Haiku No. 52: Wide World (Weite Welt)

Gedichte, poems, Reisen, Travel
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Bettina Hoebenreich (German Globetrotter)
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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.

Poem No. 152: “The Journey” by Mary Oliver

Gedichte, poems

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

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.

Poem No. 137: “I used to be a roller coaster girl” by Jessica Moore

Gedichte, poems
I used to be a roller coaster girl 
7 times in a row
No vertigo in these skinny legs
My lipstick bubblegum pink
                     As my panther 10 speed.

never kissed

Nappy pigtails, no-brand gym shoes
White lined yellow short-shorts

Scratched up legs pedaling past borders of
humus and baba ganoush
Masjids and liquor stores
City chicken, pepperoni bread
and superman ice cream
                                     Cones.
Yellow black blending with bits of Arabic
Islam and Catholicism.

My daddy was Jesus
My mother was quiet
Jayne Kennedy was worshipped
by my brother Mark

I don’t remember having my own bed before 12.
Me and my sister Lisa shared.

Sometimes all three Moore girls slept in the Queen.

You grow up so close
never close enough.

I used to be a roller coaster girl
Wild child full of flowers and ideas
Useless crushes on polish boys
in a school full of white girls.

Future black swan singing
Zeppelin, U2 and Rick Springfield

Hoping to be Jessie’s Girl

I could outrun my brothers and
Everybody else to that

reoccurring line

I used to be a roller coaster girl
Till you told me I was moving too fast
Said my rush made your head spin
My laughter hurt your ears

A scream of happiness
A whisper of freedom
Pouring out my armpits
Sweating up my neck

You were always the scared one
I kept my eyes open for the entire trip
Right before the drop I would brace myself
And let that force push my head back into

That hard iron seat

My arms nearly fell off a few times
Still, I kept running back to the line
When I was done
Same way I kept
running back to you

I used to be a roller coaster girl
I wasn’t scared of mountains or falling
Hell, I looked forward to flying and dropping
Off this earth and coming back to life

every once in a while

I found some peace in being out of control
allowing my blood to race
through my veins for 180 seconds

I earned my sometime nicotine pull
I buy my own damn drinks & the ocean
Still calls my name when it feels my toes
Near its shore.

I still love roller coasters
& you grew up to be
Afraid
of all girls
                     who cld ride
Fearlessly
like me.

Poem No. 133: “Sweet Independence” by an Unknown Author

Gedichte, poems, Uncategorized

every day, take our lives for granted
walking, running, unaware of strife
sometimes without any real purpose
never looking seriously at life

trying to look good in the worlds view
helping people in faraway lands
a blind eye, our societies curse
those less fortunate, our own homelands

trying to live in a world of normal
was only by chance I found her out
close by don’t even know she exists
deserves so much more without a doubt

never reaches out to ask for help
day in day out calmly carries on
each task commits a painstaking chore 
struggling her best, dexterity gone

no matter how hard she finds each step
determination wills itself heard
full independence raises its head
quiet, unobtrusive her preferred

Poem No. 123: “Phenomenal Woman” by Maya Angelou

Gedichte, poems

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size 
But when I start to tell them, 
They think I’m telling lies. 
I say, 
It’s in the reach of my arms 
The span of my hips, 
The stride of my step, 
The curl of my lips. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

I walk into a room 
Just as cool as you please, 
And to a man, 
The fellows stand or 
Fall down on their knees. 
Then they swarm around me, 
A hive of honey bees. 
I say, 
It’s the fire in my eyes, 
And the flash of my teeth, 
The swing in my waist, 
And the joy in my feet. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Men themselves have wondered 
What they see in me. 
They try so much 
But they can’t touch 
My inner mystery. 
When I try to show them 
They say they still can’t see. 
I say, 
It’s in the arch of my back, 
The sun of my smile, 
The ride of my breasts, 
The grace of my style. 
I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Now you understand 
Just why my head’s not bowed. 
I don’t shout or jump about 
Or have to talk real loud. 
When you see me passing 
It ought to make you proud. 
I say, 
It’s in the click of my heels, 
The bend of my hair, 
the palm of my hand, 
The need of my care, 
‘Cause I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me.

Poem No. 104: “Before I …” by I. K. Patanwala

Gedichte, poems
Unknown Indian Woman

Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is to love yourself,
To find the wholeness that you seek.

Before I knew the light, 
I have had my fair share of darkness, too,
Where my world fell into a hopelessness
And I didn’t know how to get through.

For I have known the tears it takes,
The courage to stand up again,
When you are broken down and bruised
And you know nothing but the pain.

You forget to appreciate love,
If you haven’t seen the hate,
Till you forget the meaning of smile and laughter,
And your heart is left abate.

I have known the strength and courage
It requires to get it right,
To face the things that hold you down
And hold your head up and fight.

Before I was who I am now,
I was someone I didn’t want to be.
I was lost, battered, and defeated,
Before I knew how to be me!

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.