Chris Herrmann's PoemS & Prose
[in English]
“Poetry or not to be“
Chris H.
Chris H.
This poem of my meowmy was finalist of the Literary Nature Contest 2017-2018, Poetry category, in Portugal. The poem was originally written in Portuguese.
PRAYER TO THE FOUR ELEMENTS
- Chris Herrmann -
Lady Water, kill all the planet's headquarters
but resurrect the kindness that has been drying love and oceans
Lady Earth, give birth to the seeds of social justice
and honest politics, leafy trees
Lord Fire, burn all ignorance and prejudice
of those where love is just straw fire
Lord Air, refresh the memory of men by giving them wings
to fly over and feel the breeze of the planet's natural royalty
May the so-called human being protect
and understand that tomorrow of the earth depends on the here and now
May all fauna fully live the beauty
gifted around the world
And when I bloom, ah, when I bloom ...
that all our people, relatives, friends of mine and everyone
no longer live the pain of abandonment to our abode
Because nothing is more important and urgent
that keep our nature alive and preserved
PRAYER TO THE FOUR ELEMENTS
- Chris Herrmann -
Lady Water, kill all the planet's headquarters
but resurrect the kindness that has been drying love and oceans
Lady Earth, give birth to the seeds of social justice
and honest politics, leafy trees
Lord Fire, burn all ignorance and prejudice
of those where love is just straw fire
Lord Air, refresh the memory of men by giving them wings
to fly over and feel the breeze of the planet's natural royalty
May the so-called human being protect
and understand that tomorrow of the earth depends on the here and now
May all fauna fully live the beauty
gifted around the world
And when I bloom, ah, when I bloom ...
that all our people, relatives, friends of mine and everyone
no longer live the pain of abandonment to our abode
Because nothing is more important and urgent
that keep our nature alive and preserved
In honor of nature, I bring here a poem that my mom wrote almost fifteen years ago and received an award in Spain:
THE SEA AND THE MOUNTAIN
- Chris Herrmann -
I am the sea.
I am sometimes river
and fall into the world,
I travel joys and sorrows.
Plural and natural that I am,
I quench the thirst of the moment.
I hear laments, food lives,
I am noise and movement.
And who are you, oh cold rock
that you hide without haste
and do you live trapped in your silence?
I am the mountain.
Sometimes hard or tame,
I am the marks of time.
Dense mass covering
enriches and gives breath.
I am shelter for you and the wind
(you who visit me daily)
turning me inside.
Inside is my movement;
crystallized soul of beings,
seeds, furies and fears.
And if I shut up, dear sea,
it's because I keep it in me
- including yours - the most
'scarred' secrets.
THE SEA AND THE MOUNTAIN
- Chris Herrmann -
I am the sea.
I am sometimes river
and fall into the world,
I travel joys and sorrows.
Plural and natural that I am,
I quench the thirst of the moment.
I hear laments, food lives,
I am noise and movement.
And who are you, oh cold rock
that you hide without haste
and do you live trapped in your silence?
I am the mountain.
Sometimes hard or tame,
I am the marks of time.
Dense mass covering
enriches and gives breath.
I am shelter for you and the wind
(you who visit me daily)
turning me inside.
Inside is my movement;
crystallized soul of beings,
seeds, furies and fears.
And if I shut up, dear sea,
it's because I keep it in me
- including yours - the most
'scarred' secrets.
SLOW AND ALWAYS
- Chris Herrmann -
One thing cats know well is that there's no point in hurrying. Time goes by the same way. Life goes by, everything goes by.
And the stress is that it crumples us and kills us ahead of time. Everything is urgent and screams around us. An observant silence can make him amazed.
- Chris Herrmann -
One thing cats know well is that there's no point in hurrying. Time goes by the same way. Life goes by, everything goes by.
And the stress is that it crumples us and kills us ahead of time. Everything is urgent and screams around us. An observant silence can make him amazed.
NIGHTFALL
- Chris Herrmann -
sewed the poem
the afternoon crepe
resent tones
textures
love fabric
when rereading
I noticed ribbing
I cut the burrs
cerzi died
I gave off
I got dark
linen thread
with him leaving
smiling
between the fingers
when was born
brought me clouds
rain pearls
embroidery
in my eyes
just him and me
I was moved
our open bed
he dawning
flooded
in my chest
- Chris Herrmann -
sewed the poem
the afternoon crepe
resent tones
textures
love fabric
when rereading
I noticed ribbing
I cut the burrs
cerzi died
I gave off
I got dark
linen thread
with him leaving
smiling
between the fingers
when was born
brought me clouds
rain pearls
embroidery
in my eyes
just him and me
I was moved
our open bed
he dawning
flooded
in my chest
Poem written under the theme “Censorship” published in the excellent Brazilian Zine BELZEBUUU, launched on June 13, 2019 in the city of Belo Horizonte, Brazil. Read aloud by the poet Adriane Garcia and, to my delight, much applauded. The poem talks about the current dictatorship of the current government in Brazil which, among other things, is responsible for the Amazonian burning in northern Brazil.
THEY SAY WE CAN'T TALK
- Chris Herrmann -
They say we can't talk. Shutting up is obedient. Hiding the truth is a "good people" thing. Oh, their god ... "Let's pray"!
They say we can't talk about the cheats of dictatorship. Of the usury of the powerful. Of injustices against Lula; the political prisoner. From the politics of Moros e Morros. Of the rusty military. Of the delays spewed from the mouth of those who see women in weakness.
They say we can't talk about the fraudulent elections. From the dirty diapers of the "boys". From the open sewers left by the family. Of the rotten homily of false Christians who give or ask tithes, to finally decimate the poor.
They say we can't say they want to kill the poor. Whether by bullet or lack of Health, Education and Culture. Be for lack of Poetry. And the old people who retire to their quarters, perhaps in the middle of the street, hungry and without retirement!
It is said that we cannot speak of the lies of a perverse government, immersed in a sea of prejudice and evil. It gives seas that come to evil! From the imputation imputed to women, Indians and gays.
They say we cannot say that corruption is not over, but has increased. That the bush grew and spread in this misrule. That the lie and the thief became orange groves. That militias kill black and poor. They kill Marielles and everyone who talks and knows too much. Yet many cannot see. Although there are evil fanatics in this hell of Dante, worse than before 1985!
They say we cannot say that our country now has the worst president. That your lines are immoral and indecent. That their decisions are not consistent with a free and democratic country. (Oh my sciatic nerve!)
They say we can't talk, but we'll scream if need be, in verse-prose-cry-laughter and the story will take.
THEY SAY WE CAN'T TALK
- Chris Herrmann -
They say we can't talk. Shutting up is obedient. Hiding the truth is a "good people" thing. Oh, their god ... "Let's pray"!
They say we can't talk about the cheats of dictatorship. Of the usury of the powerful. Of injustices against Lula; the political prisoner. From the politics of Moros e Morros. Of the rusty military. Of the delays spewed from the mouth of those who see women in weakness.
They say we can't talk about the fraudulent elections. From the dirty diapers of the "boys". From the open sewers left by the family. Of the rotten homily of false Christians who give or ask tithes, to finally decimate the poor.
They say we can't say they want to kill the poor. Whether by bullet or lack of Health, Education and Culture. Be for lack of Poetry. And the old people who retire to their quarters, perhaps in the middle of the street, hungry and without retirement!
It is said that we cannot speak of the lies of a perverse government, immersed in a sea of prejudice and evil. It gives seas that come to evil! From the imputation imputed to women, Indians and gays.
They say we cannot say that corruption is not over, but has increased. That the bush grew and spread in this misrule. That the lie and the thief became orange groves. That militias kill black and poor. They kill Marielles and everyone who talks and knows too much. Yet many cannot see. Although there are evil fanatics in this hell of Dante, worse than before 1985!
They say we cannot say that our country now has the worst president. That your lines are immoral and indecent. That their decisions are not consistent with a free and democratic country. (Oh my sciatic nerve!)
They say we can't talk, but we'll scream if need be, in verse-prose-cry-laughter and the story will take.
BEAUTY, NOBILITY AND CAT
- Chris Herrmann -
Beauty and nobility fought badly. The nobility called beauty ephemeral. The beauty said that the other lacked the gestures. The bored watching cat let out:
_ Beautiful, huh ?! In addition to being envious, they forgot to bring my ration!
- Chris Herrmann -
Beauty and nobility fought badly. The nobility called beauty ephemeral. The beauty said that the other lacked the gestures. The bored watching cat let out:
_ Beautiful, huh ?! In addition to being envious, they forgot to bring my ration!
Cats are kings who easily get bored with the stressful lives of their subjects.
Chris Herrmann
Chris Herrmann
THE CATS AND THE SNOW
- Chris Herrmann -
__ today is a good day to do nothing ... it's snowing outside.
__ yesterday you said the same thing.
__ is not true. It didn't snow yesterday.
- Chris Herrmann -
__ today is a good day to do nothing ... it's snowing outside.
__ yesterday you said the same thing.
__ is not true. It didn't snow yesterday.
Black cat gives love.
Bad luck for those who don't know that.
Chris Herrmann
Bad luck for those who don't know that.
Chris Herrmann
Loneliness is a dripping cat in the night.
Chris Herrmann
Chris Herrmann
THE CRAZY AND THE MAGNIFYING GLASS
- Chris Herrmann -
Where is the other side of beauty?
- there is no other side.
- as well?
- get the magnifying glass!
- I caught.
- what do you see?
- the poetry.
- she's beautiful, right?
- yes, a beauty!
- See what she's made of?
- saw. of offal and madness.
but I saw pain and sorrow as well.
- as well? what else did you see?
- a flower without a stem,
a chrysalis stuck in the pupa,
a dead leaf,
an injured black cat
and an anthill
under a thunderstorm.
- What do they have in common?
- the courage!
- courage of what?
- to try.
- to try what?
- unleash the beauty of prejudice.
- that's what I told you.
- as well?
- Beauty has no side.
What is missing is the magnifying glass.
- ah, but this is so normal!
- Chris Herrmann -
Where is the other side of beauty?
- there is no other side.
- as well?
- get the magnifying glass!
- I caught.
- what do you see?
- the poetry.
- she's beautiful, right?
- yes, a beauty!
- See what she's made of?
- saw. of offal and madness.
but I saw pain and sorrow as well.
- as well? what else did you see?
- a flower without a stem,
a chrysalis stuck in the pupa,
a dead leaf,
an injured black cat
and an anthill
under a thunderstorm.
- What do they have in common?
- the courage!
- courage of what?
- to try.
- to try what?
- unleash the beauty of prejudice.
- that's what I told you.
- as well?
- Beauty has no side.
What is missing is the magnifying glass.
- ah, but this is so normal!
THE CAT AND THE PHILOSOPHY
- Chris Herrmann -
That time you stop and think:
Awwwww... no way!
What concludes:
I don't think so I sleep!
- Chris Herrmann -
That time you stop and think:
Awwwww... no way!
What concludes:
I don't think so I sleep!
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