Poetry

a poem
by One of Us * * * ah,
waiting to see your eyes.
But fog has grown thicker and tragic for you
Spread by the masters of lies. Human and monster — it’s our mix,
Look at your eyes in the mirror.
But it’s a mortally masterly fix
To get us all frozen in terror. All made to repeat what the liars…

by Otto Blüse
original translation from the German by Kaiser M. I WALKED A path of deep sorrow
And God’s grace appeared to be miles away. When I was greeted by a tree at meadow’s edge.
And at once, bright the land became again. Oh tree in spring! I lifted my tired head,
And a thousand bees hummed, pollinated…

THEY SAY you fell in the terrible fray
Which lasted from morning until the next day.
You lay there, among the pale bodies. I can’t believe that; I see you once more:
Your proud gestalt, golden mood evermore.
I feel them, all the dear memories. The day you came home I was faint, I was happy.
I basked in…

by Ray W. JOHANN Wolfgang von Goethe devoted half the Eighteenth Century
To a whole new approach to reality —
Nature is alive, not a bloodless mechanical toy
Or a bland, empty black void. Sinnlich-sittlich was this thinking man’s dual expression
To suggest outward form linked to inner…

by Broadhat We need:
The new authority.
Renew authority.

High trust
Self disciplined
Loyal to the Folk

Kings above,
Folk below,
Same blood, same soul, 
same destiny.

They compromised their loyalty,
They compromised their blood.

Neither fish nor fowl;
nor folk or fully foe.
Pity them, if pity have you…

Robert Frost by Robert Frost
from Steeple Bush (1947) Harrison loves my country too,
But wants it all made over new.
He’s Freudian Viennese by night.
By day he’s Marxian Muscovite.
It isn’t because he’s Russian Jew.
He’s Puritan Yankee through and through.
He dotes on Saturday pork and beans.
But his…