Tag Archives: Poetry

Haiku Flow May 2014

A falling raindrop You were standing to the wind The song of the woods Meadowlark at dawn It is shifting with it’s place The sound of the earth Sleeping blue heron I am whispering with the tide The whispers of … Continue reading

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Before the Snow

T’was all new Ice-bound the heart, I can not hear the birds singing, Dressed in silver forest. Under a leaden sky calm, Infinity vicious circle. Snowflakes fly The kingdom of cold lead for themselves. Cold wind and gnashing of forests, … Continue reading

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Bevor der Schnee

Es war alles neuDas Herz Ice- gebunden ,Ich kann nicht hören, die Vögel singen ,Gekleidet in Silber Wald. Unter einem bleiernen Himmel ruhig,Unendlich Teufelskreis.Schneeflocken fliegenDas Reich der Kaltleiter für sich. Kalter Wind und Knirschen der Wälder ,Nicht eine Seele , … Continue reading

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A Broken Life

The mort of a spinning heart Gliding in an orchard of lost souls A hermit forcing A time and world perturbed A method; ethic Destroy a cast spirit Bound in ink dripped lies Ruling dark Destitute upon his own shores … Continue reading

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A Goyim’s Regret

Money and lies Streets with dead eyes Sacrifice with a golden rod As a undefiled queen to our new found gods Heil this coming Ashen dawn Into great silence a gentile pawn Our destitute and senseless pain A torpid flame … Continue reading

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After…

After the Thunder Rising Sol of what once was From high places Confined in the ides of March A melancholy spirit Within this small room Escaping Head held high He escapes the weight of darkness Tears; tears from the eyes … Continue reading

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Alpine Valleys

Breathing is becoming strong, ice and wind break the silence of the awestruck vastness surrounding me… From the cliff, my sight is lost beyond Ancient carved rocks, memories of a past ardour Forebears strike my memory. Inert the remote valleys … Continue reading

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