Gedichte (Englisch)

Gedicht Nummer vier ist ein unterhaltsames längeres Gedicht das nur zum Spass geschrieben wurde. Es kam zu mir eines nachts, in voller Länge, als ich nicht schlafen konnte. Kinder und einige meiner Freunde mochten dieses Gedicht sehr. Ein englischer Verlag allerdings meinte er sei "nicht genug in Einklang mit dem was ich schreibe" um es veröffentlichen zu können. Das Thema ist übrigens ein traditionelles: die magische Gestalt die mit Musik alle verzaubert und sich so rettet, ist nicht neu!

1. One Rainy Autumn Day 

2. I am Bound to You      

3. Grey Dull Day

4. That Lisa was a Bad Old Hag

5. Obsidian Mirror

6. Under Nepalese Sky

****** One rainy autumn day *******  (August 2005)

One rainy autumn day

I will hear your voice in sky's falling tears

Wandering under the old-bark trees

That make a multi-coloured heaven with their leaves.

One day when my soul is free

I will take your hand and search no more

Like the autumn leaves gliding gently to the floor

I will fall into you and rest and let be.

One rainy autumn day

I will see your reflection in the shining waters

Rippling softly in autumn's breeze

I will gaze in your eyes, knowing what's beneath.

One day when my heart awaits you

I will feel your touch in autumn's gale

Playing catch me with trees and flowers

Petals are flying like love's forlorn hours.

****** I am bound to you******* (September 2006)

I am bound to you

for I belonged to you at the beginning of all time.

Have we forgotten who we are

strong together and divine?

So many years have passed

and Earth has turned uncounted times....

And yet the feeling lasts

in my heart and in my soul

that I am nothing without you

and that the universe ceases to exist should you shun me.

I am alive through you

and you are part of what I am.

And loneliness is what I feel amongst my people

for they are unlike you my friend.

They do not know about the troubles that we shared

nor of communicating without words,

or, of the miracle although between us might be worlds,

I feel your joy, your pain, your bliss and all the tears you shed.

I am bound to you

for I belonged to you at the beginning of all time.

But who am I to tell you about destiny

or fate, that we created for a reason?

Let me lie patiently under a darkened sky

and wait for you

as season follows upon season

until you take my outstrechted hand

and in the end

return to me once more in joy.

******** Grey Dull Day********* (2007)

Upon the alarm's sound I awake

a luke warm coffee and cigarette for companionship.

We set out into the grey, dull day.

Passing cars have their headlights still lit-

unsure of what t do I follow suit.

I am stuck in traffic, the longwinded metal snake...

and staring at red lights I am feeling your mood,

your face in front of me like you stood there.

Unable to touch you I hold on to my wheel

and I do not see life. I see you overlapping my reality,

and real is what I feel.

My security pass is at the bottom of my bag

it makes a beeping sound.

Phone call after phone call, the day is half unwound,

messages appear on my screen.

Do the pub goers at Bluebrick know they can be seen

from my second storey window seat?

And staring at them and the passing clouds

I have a vision of us far away

in a beautiful woodland setting, where there are no crowds.

And I do not hear life, I hear you talking to

my mind, and my mind is one with you.

Food cannot be found in a company's canteen.

But it might fill your stomach if you dare.

Another cigarette is lit, the mobile checked,

sitting on a picnic bench

with a bunch of people like chicken

on some bizarre farmer's fence.

And hence-

looking at the display or the distant sky-

a slight feeling that you are near,

but no reason why,

no sound idea 

of what you do and where or when.

Back to more beeping and ticking and clucking,

to messages, calls and wondersome bookings

of people who want to go somewhere.

Back with the metal snake

barely having seen the sun, but tan that's fake,

my radio and cigarette for companionship

I sing goodbye to the grey, dull day

with almost a smile upon my lip.

Upon closing the curtain I fall asleep

a pillow to hug

and a book in case I cannot dream.

My mind and body are worn out and gone.

Unsure of what you do I send my thoughts your way

to see if I can feel and guess.

And it is almost done:

the vision, the feeling, the voice in my head;

Finally I will rest,

as drawing together like a Shakespear's Company

for the final act

you appear, you link with me, we find...

each other?

********** That Lisa was a Bad Old Hag***********

That Lisa was bad old hag

Everybody knew.

She had a cat called bladdersack

And ate nothing but stew.

At times they'd ride throughout the night,

Their broom would soar and whistle.

Lisa would sit in front alright,

The cat would grap a bristle.

One day the besom lost its pace

Before they understood,

They travelled down a fireplace,

Pitchblack because of soot.

"How can you dare?" the tenants cried.

Their youngest child was wheeping.

"Do not complain!" old Lisa said.

"You got free chimney sweeping!".

Another day she cursed a man who said she was no use.

His eyesight went all funny.

Why?

She fed him toadstool juice.

A shame nobody laughed out loud,

As Lisa then had done.

Infact, they were upset, the crowd.

And Lisa had to run.

She found a lovely hiding-place

In the forest's middle.

But judge O'Learry saw her face

And caught her, cat and fiddle.

"Before we lead you to be hanged

You might play on your fiddle."

Lisa faked a thankful smile

And she suppressed a giggle.

A soon's she held it in her hand,

She played a ghostly tune.

It jinxed all men, it jinxed the land

And changed the stars and moon.

They danced as if the devil played

And lost complete control.

They danced alone or man with maid

And moved toward a hole!

There on its edge the devil stood,

His shoulders shaking madly.

"Come be my guests and have a look,"

He laughed. "Folks, you dance badly!"

Happy they are and happy they fall

Into the world unknown.

Grown up men and children small

Till Lisa is alone.

So do not fight old ladies.

You would not stand a chance!

They conjure up the devil

And teach you how to dance.

*******  Obsidian Mirror *************( Februar 2007)

I am the opener of doors and

The light that shines upon your path

I am the timeless one of many ages

I am the faceless one of many masks

I am the strength that is born in mildness

I am the voice that speaks to you in silence

I am the giver of all vision and all dreams

You are a reflection in my Obsidian mirror

And in its deepest darkness

I am light

********** Under Nepalese Sky******** (Mai 2009)

One winter’s day, under Nepalese sky,

Past an old woman we walked by

Who crouched onto a nearby step

Lifting in hope her weary head

To see if this young girlish tourist

Would have some coinage for the poorest.

I cannot even guess her age

But in her lifespan, she was late.

She sat close to a temple sight

In patience, with her deep felt plight.

As soon as we came round the bend

She held out-stretched her ancient hand

And tried to tell me in distress

Some things at which I can but guess.

From her eyes you could quite see

That she had not a family,

Nor money, food or any roof,

Her garment was outworn and lose.

I thought if I were in her place

There’d be less calmness on my face.

But as I had just turned to help

My guide let out a frantic yelp

And pulled me to the stair flight’s end

To vanish round the other bend.

He seemed to think that her condition

Was like an illness spread by vision,

Or that should I be money-fetching

Her poverty was somehow catching.

So we went past, may I be forgiven,

Without much help to her condition.

My guide meanwhile was not concerned

Thinking money should be earned,

And spent the one he had just made

On a good drink and a full plate.

He found me nice, I have to say

And wondered if I would not stay.

And while he talked and ate his dish

Started to tell me about his wish.

I wish, he said, as my mother is ill

I had some money for  the doctor’s bill.

Business is hard and life is a mess,

so I have a bike but no money for gas.

If I had work, I could do better

And travel to your country, for that matter.

I would like to save some money, you know,

60 000 seems to me low.

And also I would like to own a house

To share with my children and my spouse.

But all the money that we gather,

Spending in Nepal it would be better.

I want to build my own company here

And travel between the countries each year.

He paused and added with charming smile

That he had always wanted a modern mobile

And that he just knew where to get one from

Only for this the lack of money was wrong.

I wondered, having listened  to this wordy duel

If he thought my name was „Wishfullfilling Jewel“.

Here was a man who was healthy and strong

With family and a bike and a home,

Who had no need to sit at temple sights

Didn’t need to beg for someone to be kind.

In ponderings I sometimes wonder and regret,

And wish towards the place once more where she had sat-

More honest beauty was in her distress

Than calculated friendliness!

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