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Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

tieň

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Opäť som pohla rukou teplým pohárom
tú¸obne som sa pozrel cez vyblednuté okno
Rám ma ohraničil na to, čo bolo
V zadnej časti mojej hlbokej záhrady pri schátranej verande
Stále som videl jej tieň,
ktorý sa pomaly rozchádzal v tmavom šere
Obrátil som sa,
naposledy som sa napil
pod lampou mŕtveho súmraku,
zahrabal som tam svoju rezignovanú tvár
Moja budúcnosť sa opäť sústredila na minulosť
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:40 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Light will come soon

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Today I rhyme my past
bring myself to rest
and try to forge the past into the present
Now I am with myself
and speak lovingly to me
making me walk slowly and limit my dreams
it also makes me less tired
some light will come soon
Sometimes grace is
enough for a few moments
then I go through ,,,,in longing
to reach a spiritual goal
like true cognition
My ego is less important
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:39 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Wer ich bin

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Ich lebe in den Schatten
das ist ein Teil von mir
aber ich bin sicher nicht schüchtern oder tot
Meine Seele hört auf
eine Stimme oder einen Wunsch
schwebend zwischen dem Heute
und einem unbekannten neuen Morgenrot
Im Schatten zu leben bedeutet auch
auf das Licht zu warten,
es kann eine Illusion sein
mit einer schönen Aussicht.
Und dann, wie du weißt
offenbart sich die Wirklichkeit,
um sie kreativ auszudrücken,
jeden Tag mit einem anderen Gesicht.
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:38 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

The myth of Fatuma

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She, Fatuma, challenges the gods from behind her transparent voile
like a wandering pagoda whistling on her wooden flute
Like a graceful serving bride of her dark ultimate desires
to seduce the heavenly hosts into earthly seduction
so that she, Fatuma, would be the bearer of their seed
and in the dust of speech, where any power
could be transformed into her commandments
and also all the extinct ones could make her their only supreme being.
Because of this woman's patience, it happened
that not only men with beards, but she herself,
with her blessed breasts filled which were filled with fertile juices, became clouded with eternal guilt;
and so the men with beards recognised her sublime greatness.
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:37 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Quando cala la notte

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il giorno è chiuso
ho pensato come il poeta
ma la luce stava diventando più intensa
così ho chiuso le tende
e i miei occhi
così ci sarebbe stata meno luce
e il giorno sarebbe finito comunque
anche il mio
Ma l'immagine della dispersione
si è intromessa
ho guardato nel tunnel del
bagliore del tubo virtuale
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:36 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

My fairy

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Before I put my ear to the pillow
I say goodbye to you,
knowing a fairy will come tomorrow
I just want to share this with you
for it is not every day
that a fairy from the magic kingdom
comes to fill my heart with sweet food
in bright daylight and tastes
like chocolate ice-cream, it improve my mood
At the sight of her appearance,
my morning is full of anticipation,
and as the day continues to fill up
with enlightened and frothy cream
I fall into a trance (I offer no resistance)
that blissfully envelops and fills me in my sweet dream
The day is tired. I bid it farewell;
so I entered my sleep with a widening smile
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:35 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Kiss me

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With squinted eyes she kisses the sun
feeling rays of nearby happiness
it is as if love had for a moment, tenderly,
bends over her fragile receptivity
Come and take me
See my open gestures.
touch my spring hair
with sultry rays.
With you I want to make love
in beloved lyrical languages
but let me stay here for a while
and then yes, .... there, for ages
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:34 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Dass ich dich vermisse.

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Sei nicht böse, wenn meine Lippen verbergen,
dass du mir fehlst.
Es mag sein, dass meine Gefühle von den Jahren
der abgebrochenen Zweige bedeckt sind.
oder von einer Vergessenheit, die noch da ist.
Frag mich nicht nach dem Warum
es wird eine Sehnsucht sein, die tief ist
Wenn ich versuche,
den vergrabenen Schmerz auszudrücken,
dann versagt meine Stimme
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:33 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Poetic swamp

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My mind knows cucumber time
not that it rests or fizzles with restless boredom
No, my muse is seduced by others
I am telling you this in all these words
because it expands the emptiness that is present
I tell you this because I tend to complicate
it seeks solace in the poetic swamp
normally a source of inspiration out of fear
Today only coffee helps me through this damned time.
and hope that the Senseo will help me through.
Some kind of thing with flash lights
brews something brown and caffeinated at high speed
There is a hungry feeling that cries
out of unfathomable desolation
and that is why I am rhyming like a simpleton
While my dog compulsively poops in the dog toilet
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:32 Reageer op dit bericht
Zaterdag 22 juni 2024

Licht

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Zartes Licht wirft
schatten auf Steinwände
Selbst die Laterne
die sich schon in der Nacht krümmte
Leuchtet nun auch in aller Bescheidenheit
auf der Bühne der aufgehenden Sonne
Die Ruhe des Morgens ist deutlich spürbar
meine erste Asche Schwelt wie Weihrauch der frühen Erde
Geschreven door juliusdzs om 11:31 Reageer op dit bericht

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