Leseproben

 

"Poesie ist Wahrheit, die in Schönheit wohnt."

(Robert Gilfillan)

 

"Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking."

(John Wain)

The things I thought I’d never do

 

Never cheat 
And never lie
Or wish for someone else to die

 

Never give up
And stop believing
Or stand opposed a world deceiving

 

Never be broken
And ripped apart
Or have to mend my broken heart 

 

Never grow old -
But be young forever
And never have to face Death - ever

 

Never suffer
And never fall
Or struggle to get up at all

 

Never lose
And never fail 
Or into wrong directions sail

 

Never look back
And mourn the past
Or ask time not to go that fast

 

Never forget -
But remember forever 
And never have to leave you - ever

 

Never be scared
And never be scarred
Or completely be thrown off my guard 

 

Never regret 
And never mistaken
Or be haunted by the road not taken

 

Never lose focus
Or never slow down 
And accept life with a grimmy frown 


©Susanne Kämmerer 2017

 

 

Don’t

 

Don’t promise – but prove
Don’t stand still – but move
Don’t always be tame – but also be wild
Sometimes a grown-up – sometimes a child

 

Don’t ever be sorry – but reflected
Don’t welcome evil – but reject it
Don’t be stupid – but be wise
No pretending – no disguise

 

Don’t hesitate – just do 
Don’t lie – but be true
Don’t be too modest – but do wear that crown
Never look back – never down

 

Don’t focus on failure – but value success
Don’t question your virtues – but the shit you possess
Don’t pile up dull things – but experience instead 
Always on the look-out – always ahead

 

Don’t just guess – but strive to know
Don’t stay small – but constantly grow
Don’t always refuse – but try to be open
Never be torn – never be broken

 

Don’t try never failing – but learning instead
Don’t let bad moods rule you – but up with your head
Don’t cry over nothings – try perspective for a change
Even if it’s a challenge – even if it’s strange

 

Don’t keep liars near – but bond with the faithful
Don’t always complain – but also be grateful
Don’t cling to what broke you – but please learn the lesson
It’s no good the tears – it’s no good the stressing

 

Don’t dream your life – but make it happen
Don’t drown in sadness – but just keep on laughing
Don’t take life too seriously – but to yourself be true
There’s only one life – there’s only one you

 

2017 © Susanne Kämmerer

 

 

 

Dreams

 

People keep saying that
Dreams do come true
But what they forget’s that:
Nightmares are dreams, too

 

And when they wish you ‘Good Night’
They wish for ‘tight sleep’
For no monsters to stoke fright
Or to howl, kill or creep

 

But little do they know just
How ‘tight’ sleep can be
When your door - with mighty thrust
Flings open - without key

 

If every real dream’s an echo
Of your  heart’s true desire
One you should never let go
And its pursuit you aspire:

 

What then are nightmares
But a climax of terror
A set of unanswered prayers
And of your worst fears a mirror

 

You’re replaying events
Some real and some not
In a riddle with no end
And with solution - not

 

But some nightmares don’t stop
And for those people I weep
Cos it’s hard to wake up
When you’re not even asleep

 

2017 © Susanne Kämmerer

 

 

A writer’s lot

 

They say, ”Writing is easy -
you only type.”
But let me tell you the story
of how I see this, snipe:

 

Writing is solitude.
You are mostly alone.
But inside your head
An entire universe forms.
All creations like puppets
That you play on a string
That you know inside out
And command like a thing.
But yet they have power
To surprise you still
And when along comes the hour
Then trust me: They will.

 

You are never really just
ONE person alone.
And the one thing you must
Is: you have to condone.
Your mind’s like a whore:
Never truly faithful,
And also: not a bore
And exceptionally playful.
A mind - never resting
And without remorse.
A mind - never questioning
Its inexhaustible source.

 

With a mind oscillating between
What is real and what not
You become quite keen
Of what is next on the plot.
And here lie the dangers
For every writer, I say:
We might become strangers
Losing ourselves on the way.
For in our lives - unlike any other -
Different faces we wear,
And we don’t really bother
And we don’t really care.

 

Writing does bleed you dry
And it is worth a notion:
No matter how hard you try:
You can’t escape your emotion…
Cos inside your brain
You will die every death,
You will endure every pain,
You will feel every wrath!
For before you can truly
Make others believe
You have to know fully
About sorrow and grief.

 

2017 © Susanne Kämmerer

 

 

Tick Tock

 

Tick tock goes the clock
Another minute past
Tick tock - don’t be shocked
The hand is running fast

 

Tick tock goes the clock
Another hour gone
Tick tock - from your cellblock
Free yourself, ex-con

 

Tick tock goes the clock
Another day gone by
Tick tock - out you walk
Don’t wait until you die

 

Tick tock goes the clock
Another week yet older
Tick tock - just let them talk
It’s only more to shoulder

 

Tick tock goes the clock
Another month now closer
Tick tock, tick fricking tock
Be ready for your closure

 

Tick tock - counting down
The last ones of your years
And when your time has finally come:
No need for wistful tears

 

2017 © Susanne Kämmerer

 


Ode to my muse

 

Like a disease sown within me lies

nurturing what preserves the ill:
a constant longing, never still
leaving me a stranger
to my own mind - and will

 

I am
   a walking wounded
   a captive
   by sickly forced choice

 

My heart ripped open left to bleed –
    yet
it keeps racing, singing self-indulgently
with baffled, never resting admiration and
a permanence enduring a million years

 

For what I need
      is longing
an ever-crying heart
and for you to be my muse
to keep my armor at my feet
with no intent to guard

 

For your worst
brings out the best in me…

 

I need
   to fall
   to feel the pain
   to be entrapped
          to unleash what’s inside

 

Please…
Never hear me
Never heal me
But:
│imprison me│for life
let every breath I take
turn into a million humble sighs
forever serenading you with the smoothest words
a poet EVER put to verse

 

2014 © Susanne Kämmerer

 


Schwarz und weiß

 

schwarz und weiß
kalt und heiß
trocken und naß
Liebe und Haß
billig und teuer
Wasser und Feuer
Schmerz und Wonne
Mond und Sonne
Feind und Schatz
Maus und Katz
Schatten und Licht
Du und ich

 

wie

 

Wald ohne Baum
Zeit ohne Raum
Meer ohne Wellen
Maurer ohne Kellen
Kind ohne Mutter
Fischer ohne Kutter
Haus ohne Wände
Finger ohne Hände
Frau ohne Mann
Wenn ohne Dann
Schatten ohne Licht
Ich ohne Dich

 

1998 © Susanne Kämmerer

 

 

Gute Nacht

 

Sag dem Leben noch ‘Gut Nacht’.
Schließe zu nun deine Lider.
Schlafe ein und hab nicht Wacht,
Denn sieh: Der Morgen lacht nie wieder.
Doch hab ich dein Licht ausgetan,
So früh, als wär’s gerade erst erwacht,
Erinnere dich! dass dann fortan
Des Himmels Glanz dir ewig lacht.
Vergleich ich nun der beiden Schein,
Bestätigt wird schnell, was ich sage:
Des Schöpfers ewges großes Sein,
Zuteil dir wird für alle Tage.
Mein schönster Engel wirst Du sein
Und bist und bleibst auf ewig mein.

 

1998 © Susanne Kämmerer

 

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