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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Mon Oct 19, 2015 12:27 pm







"sea dreams. Passion lost. Love bottled and left. Upon a shelf. As the years pour by. The dust settles thick. Yet no matter how long. The passion waits. Pure and bright. Just waiting. For you to come home. And hold my heart. One. Last. Time…"

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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Mon Oct 19, 2015 12:45 pm

Breath of season nudges colours to change
Trees bend and quiver to natures coercion
Leaves drain languidly, green to ochre then dry
Bustled by winds, that make each an orphan

The leaf dances wild vacillating on the gale
Beige with passing, his skin whisper thin
Across the tall rows of dusty corn stalks
Rustling their arms skyward to catch him

Falling slowly past the murmuring brush
Gently reminded of the commotion of élan
Missed on the treetop preeminent, observing
Touch is what makes the breadth of a man

Now resting the body on cold mother earth
Beneath bare blackened limbs, once seen grander
The insects devour, and return to the dirt
The concepts based on status and grandeur
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sat Oct 31, 2015 7:33 pm

The last dream on a cold hill were no birds sing - a somehow beautiful death. The man has been massacred.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:22 pm

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The last dream on a cold hill were no birds sing - a somehow beautiful death. The man has been massacred.

There are two diff. very shortfilms on it, neither of which feels right to me… I'll come back to this later.




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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Nov 01, 2015 8:51 pm

I cannot even watch it especially in Modern setting; that picture captured it perfectly with the massacred man, as well the pictures used in the video with spoken words (similar to the ones I used for Heine's Tannhauser's poem-video combined with Wagner's Tannhauser).
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sat Nov 14, 2015 3:08 pm

Take my heart and hold it tight to your chest.
Can you feel the beat that beats for you best
And hear the war drums of Venus and Mars
Who charge into love like doomed falling stars?

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The morning is always strong despite the long night;
In powerful first rays it stretches out its might
Across a wet, sleeping bed of soft grass and dew
Which feels the heat of dawn like the hero in you.

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If we fall into the sunset with all our emotional baggage, then we take off in the dawn with nothing but our flaming wings.

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The dawn, in her urgency, waits for no man to come
but happily receives the heroes that have arrived.

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The sky over Dubai was throbbing like a wall of roses in full pride. It was as if the heart of the desert was calling out to be rescued by a hero steeped in silence. Who would answer the call, abide his bosom, and melt with the evening prayer?


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Thu Nov 26, 2015 7:57 am

If I'd try to be the neo-Hitler, Sinatra reference unintended... or was it..
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They want you sheltered
They want you weak
They want you working
For scraps a week

Own yourself and own your kind,
Restore back your ethnic pride.
Those who enslave you want your mind,
Without it they can only cry.

Today they've established a utopic lie,
And with failure to conform they threaten your life.
The only passage to peace again,
Is for each to live for their own kin.

War is necessary, a price to pay,
For a life that's full and done your own way.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Nov 29, 2015 6:02 pm

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If the world ends tomorrow
Shall we dance tonight?
Shall we ignore the need for sleep
And hug each other tight?

If the world ends tomorrow
We will still laugh and cry
Or thump our chests in frustration
As the world around us dies?

If the world ends tomorrow
Will be still be together
And in our hearts be all at peace
Loving in the heather?

But if the world survives tomorrow
What then? Will that be good?
Of course, for we have joy aplenty
Laughing at those that said it would!

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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sat Jan 09, 2016 7:41 pm

See the lovers of the park, wholly their spirit in love;
My battlefield to come, I pass them by for another heart to suffer,
For to strengthen and to fight is the shared spirit as to love,
War has the same frenzy as maddened love,
One penetrates with a bullet and a sword the heart;
Another strikes an arrow unseen with no blood –
But the battlefields share the spirit, for without war no love.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Fri Jan 22, 2016 2:12 pm

In dreams we aspire the stiff clouds and rest our thoughts
Upon the whims of a refreshing autumn breeze
Which carries us on bright wings to our bosom shop
Where messengers of love greet us then quickly leave.

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The penetrating fog of the forest
Rolls in like a galleon from the sea
To embrace the old, ancestral timber
And cover the young floor with mystery.

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Eternity wraps itself around you like a cold fog - mysterious, palpable, and bone penetrating.


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Mon Feb 01, 2016 10:54 am


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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Tue Mar 22, 2016 5:59 am

When hope dies is the gaze into the eyewink of eternal sight
The eternity of love and hatred in you to take on
The sword to clash against giants beyond tides
A flood that devours all what testifies long gone times
The moment you say goodbye to all in thy heart
But feel just the beating in heartless echoing
Lamenting memories in the chest of a lost battle
A silent breath ready to be the last and let go of all life
To return to what lies in death’s layers of forgotten ruins
To step over the footsteps of gods from times bygone
For God is a forsaken Lord living in the dreams
Giving hope and will-less slumber sleepwalking in day
Despair is awakened to have faith in hopeless Strive
For once hope dies is to swing the sword
And make the heads bow their final prayers
To take the odds in own hands
Against all hopes.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Tue Mar 22, 2016 3:57 pm

To die holy death where blood shall pour
Alike good wine bitter after sweet
Thunder with lightning but after to tremble
Skies blue of clouds to coldly weep
Letting go wholly of life alike ancient honey
Giving taste to bitter death sweet to life’s riddle

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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:43 pm


Es ist Krieg mein Mädchen
gehen ich muss zu Kämpfen
als Rittern am die Feldern von schlachten
Im ewige Schwerter ist die Loyalität
Hört die Schlagzeuge von donnernde
Trommelns geben die Rhythmus für Herzen und fuße
Die Heilige Liebe ich habt vor ihr mein Mädchen
Ich fühl nicht doch das Blut strömen für unser Land
Wiedersehen wir in die Halle von Gefallene Liebem
Du bist mein Fall im Kämpf, mein Grund
Zu leben und sterben zu bemühen und erwachen
Krieger für ewige Minne und hinter Liebe die Will zu Kämpfen
Ohne dich und leben mit Göttern verfluch –
Mein Kampf ist die ganze Welt in Friede.


It is war my girl
Go I must to fight
As Knight at the fields of slaughter
In Eternal Sword lays the Loyalty
Hear the drumming of thundering
Drums giving the rhythm for hearts and feet
The Holy love I have for you my girl
I feel not but the streaming of blood for our land
See each other again we shall in the Hall of Fallen love
You are my fall in battle, my ground
To live and die to Strive and awaken
Warrior for A-Mor and past the love the Will to fight
Without you and live with gods damn -
My struggle is the whole world in peace.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:44 pm

Venting my yearning for the year we shall be
Eternity alike a statue of the moment to come
Tannhaüser’s Goddess veiled in dignity’s sheet
More the lust to unravel what is behind veil’s scent
Beauty is a rose to soul as to nose but those who hear
Listen the touching winds giving scents to fields beyond
Wanderer from far seen so much you have but your heart
Beauty it has seen from times the heart did not belong as yours’
Knight afar but struggle within leading to Venus’s cave hidden alike night
A star lurking for its Innamorato luring astray any shepherd to another path
To caress forest’s trees with swings of axe warming his woman’s hearth
His light his life longing to belong to be together as one
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 1:49 pm



I can't sleep no more
So I think about you
Do not cry my girl
I have love for you in dance
You do by heart with no count
Do not cry next to me
For if you were mine, my girl
You won't weep for you'll be mine
Your face without tears is my joy

The world I would give to you
But since I am a mere mortal
These flowers should do
In mere seconds let me see
You walking by, kissing your hand
And say goodbye

Till we meet again
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:40 pm

Betray me, whatever
A poet is the greatest liar;
Though it are not my words that lied
It are my feelings misjudged and expressed
Betrayed by others, deceived and misused
The poet expressing his illusions
Knowing better than god what is next
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 3:58 pm

When a man kneels before struggle to come
And say goodbye to sweet dirt the land he never had
Having worth weighing in his heart
But yet for the blood to stream he seeks
To not pour out on the dirt as wine
Another to sit at a hearth to warm
He will not find, but after or grieved by
Not even god I'll be damned
I believe in neither curse nor blessing
The good sinner I am
For I am neither sinner nor good
So the poet speaks truth for once
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 4:40 pm

Hell is too self-righteous to me, but at least they know their good and bad better than Saints who know neither (he does not know good because he does not know evil); Purgatory is an excess to get rid of too much hell - Heaven is not to my taste at all, I rather dance with the devil and slander him off his throne.

I am my own devil, the saint to my conscience.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sun Apr 10, 2016 5:41 pm

I shall kneel for thou, oh God
For I shall fight for my beloved
Against any thee even my own
And thou will strike me down
Make me crawl the dirt
Be spit into the depths
My hearth with her
In my heart where she is not alongside me
For she never never be or ever been
I fight you for I am lord of my own will
I bend my knees merely to die
After I can't stand no more
And strike you all from below
Reaching Olympus' height
In humble struggle for my pride

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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Mon Apr 11, 2016 11:37 am

A flower to pick and to wither
So is love to feel it vanish
Alas, the trees sing joyfully in spring
Blossom comes with birds nesting
Silent winds bring spoken scents
Of fields in greening and burning
Screaming voices unheard
To echo till silence is once more
Neither been heard from afar
Bodies earthed under the dirt
So life goes on to testify
We will never be birthed
But already were to die

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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sat Apr 16, 2016 3:55 pm

Love you all do I to posses The soul of woman mortal it is Whether I pursue you or another Leave you behind I shall There are greater persuasions To pursue the arts of warfare Whether she be my soul Alike my land in touch Or from another God The hereafter cares less For the soul of woman withers With her beauty she slanders And her death is my dawn Once I die to resurrect without Her eyes to remember My heart to long for breath Of a forgotten mortal Forgetfulness is my remembrance
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Sat Apr 16, 2016 5:07 pm

The face to behold everytime the sun's dawn is upon me, to make me blush as if the sun is too much; coolness alike the star of evening about to show herself as the after-sun shines as bright in another time.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Wed Apr 27, 2016 1:21 pm

Bertram wrote:
"Nietzsche’s rhymes strangely similar to certain verses of Conrad Ferdinand Meyer’s antithetical poetry:

". . . His superhappiness became uncomfortable for him,
His superlight pursues your darkness."

". . . I cannot be my own interpreter.
Yet whoever climbs on his own path
Also carries my image up to a brighter light."

"Predetermined to a starry path
What do you, star, care about the dark?
Roll blissfully on through this time!
Its misery is foreign to you and far! . . . "

"No retreat? And no advance?
And no path even for the chamois?
. . . Ground five feet wide, a red dawn,
And below me—world, man, and death!"

"Whoever will have much to proclaim one day,
Must long remain silent unto himself . . . "

There is the predilection for playing with sound associations,

“I rolled myself, round rolling barrel,” “Minerva’s Darling Ow—ow—owl.”

“The A and O of my wisdom . . . only the eternal Hey! and Oh! . . .”

All of these elements of a colorfully iridescent decomposition visibly enter into his more serious poetry; the two separated species in Nietzsche’s “motto”: “A song is ‘words as music’ . . . an aphorism is ‘sense without song’—may I bring to you something of both?”—fuse together to form that dangerous Perhaps, the philosopher of which Nietzsche proclaims himself to be and which he loved so well even as a poet (“What a pity that I did not dare to say what I had to say at the time as a poet—I might have been able to do it”).

It is no coincidence, but rather the most vital expression of his nature, which was born under the sign of Libra, that Nietzsche’s most perfect poems are precisely those that incorporated the aphoristic element of “Jest, Cunning and Revenge”—in which irony, the pleasure in masks, and a self-hating, self-overcoming didactically break or threaten to burst their lyricism; and the most perfect of his proverbs are those that, like the hermaphroditic constructions of the highest sphere of the Divan, seem to approach the lyricism of a mystical secret doctrine. “Whenever I have a few minutes to think about whatever I want,” he wrote to his mother and sister during his last year at Pforta, “I look for words to a melody I have and a melody to words I have, and what I have in both together is not right, even though they came from one soul. But that is my lot!”

Nietzsche never expressed anything more intuitively definitive about himself in his late, probing self-analyses than what the pupil here revealed, almost presciently, about the lot of a “new soul.” Nietzsche’s most genuine constructions hover between word and melody, be- tween singing and speaking, between sense without song and words as music, suspended in a sphere of supreme, unending tension and an eternal balance of illusion, remaining all the while conscious of this, their fate, their “Centaur” fate (as he put it himself ). The form of Nietzsche’s aphorisms, his entirely individual development of the Knittelvers tradition from the Reformation through Goethe, is only one reflection of this constant search for the Other that is Nietzsche’s inner fate, the search for a melody to words, for words to a melody." [Nietzsche: Attempt at a Mythology]


Conrad Meyer

Wiki links to only one poem of his right away, but I can see what the author meant;

Roman Fountain
By Conrad Ferdinand Meyer
Translated by A.Z. Foreman

"The jet ascends and, falling, fills
The rounded marble basin up,
Which shrouds itself before it spills
Into a second basin’s cup;
Growing too full, the second runs
Its surging billows to the next,
And all three give and get at once,
And run and rest."


The Original:

Der Römische Brunnen

"Auf steigt der Strahl, und fallend gießt
Er voll der Marmorschale Rund,
Die, sich verschleiernd, überfließt
In einer zweiten Schale Grund;
Die zweite gibt, sie wird zu reich,
Der dritten wallend ihre Flut,
Und jede nimmt und gibt zugleich
Und strömt und ruht."

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"ἐδιζησάμην ἐμεωυτόν." [Heraclitus]

"All that exists is just and unjust and equally justified in both." [Aeschylus, Prometheus]

"The history of everyday is constituted by our habits. ... How have you lived today?" [N.]

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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Fri Apr 29, 2016 7:57 am

Keats wrote:
La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
      Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
      And no birds sing.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
      So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
      And the harvest’s done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
      With anguish moist and fever-dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
      Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads,
      Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
      And her eyes were wild.

I made a garland for her head,
      And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She looked at me as she did love,
      And made sweet moan

I set her on my pacing steed,
      And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
      A faery’s song.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
      And honey wild, and manna-dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
      ‘I love thee true’.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
      And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
      With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
      And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
      On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
      Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—‘La Belle Dame sans Merci
      Thee hath in thrall!’

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
      With horrid warning gapèd wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
      On the cold hill’s side.

And this is why I sojourn here,
      Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is withered from the lake,
      And no birds sing.
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PostSubject: Re: Poetry Fri May 06, 2016 5:17 am

My first English book I ever read, by Colin Mackay.

"... And the one who was to have been my wife,
Whom I loved more than Jesus and my own soul,
Had a butcher's knife driven hilt-deep into her crotch,
And her pussy was black clotted with blood
Beneath a bright blue sky that shrieked
Mindless hymns to the beauty of your creation.
And I hated myself for believing you,
Hated myself for trusting in your goodness. ..."








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