Emil And The Big Sisters

Monday, December 14, 2009

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
Pressenet www.pressenet.info

Saturday, December 5, 2009

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

© Text Courtesy of Monika pupils Pressenet

Saturday, November 14, 2009

How To Change Trustee

Erlistete needs - A short story by Friedrich grains

Hadubrand Blass pushed letters, catalogs and pipe accessories on his living room table aside to make room for the phone. The coffee mug he set off as a precaution on the windowsill.

"No, Samantha, child," he whispered it into the phone, "you do not disturb me. Quite the contrary. I am always when a call from both of you. "

" However, I have just time anyway. In the garden before Christmas would make even some winter ready, but to me, the weather is too disgusting.'s "

" No, it's nothing. Since only one catalog is dropped. "
What was there for a silvery thing on the catalog page? Looked like a thermos bottle. That would perhaps ... The award with two shot down! Still affordable, but would have something decent.

"But, of course I listen to you. But an old man is not always the case with quickly. "

" Yes, my coffee time, but now that's of absolutely no role. "

" No, no, no, not really. Oh, you know, now I wait anyway until the Italian opens in the pedestrian zone. "

"In any case, not even German filter coffee today."

"I do not now. There's: "And when he get word for word from his memory, he read the black print from the catalog in front, stood over the silvery thing" ;. espresso, cappuccino, latte macchiato, even creamy chocolate "

" Makkjato does that mean? Not Matschiato? So! "

" No, I have not tried, ... uh, the only way yet. "

"With little sister after shopping, or to the Italians sit together? The one must still make it! "

" do you also never? You are still young. "

" Everything would be one after a bit much. "

" Of course, Munich is more expensive than here. "

" Yes, I have heard. When you ring's, well, see you soon! "

, Mr. Blass on the phone and raised his arm with a Boris Becker-winner fist.

"Did I got you, my sweet? Well, in war and in love everything is permitted. And to love one too sometimes the right gift! "

Christmas dinner the table was cleared in the living room of Mr. Blass clean. In the light of a multi-armed candelabra, he reverently opened the Christmas package to his daughter Samantha. On top was a nice card.

Mr. Blass long regarded the picture, then turned the card over and read:

"Dear Daddy,
the gift for you I found in a catalog for specific innovations. Fortunately Random! Now you do not need to trudge through each horrible weather, if you want to drink even espresso, cappuccino, latte macchiato or creamy chocolate. To try out, I like so I bought a thing. Manu and sister also one gets for Christmas. "

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

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Dr Arvind Poswal Hair Restoration Clinic

poetry of Friedrich grains - Mute pain

pain that does not scream hunts
to freedom of thought,
jackdaws in the chimney
fluttering and screaming, helplessly looking
light.
clouds of soot.
wings crumple, furrow
the stone. Sometimes

but gracious
imagination
shakes her veil
dream woven.
drops fall out of it,
soothing tears
falling through blackness
sparkling stars are shining in
springs
stones.
night birds, enchanted
in soft colorful butterflies fluttering in the twilight

they weave tales,
Alas, when the strip-wing
Wahrheitsglut!