We live in unpleasant times, so the poems are also as gloomy as the sky in Lauchringen.
Agony
The provinces lie in agony,
Enemies are many, friends none.
Blessings are many, the dead are too near.
Not even dreams are left.
How many more angels can heaven send?
They all strode outrageously through the land
In search of something that is no more
That is life –
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Neighbours
Even the blessed time
Has been spoiled by evil neighbours
And where otherwise earth rests,
Heavenly peace has been shattered:
The main thing is to stay true to oneself
To be chunky instead of empathetic and
Ostentious
With what you have
Or actually don’t –
Some people just grab it.
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Cronyism
Cronyism keeps life lies alive
In a necromantic manner,
Over generations, it suppresses the truth
And all sorts of third-rate characters
Are flushed up to top positions by it.
Basically, cronyism camouflages corruption
Under the guise of alleged friendship,
A parasitism of people who are basically egoists,
A proliferation, which, while not completely
Destroying a society from within,
Weakens the community to the point
That the common wealth and the good in people
Cannot come into their own.
A sense of duty and separation of powers
As well as the unconditional will to
Truthfulness, paired with civil courage
Are the only cure for
Such a social disease.
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Summer Dies …
Summer dies
First in our hearts
The shine is fading,
The fruits fall awkwardly.
No matter how many distant stars we seek,
They blink unclouded and twinkle, coldly
As the rain drips
When our sentiments
Are gone.
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Eternity of Heart
Evil always finds ways to infiltrate and
Corrupt the good – even if it is only through
The infantile idea of self-perfection!
I am averse to the idea
Of worshipping youth and perfection.
For power does not lie in crystalline perfection,
But in living being. If one wants to give meaning
To the suffering in the world and to transience,
Then perhaps it lies in negating
This false solution from the outset.
Vanity: We cannot live forever because
That is not the heaven that is intended for us.
Because we are not marble statues or polished gems,
Not ghosts, but connected spirits.
Ours is not the eternity of time,
But of the heart.
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A Fairy’s Wisdom
If you really want to harm a person,
Then simply fulfil his wishes.
Because people rarely wish
For what they really need,
But usually only for things
They don’t have yet.
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Confidence
The power of confidence
Is a force that creates life.
It arises from something greater,
Within you, but not from you,
It’s a source that flows through you,
A wave that carries you.
You don’t have to invent it yourself.
You will be found.
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