I want to fly away by thepoetryofwaves

Ich möchte hinwegfliegen

über das, was sie sagen

und doch kann ich nicht aufhören 

zuzuhören

dazugehören zu wollen

auch mit Flügeln

auch mit dir

vor allem damit

was ich möchte 

ich kann nicht sehen

nur spüren

wie ein Wind mich dahin trägt

wo alle Münder ein Lied singen

I want to fly away

about what they say

and yet I can't stop listening

to want to belong

also with wings

also with you

especially with it

what I want

I cannot see

only feel

like a wind carries me there

where all mouths sing a song

My head, it's a room by Peter-T. Schulz (Ulli)

I want to stop being cold all the time

and yet to pretend to be warm.

What I feel like doing, is to lose something

and someone would grin and take my arm.

My head, it's a room,

in which two chairs stand.

I'm sitting on one of them

and on the other there is nobody to be seen ...

I want to stop carrying my head so high

that others can only see it from afar.

What I feel like doing, is to hear that friends say

with me, you could go to hell.

I want to stop knowing everything exactly

when I don't even know who bites whom in life.

What I feel like doing, is with someone between a pillow

guess three times what his name is in the back.

I want to stop looking for something

that I will probably never find

(maybe because it's on my neck.)

What I want is a pancake

and someone sitting across from me.

My head, it's a room ...

Newcomers by Doreen

We are all newcomers on this ancient rock,
This granite shield of life and latitude.
Your way to roam with the herd, the seasons,
Watch for the signs,
Ours to impose our tribal order,
Dismembering the nation before.
A purple burble of hurt, written in blood and stone,
A history too painful to bear,
Atonement a dream.

A Postcrosser's Ode to Margaret Rutherford, the original "Miss Marple" by revode

An amateur detective,
I've faced all kinds of crimes;
From London to the countryside,
I've solved them many times.
I use my magnifying glass
to search for every clue;
From China, France, and Canada,
Madagascar, too;
I question every subject,
interview them all,
From Sweden, Brazil, Mexico,
Italy, Nepal;
But finally I scuba-dived
Aussie's Great Barrier Reef;
and finally solved the mystery
Of my missing teeth!

Poem of Anna Achmatowa by Ninotschka's Mum

Herz ist nicht an Herz gekettet,
Wenn du möchtest - kannst du gehn.
Wie auf Rosen ist gebettet,
Der da frei geht seinen Weg.

Kein Geheule, keine Klagen,
Glücklich werd ich niemals sein!
Küss mich nicht, bin müd, verzagt,
Mich küsst nur der Tod allein.

Quälte mich so lange Tage
Mit dem Winter, der so weiß...
Warum bist du besser, sag es,
Als der Mann, der mir verheissen?




Heart is not chained to heart,
If you want - you can go.
As is bedded on roses,
He's going his own way.

No howling, no complaints,
I will never be happy!
Do not kiss me, I'm tired, despondent,
Only death alone kisses me.

Tormented me for so many days
With winter so white ...
Why are you better, say it,
As the man who was promised me?

Shine in me by magenta

Among the awe-inspiring mountains,
I found it.
The most brilliant thing in my life,
which will continue to shine in me.