Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Poems published on POETS The Original (MeWe) during March 2019



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The Black Ship

Pestilential bubos and bilious discharge of pus
On which the black ship flees
The hull filled with precious treasures

In the ports, the pirates are pushing
From the taverns to the sloops

In flashes the horror recognizes itself
And fear gives way to a sharp panic

Even old rites do not appease
The wrath of God in foamy swells
Nothing can fight the sinking anymore

But it sails past
The black ship
Freed of bile, blood and plague
Homewards

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem (from the German original 2013)
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Another spring
The house long gone
But granny still waving

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Swimming with dolphins
Blue sky with fair weather clouds
But plastic debris

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Twilight mise-en-scène

Twilight advances as a mise-en-scène
In colors, it boasts of the joie de vivre
Only to give way to the night
Which suddenly falls, together with us

The night paralyzes colors and sounds
The flowers stop smelling
Maybe except the gilliflower
From the cot you only see darkness

The forest behind the meadow has disappeared
The wanderer already found his night’s stay
Only the wind stays outside and guesses its way
Cunningly, meandering between black trunks

In our dreams, however, revives the twilight
With light and colors, scents and song

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
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Loneliness

When loneliness grabs you again
The night has lost its stars
The moon does not shine anymore
Nor does the wind talk to you

When loneliness grabs you again
Tears have no use any more
The telephone does not ring
Conversations have turned to silence

When loneliness grabs you again
Then you can still sleep and dream
And the stars are shining again
While the wind whispers in your ear

But come back from your dreams
When loneliness grabs you again


© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
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The stormy wind

The stormy wind sweeps through the trees,
Fresh buds and flowers of the bushes,
Tears at the clouds, then drives them on,
That light and shadow furrow through the fields.

The yellow daffodils hold their cheeks
Tightly together and cry out their fears
To face this wind that threatens their lives.
Then rain starts falling and the storm is gone.

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
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Roses

Roses
I wanted roses
Red roses

The old flower seller
Grumbling old man he was

Out of a sudden
He threw
Fire into my arms

I nearly yelled at
The treacherous graybeard

The fire wasn’t consuming
It was full of love
Burning … yearning

Maybe every rose has a thorn
But I’m happy with such roses

© 2019 Lothar M. Kirsch poem and picture
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