{"id":83,"date":"2015-07-27T09:53:24","date_gmt":"2015-07-27T07:53:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/anniesonnenberg.de\/wordpress\/?page_id=83"},"modified":"2022-06-09T18:19:26","modified_gmt":"2022-06-09T16:19:26","slug":"lyrical-musings","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/anniesonnenberg.de\/wordpress\/lyrik\/lyrical-musings\/","title":{"rendered":"Lyrical Musings (English)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Enjoy verses from Everyman’s everyday life!
\n<\/strong>\ud83d\ude09
\nAlthough we may not be able to change the world entirely,
\nthe funny thing is that still it’s worth a try.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Desire<\/strong><\/p>\n

Can we dig out childlike imagination,
\nrefined from evil thoughts and hate,
\ntake the power out of our rage
\nand let it go wherever it will go,
\nbereft of all its skill, de-crafted?<\/p>\n

Can we achieve purified innocence?
\nThat shining light,
\nso finely shaped,
\nin delicate immensity
\ntrustworthy, yet unhuntable,
\nremains forever before our inner eyes,<\/p>\n

lovingly calling.<\/p>\n

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Miracle<\/strong><\/p>\n

Why is the truth so seldom eloquent?
\nBecause, gathered in shy array,
\nconfronting divine intensity
\nhuman sounds die away.<\/p>\n

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Bliss<\/strong><\/p>\n

Wherefrom original joy I draw
\nis when in other\u2019s poems I find
\na piece of my own soul and mind
\nre-written<\/p>\n

Revealing beyond the surface of its words
\nsome hidden truth from down the soul of man<\/p>\n

Or is it just an anchorchain
\nwith anchors at both ends
\nthat links me to a fellow poet,<\/p>\n

A soul that yearns for love and truth like mine,
\nyearns to feel the virgin beauty of Creation
\nCreative power of virginity
\nInnocent though sinful,<\/p>\n

that received one day eternal knowledge
\nno one can take away –<\/p>\n

– like me?<\/p>\n

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The Finest Coat Of All<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201eFur coats of any colour\u201c,
\nthe furrier cried out.
\n\u201eMink, hare, wolf, polecat, marten,
\nnought to complain about.\u201c<\/p>\n

The customers were staring
\nat furry works of art.
\nThe cold, sterile perfection
\nno glance at them did dart.<\/p>\n

Nobody dared to talk of that.
\nEach voice a sharpened knife,
\nthey touched the well-sewn masterpieces
\nwhilst dreaming about life.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly a grey-clothed and
\ndistinguished shopping-goer
\nstood still, stopped, pointed hastily
\nat something on the floor.<\/p>\n

\u201eThese shining eyes on fox-red ground –
\n– they sing of joy in life.
\nThis is the finest fur of all!\u201c
\n– And the fox barked in answer, approving.<\/p>\n

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Sometimes<\/strong><\/p>\n

When at times a female soul perceives
\nthat although she\u2019s happy with her life
\na single somebody to talk to
\nis both needed and around –
\n– someone to tell the secret, mystic thoughts to
\nthat only diaries are likely to keep hidden,
\nthose precious sensations, flashes of the truth
\nthat have to be spread because they\u2019re true,
\n\"\"<\/a><\/span>of which every flower sings a song
\n\"\"<\/a><\/span>that children can decipher easily
\n\"\"<\/a><\/span>(a skill that adults struggle to regain),
\nsomeone to reveal her thoughts to without sacrifice,
\n\"\"<\/a><\/span>for it\u2019s the same that other soul has felt –
\n– then, from universal subjectivity,
\nsome well-loved verses may spring up.<\/p>\n

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Across<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019ll draw a cross for every man
\nwho died at Wounded Knee,
\nfor every woman, every child.
\nMay through my poetry<\/p>\n

rise up a tiny wooden cross
\nfor all the world to see:
\nThere was a trusting unborn child
\nwho died at Wounded Knee.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll paint a cross for him who said
\nhe couldn\u2019t keep in touch
\nwith his vivid sense of sanctity
\nhe once had loved so much.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll paint a cross for everyone
\nwho\u2019s crucified this day
\nthrough arms, through words, through disbelief
\nor through the loss of way.<\/p>\n

Too great a task for me to serve
\ninnumerable \u2018yous\u2019 –
\nI\u2019ll paint a single cross to see
\nwithin my poetry.
\nIn verse I\u2019ll write a single cross:
\na prayer they deserve.<\/p>\n

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Spring<\/strong><\/p>\n

Lo and behold! The littl\u2019 one holds the flower!
\nA deadlocked child finds room for joyful playing.
\nThose bursting buds give way to resurrection –
\nbreathe! It\u2019s Easter time again.<\/p>\n

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The Baby Dragon<\/strong><\/p>\n

(also to be read on Dec 25th<\/sup>)<\/p>\n

The eyes of the dragon
\nhave risen again
\nto the height
\nof their threatening might –<\/p>\n

yet carefully hidden,
\nthereby not to cause
\nthe protected
\nto take refuge in flight.<\/p>\n

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To my friends, the polar bears<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

A gentle whisper\u2019s running through the arctic;
\n<\/span>timeless, yet in time.
\n<\/span>Unmoving.<\/span><\/p>\n

A calming drone\u2019s pulsating in the arctic.
\n<\/span>Transcending.
\n<\/span>Wisdom of the whales.<\/span><\/p>\n

A song is floating all across the arctic;
\n<\/span>transferring back to good:
\n<\/span>Life of all.<\/span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

A whirling wind meanders through the arctic,
\n<\/span>in and out of time –
\n<\/span>fabric of the aeons, and their heart.<\/span><\/p>\n

A tender breathing washes through the arctic.
\n<\/span>Prophets ride auroras.
\n<\/span>Grounded.<\/span><\/p>\n

Eternal voices sing life in the arctic,
\n<\/span>transforming stillness:
\n<\/span>Serene.<\/span><\/p>\n

A whisper wavers through the arctic.
\n<\/span>Stillness in motion.
\n<\/span>All is well.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Literally Letters<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019m sending you a piece of my heart:
\nIn a language that I love
\nI\u2019m writing to a friend I love
\nabout those basic elements of life
\nI love so much.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sending you a piece of my heart:
\nemblems of my world,
\n\"\"<\/a><\/span>present just as much as past.
\nAnd now, what\u2019s left for you to do
\nis draw from them the underlying spirit
\n\"\"<\/a><\/span>that transcends their earthly shapes.<\/p>\n

Imagine that they brought to you
\nthe sweet ringing of a church-bell,
\nmake you conscious of the gift of love and friendship
\nand remind you of the beauty of creation.<\/p>\n

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Nerdy
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The moment you enter the woods, wonders emerge.
\nBlue microneurae playing hover-on-the-path.
\nOdours, tangy, from the womb of the Earth,
\nfermented hay meeting sweet leafy freshness.
\nSunlit patches adorning the forest with light, the symbol of life
\non the acid yet fertile, peaceful soil. A shelter for every soul.<\/p>\n

We have not forgotten the sense of danger
\ntaught to us by thousands and thousands of years
\nof shunning bramble-lined thickets.
\nYet fear is encased in vivid solidity, base of the world.
\nSparrows hopping along with me, red kites sailing on the fringe of the green:
\nDinosaurs everywhere.<\/p>\n

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Paddy’s Promise<\/strong><\/p>\n

Rose of the lilies, lily of the woods,
\nthy humble servant ever will I be.<\/p>\n

Thy presence doth exceed an earldom\u2019s goods,
\nmay mine bring ever love and joy to thee.<\/p>\n

Let me beneath thy chamber sing my airs,
\nfor ever from afar watch over thine affairs.<\/p>\n

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Une petite id\u00e9e
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Climate Protection: A Long-Standing Thought<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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My Blues (Poetry Version)<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonight I\u2019ve got the blues on my mind,
\nand I wonder – would you lend me your ear, just for a little while?
\nI\u2019m sitting here alone in my room,
\nand I need someone to talk to – could it be you\u2026?<\/p>\n

Let me tell you all about those thoughts that came to my mind
\nwhile my heart kept me alive here in my seal\u00e9d room;
\nI realize I’m not that sad about my blues tonight\u2026
\nYet I would like to bring some joy into the blues.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sitting here right by your side
\nand still can\u2019t get the blues off my mind.
\nI wonder – will this go on forever\u2026?
\nNow, here’s a thought that might keep me excited:<\/p>\n

What would you say if you knew what I am thinking,
\nwhat would you do if I forever had the blues\u2026?
\nNow, let me tell you I\u2019m so glad I\u2019ve got the blues tonight,
\nAnd allow me to bring joy into the blues!<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve got a firm grip on the blues, I’m holding on with all my might
\nand don\u2019t think I will ever let go.
\nGuess I fell in love with my precious blues tonight\u2026
\nPlease allow me to bring joy into those blue eyes –<\/p>\n

Yeah, from now on I\u2019ll have those blue eyes
\non my mind!<\/p>\n

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After A Visit To The Roots Of Belief (Poetry Version)<\/strong><\/p>\n

A strong wish for some kind of unity
\nslowly creeps up in my mind;
\nit springs from the deep, hidden pools of my heart,
\nthose pools of life-long desire
\nthat\u2019ve been nurtured by secrets of truth.<\/p>\n

Questing for truth means standing alone,
\nperpetual questioning of right –
\nbut it also means, sometimes, if only for a while,
\nstaying calm, and feeling warm
\nnear those people who then feel the same.<\/p>\n

Continuous striving for flashes of truth –
\n– is it worthwhile the struggling inside?
\nI’ve seen war born from asking some people
\nto interpret the reasons for their hope.
\nCult should serve truth, not replace it.<\/p>\n

So\u2026 why not listen and trust in the lessons
\nof my own life?<\/p>\n

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