommer soll nicht

So grau sich zeigen

Auch wenn in seinem Licht

Der Wald so zauberisch steht

Die Brunft der Schmetterlinge (German) © 2016 Lothar M. Kirsch poems and text

With a Little Romance

Let's walk through the night

Forget the lights of the city

The owl screams forlornly

The wind howls in the grove

Let's sit down on the moss

Close to each other, embraced

Kiss me, strawberry lips

We should kiss and be silent

Let's link arms and go on

Up the hill, overgrown with heath

We smell the erica at our feet

And drink from the swift stream

Let us return from the night

Let us lie next to each other in bed

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

Let us not strife for fame or fortune?

Shan’t we live a merry life together?

Not knowing where the road is winding to

Achieving nothing in this humble town,

We have to lean on each of our brothers

And sisters, too, as I may tell you here.

Let’s walk together at a steady pace,

Not resting ere the brightest morning breaks

So give the sun a chance to light and warm

The scene that soon unravels to our sight.

Alas! This word was spoken forwardly,

As we have miles to go and cover still

The road through groves of bushes and of trees.

We shan’t rest long at Fairy’s Lake so blue,

But rest we shall and quickly be refresh’d.

Then afternoon starts darkening colors

And evening will finalize the work.

O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend

The brightest heaven of invention,

Light up the sky with fireworks or the moon

Let’s fill our jugs with light beer or strong ale

Let’s drink, be merry, dance and sing our songs.

No one should stand aside or serve others,

Let’s all link arms as brothers and sisters,

And strife for peace and freedom of our world!

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

#poetslineprompts

Thank you @karen Hayward for this wonderful lineprompt at  #poetstheoriginal #poetsmewe!

Leave us Koi alone

The koi enjoy

The rain and the ripples

They move through plants

Along the quay

Looking up

Much like we

Looking down

Both into other worlds

Let’s look up

To the birds

Sailing through the rain

And feel

What it must be

Looking up

From the pond

No, stop it!

Don’t enter the pool

Leave it to the koi

But enjoy the view

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem

Thank you @karen Hayward for this wonderful #poetsphotoprompts at  #poetstheoriginal #poetsmewe

Outside

We only speak a little

In the reed

Passing the word to

Wind and wild geese

The dark, clear water

Curling up

Then a rustle

Surrounding us

We glanced at the sky

And it gazed back

We still have more

Than of this day

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture

 

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