julius dreyfsandt zu schlamm - Prosatexts in different languages
22-06-2024
From the parched land I float to the sweet waters
where the stricken lake is still tinged with the salty colour
surrounded by transient reeds
my The current sings
and kisses left and right the caressing shore
and whispers softly to the green that waits
The cold loses an opaque membrane,
it is the sunlight that offers a burst of warmth.
Countless fluttering wings spread the scent
The scent that grows stronger and stronger towards the distance where dawn awaits me.
I hope that tomorrow you will look at me gently.
With some tender tears
22-06-2024 om 10:58
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I still feel the warmth of your love
and take it with me. This all will remain in my heart.
It will encourage the journey to the everlasting
where the creator will surely be in wait for me
and the angels, full of spirit and so finely circumscribed
will soothe your earthly sorrow with their wings of light
I weep once more and touch with my soul
your great hearts a moment longer
while the tender peace is already telling me about the silence
and helping me to shed earthly sorrow
Sing with me the song of the eternal peace
so that all our tears may be interwoven
Gradually divine joy will be born and revive in you
I may now be on my way and hear the call of the cherubs.
They want to carry me to the Lord on the palms of their hands.
For all of you a consoling thought
Farewell and wait till my return to you
22-06-2024 om 10:56
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Hear me fill the voids of uneducated shadows that echo off the thickly plastered, blind walls
And the shameless fall of sand and gravel I perceive
as
So many layers over the years become artificial calloused or dust from ancient images
The soul, forced to nudity by the firing of cannons
that saw deep layers as certainty
The soul that regurgitates the mud in which the rotten poles have performed as a foundation for the pretence of hopeless plays to be performed
I often try to fill these voids with grey dreams
while my fists pound on empty boxes of hope
22-06-2024 om 10:55
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the pure becomes visible in silence
I do not speak of coldness. I speak of calm in a wordless gesture.
In this silence of rising joy, where sand and water come and go, my soul tells me: Ebb and flow have always carried me.
22-06-2024 om 10:54
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I would so much like to bind my deepest desire to a chain in my soul
Or embrace it tightly. and to sing with love songs
it says so much about suffering on earth
and There is so much desire for avoidance of the inescapable loneliness.
I want so much to relive those moments, to count the intimacy,
but then I am driven on in such a hurry
In the attempt to cling to dreams, in the attempt to be guided by dreams
When I find the other, the one who knows me and understands me
I will slowly be aware of what my bond with life is
The feeling that I have the right to be there will be more and more mature.
The desire will die. To inherit true love.
22-06-2024 om 10:51
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icy thoughts often eat away at the past in the conscience.
It atrophies the, gentle desire. It turns the skin into a shield and sees desire through an unsharpened lens.
and yet, sometimes very briefly, shines through supposed walls like a gilded lance, shining with pure brilliance.
For Only to die, as it were. Cast aside like a missed opportunity.
22-06-2024 om 10:47
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His chair was empty. It was so nude he sank into it.
into his world with the silk pillow; down to the wire worn and dilapidated, its seat still held together by two straps, soft with lost lustre
I
I can still see his smile on his face. His lips curled mischievously and words formed, sometimes spoken in silence.
He's still here. Isn't he?
22-06-2024 om 10:45
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My celebration of the joy of grapes, the sweet feast along your tendrils
caressing the leaves with the tips of my fingers, while a summer wind witnesses the sound of sighs
my with delicate elegance she touches my mouth
22-06-2024 om 10:44
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.
I lost the future in finding
sought to fill the past to re-bind me my old soul bound
and
I carry the emptiness under my arms like an invisible encumbered weight, but still take my breath consciously constantly focused on blinding light
22-06-2024 om 10:42
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With budding vigour she plays the old Stradivarius
When she plays, her strings sound like words with sparkling letters scattered into an aging man's heart.
The violin, carved from gilded wood, trembles with joy under the fingers of this white lily. She is a girl with a still earthly past.
The
22-06-2024 om 10:39
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how lovely and light my blue butterfly goes.
she floats fluttering around in my mind, flapping her delicate wings along leaf and flower.
who will not silently yearn for that.
when with her sparkling waving gestures she lights up hearts, makes me feel what no one can really explain but lovingly attaches tenderness to the other.
22-06-2024 om 10:35
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be my bride when the night comes and the sun of my eyes descends into my heart
As I descend into the transience of created sorrow, be my companion.
into the passing cold.
Be my bride, if only for a moment, a beat of eternity,
Go beyond what was. Carry me to weave.
Through the eyes of the angels the beauty will smile upon me.
Only then do I feel the greatness. Only then do I know what I am losing.
Be still for a moment, my bride. Such is life when I ring the bells irrevocably.
22-06-2024 om 10:33
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my window is behind soft green tones of woods and trees. i already have a sense of what is to come.
I dream of autumn colours, of misty scents that will gradually herald the end of summer.
I am picking the last fruits. Before nature stops growing.
So
22-06-2024 om 10:31
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21-06-2024
I sometimes pile barren flowers on my field of feeling.
there was first blind hope to radiant expectation
like bees rashly sniffing a honeyed bush node.
in words have long since ceased to count as they pile up on shards of broken glass, cutting me into carnal parts, not once, but again and again, again and again and so on of incessant convulsive resistance.
here I stand aging and see around me the missed opulence, drifting far away in dying fatigue.
i look back, i can't, it was life that robbed me.
Even the only reaching hand waved away my longing.
the indispensable has been crucified. i no longer call. I walk away into nothingness
21-06-2024 om 19:51
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I feel in the peace of your womb
and dream of timeless pleasure
spreading like circles in the ditch.
What and the caressing fingers that run over my questioning body.
I spread my letters over silent thoughts
and imagine myself for a moment in your paradise
What more can I expect on this restful journey.
21-06-2024 om 19:48
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almost I go
Or am I already gone
No, as I say
Longer than the long linden avenue
It is more like flying over trees
no oceans but wide streams
that is
on the way to the other language
the most beautiful but unintelligible
that is a double story
I notice while doing
I write myself away
into the future, which
also lies behind me.
I won't interpret it any further
That's already let that bell ring
though a heavyweight
that sounds in the sky
Yes, only conceivable in thought
Or tangible in feeling
It is also like waiting for a past
that beckons permanently
a single soul knows what I mean
but I won't go there
under the blue roof, perhaps grey
I carry a symbolism in stone,
metaphorically speaking
I seek a bridge in the sky
with an illuminating sigh
blowing or in a rumour
it's about, I call it
the slow gait of
a shuffling toad
he knows no better
doesn't think either
is not a man after all, not even looking
for the know-it-all
his existence goes on
inch by inch
he goes as he should
his way is continuous
how lucky he is, he doesn't know any better
21-06-2024 om 19:47
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condemned to insight is my time of present,
suddenly a boundary is marked to the past.
I still think of the roof terrace so close and near your dying.
we are you cold, you asked and gave an imaginary warmth.
it helped ward off the cold of the moment outside, and outside our ring.
we shared, clearly, a moment of opulence
21-06-2024 om 19:46
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Come, look, you are so welcome in my eyes
Experience the gentle gaze that looks at you. Colouring you through fine sparkling crystal.
Come to me, give me your hand. My touch will be fleeting as my fingers play upon the skin of your body.
Listen to the sound of the voices that sing of the silence.
the two of us, enveloped by one another's breathing.
21-06-2024 om 19:44
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With heavy words or playful chords, the poet lays a carpet for the the nearness of being.
He is of such weight that his ego is often shrouded in the fog known in London. He describes his hazy sins with great ease.
With dark vigour he often declares his own mirror.
in
21-06-2024 om 19:43
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My Mokum is tuned into a grey existence by a drizzle of rain.
As I look over my lukewarm coffee, I can see the rippling water of the canal passing me by.
There is no bustle of colourful people today.
The Through me pass the wishes of the past and a hope that is heavier than lead.
21-06-2024 om 19:42
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Over mijzelf
Ik ben
, en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam
Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm .
Ik ben een man en woon in
Nijnsel (Nederland) en mijn beroep is
proza dichter/poet .
Ik ben geboren op 14/07/1948 en ben nu dus
76 jaar jong.
Mijn hobby's zijn: Mijn hobby's zijn: music improvisations organ and other instruments. julius.dreyfsandt.zu.schlamm@gmail.com.
UN LEGADO PROSAICO
Ik ben , en gebruik soms ook wel de schuilnaam Julius V.E. Dreyfsandt zu Schlamm.