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Christmas, what's - Poetry of Friedrich grains

celebrate Christmas growing up, how, why? Persecuted
of clientele, fighting about money, the boss?
family dispute? Perhaps even worse?
Maybe lonely or unemployed,
tormented by questions about what will happen tomorrow? And then
tree and silent night, peace and joy? What
forward to but you know the way
from the stable in Bethlehem to Calvary.

And yet, he went the way of the carpenter, the
he knew beforehand, it is written.
What then are small everyday Golgotha? Can not
holiday Time that off'ne hands
bring us closer to all those who love us? That we
the neighbor who often try to cross
also accept, at least?
That Christmas light does not go out with the tree.

Where hands are still found, there is hope even in
a life on the bomb.
Where Hope is the ground can grow
Where love is love, joy comes all by itself

So then, let us celebrate with Ernst.

© Text Courtesy of Friedrich Grains. The artist and actor Friedrich grains, born in 1943, is a retired teacher and lives in Palatine Pirmasens.

raisonné Friedrich grains:
A gift for teachers Mueller? Weinheim, 1994
seat remained. Weinheim 1994
faith, love, and so on. Weinheim 1998
alone holds out the no! Weinheim 1999
CD: Stones and flowers. Laura Records, Eisenberg / Thuringia in 2005
CD: From the other side. Laura Records, Eisenberg / Thuringia in 2008
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Preparation H On Dogs Ok

poetry of Manfred Dechert - lovers

I am a lover
tomorrow morning which will burn your skin Your hands

be my hair, my eyes they are blinding us
us
lock broken inject revive
on their machines again
give birth to worse karma than as a dead dog
if they take my organs
feel I no longer your hair, your eyes look into my
Your Huh nde touch
No seeds for science crying out loud
before brain death separates us again tomorrow
us live without love dead
Be a lover now
your breasts cut off my hands they
coffin so-drum sizes vote
Let us be your lover crematoria
run again in reincarnation programs
laboratories meet their plan now thwart
your sweat instead of scalpels
now our hands now, our skin
Munder loves lovers are now loudly
Love the non-lover alive

About Manfred Dechert: http://raeuber77.de/Dechert.html
text courtesy of Manfred Dechert
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Rapid Heartbeat Even When Still

Christmas (short story by Monika students)

It was Christmas time - fell from the sky, the first heavy snow on the ground.
The sky was red, the angels bake cookies, which said at least before my mother.
I loved this season, the snow, the ice crystals which were characterized on the windows.
The clear, cold, starry night, the stove and the smell of biscuits, the holiday season.

Hardworking mother baked cookies. We helped with the children busy.
There were at this time nothing better than to outdo them and eat them.
Unfortunately they hid the mother in the closet in a box.
woe And, he came too close to someone, they grumbled, "No, No! They're for Christmas. "

We had to wait, it pretty much difficult for us. But only a few days then it was ready.
It remained mysterious. They wrapped the gifts, told us that Santa brought them.
We believed it.
One more day then it was ready. The tree was decorated so. Although many a ball broke but it was really fun. sleep

Once again, then it was time. We could not wait.
The next day we woke up as we thought the Christ child was already there.
But mother taught us, it would only tonight. Also still thought we should pass as time.
But then that's suddenly evening, we all rejoiced.

Literature with Monika P.
The special event - anthology
Published for the twenty-year anniversary of publishing Imke Hirsch
Frankfurt Literature Verlag GmbH
446 pages, softcover
€ 24.00 ;
ISBN 978-3-8372-0122-2

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