Friday, April 21, 2017

Friday Poems / ShortPoems 21.04.2017 / 19.08.2016




Morticians
    morticians
Are
People
Without
Sense of
Smell
Otherwise
They had
Selected
    Another
Job




Morticians
    morticians
Are
People
With
A
Vocation
As
Graveyard gardener
Always
    Just
Keep the peace



Doubt
    we do not
Take
Pleasure
Doubting
If
We
Are
Or
Nothing
But a
Butterfly
Dereaming
    To be
Human




Evanescence
    also tears
Are
Subject to
The law
Of
Evanescence
They
Are
Wiped away
Or
    Just
Dry out

Shadows
    above
Grasslands
And
Fields
Scurry
Shadows
Of clouds
Like
Dead ships
But
    They do not
Fill

Orion
    Orion
Has
So
Broad
Shoulders
And
Narrow
Hips
Probably
He is
    The God
Of bodybuilding

Blue
    Then she
Donned
Her blue
Dress
And
Went
With the
Blue drink
Into the
Blue room
There she was
    "Finally
alone"

Chocolate
    A chocolate
Santa
Chocolate
Rabbit
And then
In addition
The
Golden hare
Nothing
Learned
    From the
Golden calf


Original German Version:

.

No comments:

Post a Comment