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von Sleepless Nights

She is a Muslim.
He is black.
They are gay.

Yes, maybe they are.
But can we really describe people in one word?

For example look at me:
I am a Christian.
I am white.
I am straight.

But if…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow

Here - mother, for your sleeping children,
bedded on newspaper - -
ten baht for a bowl full of rice,
so they can see the morning.

Thanks, Ma´am. In the name
of my sleeping children
bedded on newspaper - -…

Rezitation:
Voice arrangement by Max Berghaus, speaker and Jürgen Wagner, music
von Ekkehard Walter

Sometimes my poor soul
is tumbling like a whipping bowl,
often I struggled and fall,
but always I was standing up,
because I want win the cup
and so I do not give up.

von The Poems Land

Let’s start with a little experiment
Just to show what I really meant
Think of having a daughter
In the past six years you have raised her
She made a painting for you
And now what do you do?
In your eyes it is…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow

How often
were my
heart and soul
knocked from my hands.

How often
have I
picked up and freed
heart and soul
from the gutter´s debris –

to offer
both anew

Übersetzung:…

von Mitch Cohen

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At evening an old angler
greets us in rolled sleeves
and gestures past the lake he comes up from:
yonder long folds of earth rising.
Snow deep down the sides clear through June,
he says, proud like he’d…

von Mary Feen

virtual reality
without personality
just HUMAN ROBOTS being
SLAVES NOT able for fleeing
FREEDOM SALE for Manipulation
NEW VIRTUAL DRUG GENERATION
as SOLUTION for the OVERPOPULATION
REVOLUTION MENTAL…

von Walter W Hölbling

over millennia the question
what is beauty
has occupied the minds
of great philosophers

museums, galleries, and private homes
as well as public monuments
display the sculptures, paintings, texts,…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow

- To Reiner -
Stars are hanging
like glistening pearls
at the bosom of heaven.
The coat of the night
covers my bareness,
which is as pale
as the light of the moon.
Selene has lost her soul.…

Rezitation:
Voice arrangement and speaker Max Berghaus
von Oscar Wilde

The wild bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing.
Now in a lily-cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering;
Sit closer love: it was here I trow
I made that vow,…

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow

Behold! 
Lighter than a draft I was.
Just your breath
made me tremble.
I turned around
toward your thoughts
and your glance
made me dance -
for you.

Übersetzung:

MOBILE

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow

Übersetzung ins Englische von Erich Vio

If you came
deformed, a cripple,
I would hasten to open my door
to let you in.

If you came
despised, defamed and rejected,
I would receive you with joy in my…

von Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and…

von Djava Wanner

My soul is courage flying like a dove.

My soul is wisdom and knowledge bursting like a horse galloping.

My soul is understanding like a puppy.

My soul is graceful like a dolphin swimming in the sea.

My soul sings like…

von Walter W Hölbling

a morning breeze draws gentle ripples on the sea
dancing and glittering in the sun
at times more serious wrinkles
on the puckered surface indicate
strong deeper currents down below
moving unseen

shaping…

von Alexander Zeram

Walkin' in the brooding heat
I feel as though l' s canned.
Walking through that desert
my thoughts are growing lame.
If the moon should rise again
and the sun could stay -
if a man made love all night…

von Ekkehard Walter

A shout, a cry
and than he die.
Many others looked at him
but no one else helped poor Tim.
This happened in our Germany
and the others are so free.

von Mary Feen

Sometimes I feel I never could climb up a tree
and then I climbed up already three.
Sometimes I feel so tiny and small
like standing in front of a big wall.
Suddenly the wall is opening like a door,
and I see me…

von Oscar Wilde

Two crowned Kings, and One that stood alone
With no green weight of laurels round his head,
But with sad eyes as one uncomforted,
And wearied with man's never-ceasing moan
For sins no bleating victim can atone,
And…

von Jürgen Wagner

When the clouds pass by
and the morning sun rises,
when the mountains stick out
and a pine me surprises,

when the bad rain has stopped
and the mist has gone away,
I enjoy the the wide view
and the peace…

von Ekkehard Walter

Sometimes I wanna be free
like an old wildlife tree.
Sometimes I never would be alone
like an once lonesome stone.
Sometimes I dreamed of a new world
where God is there and the streets are of gold
Sometimes I…

von Walter W Hölbling

one of the Orient’s oldest
and most beautiful important cities
inhabited for thousands of years
by generations after generations
of craftsmen, merchants, artists, dynasties,
famous architects of all styles and…

von Walter W Hölbling

our classic tales of war and victory
tell stories of substantial gains
in land, human resources, treasures,
from Homer, Cesar, Charles the Great,
to Ghengis Khan, Napoleon,
the Spanish, then the British empires, etc…

von Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My…

von Dieter J Baumgart

Words
are the key
to your soul

Cautiously, I open
door after door

And the echo of my words
lingers on in space

Then I see you

And you
take my words
and hold them
in your hands…

von Mary Feen

You say you are not thinking about anything.
But I feel you are doing it about everything.
But that doesn´t matter to me,
it is just a kind of you to be
Is it really so evil and bad,
not being the whole day glad…

von Ekkehard Walter

The sun arised this morning
Daylight is whispering
a new song
life is all along.

von Djava Wanner

Upon a nice summer day,
Let’s take a look at Nature’s way.
Breath the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.

The grass will poke between your toes,
Smell the flowers with your nose.
Clouds…

von Dieter J Baumgart

How glad that everybody knows,
that Trumpelstiltskin is my name.

von Annelie Kelch

Heute ist Bloomsday, ihr Lieben,
… and I swear, if I' ll be able to go
- somehow - I' ll go down …
all the funny small streets which
are surrounded with blue, violet and yellow
houses and all the rosesgardens

von Tilly Boesche-Zacharow

I listened within myself
and heard the sounds of bells.
On wings of birds
and shining gleam
I slid into the sea.
And when I had emerged again
I knew – there was no doubt in me –
that klinging deep down in…

Rezitation:
Sprecher: Max Berghaus, Musikalische Begleitung: Jürgen Wagner
von Djava Wanner

Loved ones are precious
I know this for a fact
And when you lose one
It’s like an attack

I’ve lost some loved ones
To many different things
I hate losing loved ones
But it’s a bell that has to ring

von James Deahl

How strong it seems, with so much gone
Of life and love, to stil live on !
                     - John Greenleaf Whittier -

After midnight the house becomes a tomb of silence,
the spider sleeps ln the darkness behind…

von Mary Feen

Your sunny days are kind of cruel,
are overwhelming kind of cool,
with a sunny frozen sun,
you are always on the run,
and with your heart,
you look apart.

von Walter W Hölbling

at least one shooting every week
congress & president mild and meek
whatever they might do or say
no blame goes to the NRA

that keeps abusing the 2nd amendment
who needs militias today?!
and thanks to…

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