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. 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.

Poem No. 17: “The Plum Tree” (Der Pflaumenbaum) by Bertolt Brecht (1898 – 1957)

Gedichte, Insights, Kunst
Japanese Plum Tree

Der Pflaumenbaum

Im Hofe steht ein Pflaumenbaum, 
Der ist so klein, man glaubt es kaum. 
Er hat ein Gitter drum, 
So tritt ihn keiner um. 
Der Kleine kann nicht größer wer’n, 
Ja – größer wer’n, das möcht’ er gern! 
‘s ist keine Red davon: 
Er hat zu wenig Sonn’. 

Dem Pflaumenbaum, man glaubt ihm kaum, 
Weil er nie eine Pflaume hat. 
Doch er ist ein Pflaumenbaum: 
Man kennt es an dem Blatt.

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The Plum Tree


In the courtyard stands a plum tree,
It’s so small, no one believes it.
It has a fence around it,
So no one can stomp on it.
The little tree can’t grow,
Yes – it wants to grow!
No one talks about it;
It gets too little sun.

No one believes it’s a plum tree
Because it doesn’t have a single plum.
But it is a plum tree;
You can tell by its leaf.

Ähnliches Foto
Afghanistan – Girl among boys.

Poem No. 193: “Poem For My Husband Liu Xiaobo” – by Liu Xia (2009 China, now Germany) in Deutsch & English

Gedichte, poems, Reisen, Travel, Uncategorized
Liu Xia, poet and wife of Nobel Laureate 2010 Liu Xiaobo who died in Chinese prison

You tell, and tell, and tell, tell
– the truth.
tell the truth day and night,
as long as you`re awake.

You are locked in a room,
your words
– spread there outside.

The shooting 20 years ago
put the final nail in the coffin (“set the seal on your fate”).
You will always live within death.

You love your companions
– but on the dark times,
She has experienced jointly with you,
you` re even prouder.

You admonish her
to hold on
and to still write you poems
after death.

The poems consists of silence
– so silent.

Du sagst, und sagst, und sagst, sagst
– die Wahrheit
sagst sie am Tag
und in der Nacht,
so lange du wach bist.

Du bist in einem Zimmer eingeschlossen,
deine Worte
– verbreiten sich draußen.
Die Schüsse vor 20 Jahren,
haben dein Schicksal
besiegelt.

Du wirst immer im Tod
leben
Du liebst deine Gefährten
– aber bist noch stolzer
auf die dunklen Zeiten,
die Sie mit dir erlebt hat.

Du ermahnst Sie,
durchzuhalten
und dir auch nach deinem Tod
Gedichte zu schreiben.

Die Gedichte bestehen aus Stille
– so still.

Poem No. 80: “Changing The Past” by Donna

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology
“Letting Go” – Lantern Festival / Thailand

The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened, 
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime 
Happens for reasons unknown,
So you have to let the cards unfold. 
Let your story be shown.

Don’t get wrapped up in the negative.
Be happy with what you have been given.
Live for today not tomorrow.
Get up, get out, and start living,

Because the past is the past for a reason.
It’s been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It’s done, it’s unchangeable; move on.

Poem No. 184: “To A Child Dancing In The Wind” – by William Butler Yeats

Gedichte, poems

DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water’s roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;
Being young you have not known
The fool’s triumph, nor yet
Love lost as soon as won,
Nor the best laborer dead
And all the sheaves to bind.
What need have you to dread
The monstrous crying of wind! 

Poem No. 183: “Patience, Though I have not” – by Sir Thomas Wyatt

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology

Patience, though I have not 
   The thing that I require, 
I must of force, God wot, 
   Forbear my most desire; 
For no ways can I find   
To sail against the wind. 

Patience, do what they will 
   To work me woe or spite, 
I shall content me still 
   To think both day and night, 
To think and hold my peace, 
Since there is no redress. 

Patience, withouten blame, 
   For I offended nought; 
I know they know the same, 
   Though they have changed their thought. 
Was ever thought so moved 
To hate that it hath loved? 

Patience of all my harm, 
   For fortune is my foe; 
Patience must be the charm 
   To heal me of my woe: 
Patience without offence 
Is a painful patience.   

Shared No. 126: “Left-wing sting brings down right-wing government in Austria” — by The Wentworth Report

Insights
ex Chancellor Sebastian Kurz (ÖVP) and ex Vice Chancellor Strache (FPÖ)
Austrians demonstrating…on the signs: “Die Regierung ist Korrupt” (the government is corrupt.); “Pfui” (Uugh!); “Es reicht” (enough); “Strache, Neo Nazi” (Strache = now ex Vice Chancellor)
It is all about not letting ourselves separate from each other to maintain influence.
On the signs: “Die Regierung ist korrupt” (the government is corrupt); “Sebastian – your government, your responsibility” (Sebastian Kurz = now ex Chancellor of Austria); “Resignation, Now”; “Strache, Neo Nazi”.
Vienna
The Austrian EU vote 2019
ÖVP – the centre
SPÖ – Socialists
FPÖ – right wing
Grüne – Environmentalits
NEOS – left-wing

Poem No. 180: “The Panther” (Der Panther) – by Rainer Maria Rilke (Germany 1902)

Creatures, Gedichte, poems

The Panther

His gaze against the sweeping of the bars
has grown so weary, it can hold no more.
To him, there seem to be a thousand bars
and back behind those thousand bars no world.

The soft the supple step and sturdy pace,
that in the smallest of all circles turns,
moves like a dance of strength around a core
in which a mighty will is standing stunned.

Only at times the pupil’s curtain slides
up soundlessly — . An image enters then,
goes through the tensioned stillness of the limbs —
and in the heart ceases to be.

German

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäben keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im aller kleinsten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf –. Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille –
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.