Poem No. 75: “You will never see Me fall” by Joyce Alcantara

Gedichte, poems

You may see me struggle, 
but you won’t see me fall. 
Regardless if I’m weak or not, 
I’m going to stand tall. 

Everyone says life is easy, 
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard, 
people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot. 

I’m going to wear the biggest smile, 
even though I want to cry. 
I’m going to fight to live,
even though I’m destined to die. 
And even though it’s hard 
and I may struggle through it all,
you may see me struggle…
but you will NEVER see me fall.

Haiku No. 52: Wide World (Weite Welt)

Gedichte, poems, Reisen, Travel
Bettina Hoebenreich.jpg

Bettina Hoebenreich (German Globetrotter)
isabelle_explorer

Isabelle Eberhardt

WIDE WORLD

World is vast and wide.
So much out there to explore.
Right now, let’s have lunch.

WEITE WELT

Die Welt ist gewaltig und weit.
So viel da draußen zu entdecken.
Fürs Erste, lass uns zu Mittag essen.

About Isabelle Eberhardt – Famous Explorer & Adventurer

Born and dubbed ‘illigetimate’ to her Aristocratic mother in Switzerland, Eberhardt’s life was short but certainly well-lived. Due to a family affair, Isabelle’s paternity remained a secret, and from the off, her life was steeped in secrecy and financial struggle. What’s a girl to do when she’s not wanted? Become one of the most famous explorers of all time.

The path was not going to be easy however, and Eberhardt found her female status in the 1800s slightly exacerbating in terms of traversing the world. As such, she dressed as a man, learnt several languages, and severed ties with her shattered family, and left for Africa.

Before long, Eberhardt’s experiences left her on a spirtual journey as well as a literal one, and adopted the pseudonym Si Mahmoud Essad on her quest for a more ‘free life’. She converted to Islam in order to be truly accepted in Arab society. She died at 27 in a flash-flood. Although tragically young, she died doing what she loved best – going somewhere.

Beautiful Creatures No. 35: Icelandic Horses

Creatures, Nature, Reisen, Travel
Bildergebnis für Iceland pony
Islandic Horses – A National Treasure
Once a horse has left the island, it is not allowed to return anymore. to protect the domestic horse population.
Bildergebnis für Iceland pony
Bad hair day? Never heard of it.

Iceland Ponies…Time for a Declaration of Love.

They are real buddies and free spirits, who astonishingly seek and seem to enjoy the company of humans.

Loyal, friendly, affectionate, curious, smart, extraordinary relaxed and even-tempered, super-cute, strong personalities, cooperative and resilient….these are the characteristics which pop up immediately if people think of Islandic horses.

To put it in a nutshell – Islandic Horses are truely beautiful creatures!

Bildergebnis für Icelandic pony cuddling
Brin, A Sleeping Beauty
Only Islandic horses are capable to perform a 5th pace, called “TÖLT”. Due to the fact that always one foot is on ground, this pace results in a stable forward movement that is very comfortable for the Human.
Bildergebnis für Island ponies in winter
The Islandic Horses are living in herds in their natural habitat. During summertime they live independently in the uplands and in the wintertime in the valleys where they are additionally fed by their owners
Bildergebnis für Island ponies in winter
How are you, little one?
Bildergebnis für Icelandic horses at the black beach
Reynisfjara Black Sand Beach
Bildergebnis für resting with icelandic horses
Resting with Sláni

Poem No. 46: “For You My Love” by Jaques Prevert

Gedichte, poems, Uncategorized
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For You My Love

I went to the market, where they sell birds
and I bought some birds
for you
my love
I went to the market, where they sell flowers
and I bought some flowers
for you
my love
I went to the market, where they sell chains
and I bought some chains
heavy chains
for you
my love
And then I went to the slave market
and I looked for you
but I did not find you there 
my love

Poem No. 7: “I Am Not Yours” (Ich bin nicht dein) by Sara Teasdale

Gedichte, poems, Uncategorized

I Am Not Yours

By Sara Teasdale

I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love - put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.

Haiku Nr. 9: Liked (Gemocht Werden)

arts, Gedichte, humor, poems, Psychologie, psychology, Technology, Tipps

liked

 

 

 

 

(No classical 5-7-5 Style Haiku)

I want to be liked
so desparately that
I own everything
but myself.
Ich möchte gemocht werden
so verzweifelt, dass
ich alles besitze,
nur nicht mich.