Lyrische Anwandlungen von Niarts und Freunden.
The Four Angels
Everywhere is night, there is no light in the world – and that annoyed me. Therefore, I sent out four angels into the world, which should dispel the darkness.
Lyrische Anwandlungen von Niarts und Freunden.
Everywhere is night, there is no light in the world – and that annoyed me. Therefore, I sent out four angels into the world, which should dispel the darkness.
Once again, it is Good Friday, a day on which we become aware of the End, a day in which it becomes apparent that even sons of God can end up on the cross. That makes […]
As part of World Poetry Day 2021, some more English poems have been composed, using Pexels graphics to create visual poetics.
Am Sonntag, den 21. März 2021 findet der Welttag der Poesie statt, eine literarische Form, die durch die digitalen Netze und Poetry Slams neu aufgeblüht ist.
Over the days I have been delving a little into nordic fairy tales and their illustrations, including those by John Bauer. And while I was immersed in them, thinking about humanity, I wrote some more verses…
Three new poems grow in the nights of winter. And here they are:
Some people actually imagine heaven as a paradise garden in the clouds with tired angels in it, a big golden garden fence in front and Saint Peter as an usher. I don’t. I have an idea […]
Midwinter is just around the corner, a time of fading lights and deep hope for better times. A phase of inner reflection: time to review, time for enlightenment, for dreaming.
Once again risen from the dead, well, not quite yet, some words trickle down from the autumnal lyric tree – say it in English, please…
August is the stargazing month, full of hopes, dreams and maybe, a little bit vacation. Another four poems…
June is the month of justice, through its enlightenment and because the sun is now highest. Loving is not for reason, morality does not serve personal happiness. Utility is neither an ethical nor an aesthetic value. […]
It’s June, the time of light, lavender and lyrics…
Whenever you think things can’t get worse, they even get worse.
I just wrote a few more poems or lyrics, if someone would write a melody on it – it would have to be a very sad one though…
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