Monthly Archives: September 2014

Der Moehrendreiheit

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Die Moehrendreiheit Beim Moehrenschraapen in der Kneipe am Moor am l. September kamen hervor  drei Moehr’n, eng umschlungen, so wie sie der lieben Erde entrungen, drei Moehren als eine.

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Der Weidliche Weber

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Der Weidliche Weber Die Trauerweide neigt sich im Wind. Darunter steht traurig und einsam ein Kind.

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The Willowy Weaver

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

The Willowy Weaver Beneath the weeping willow stands, on tip-toe, reaching up her hands, a little girl, alone and sad feeling bad, but the harm is done. The hem of the willow’s gown is gone. “Woe is me, you beautiful … Continue reading →

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A Vision

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

A Vision My eye, blue-gray and sparkling lens, is wonder-startled ever new. Each moment young, yet eons old, each moment trembles in that bold clear ball.

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Entirety Entered

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Entirety Entered A poem by another poet invites the reader to enter in entirety entirety. I, reader, enter easily.

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Magic

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

MAGIC I believe in magic, or I would not be here. I make magic when I dream, when I laugh or shed a tear. Since pure energy pervades me, floods each molecule and cell, since its waves are all around … Continue reading →

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Righteous Rage

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

RIGHTEOUS RAGE Much has been thrown into these stagnant waters without a ripple far too long. The storm brews, finally rages. Righteous hell, break loose! Clench your fist! Take steps, one by one, determined. Offending beliefs beware! From the inner … Continue reading →

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Ode to Pain

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

ODE TO PAIN Oh, throbbing knee and aching muscles behind the knee and down my leg. There is a knotted feeling deep inside my belly. Four of ten fingers swollen and sometimes full of pain. But I’m alive and kicking, … Continue reading →

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Roses

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

ROSES Inviolate violet, pain-painted pansy in meadow and field, in loving splendor kissed by the sun, blessed by the rain. Rosetta roses in stained glass windows of steepled cathedrals, thrown down on the path in sharp splinters and shards for … Continue reading →

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The Inner Eye

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THE INNER EYE I hold my knee in both my hands and close my eyes in pain. Astonished, I view red open lips against my inner screen. With fascination I watch their transformation into a rose. The red rose lingers, … Continue reading →

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