Erhard Hans Josef Lang Poems

My Mom used to say:
All that you do, my son, is mere trash,
When you can't turn it into cash,
Whatever the truth you see or speak.
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Somewhere on the shores of some Dead Sea
- isn't the world full of Dead Seas -
there once lived in the course of time a tribe
that had lost their Heart somewhere.
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In these cells it is where they sleep,
These things here in between human and animal,
Treated they are like good old cattle,
stretched out like the latter on all fours.
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In the beginning was the Word
and there was nothing else
and from uppermost its birth was.
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Already by the way how at the gate to another' s property
The dog is barking at the stranger who had approached the vicinity
One may conclude about the intelligence of the dog' s master and of
All the ones who live there along with their protective family dog.
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In creation visions always come first·

First you picture a thing,
Scheme it out in your mind,
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The beauteous dusk-hued god,
one morning,
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A butterfly dancing around its own self
Without destination
In the lovely warmth of spring
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Following story is told in medieval chronicles
With reference to the legendary
Popesse Johanna VIII
- It is stated she was but a rival Pope on the throne,
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The first warm-weather weekend of spring
in the Driftwoods forest province way up
in upper central stretches of
beauteous Country of Thousand Lakes,
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