Best German Poems

The German Christmas market was in town 
Stalls emptying fast and looking quite bare
Last minute shopping before it closed down   
T'was Christmas eve seems everyone was there .
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My Two German Beaux,On a TVCooking Show

Oh, how I love sauerbraten 
and that divine apple strudel!
But it was even better to see
Guy Fieri with my two old German 
Chicago beaux on his TV show!
Why, I nearly lost my noodle!

There they were,still very comely,
on the cooking channel.
Making...

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The grandfather on my mother's side was a cheapskate. 
A real cheapskate.
One Christmas, he gave me a used paperback book.
Something like “Jimmy Plays Baseball.”
It was written for a 7 year old child, and I was considerably older than that.
Still had “5 cents” written in pencil...

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Here's to Reiner our 'Hero in chains' a true International.'
Who deserves stromg acclaim.' After fourty five hearings
Where the judges must be; 'mud' blind? And even deaf, perhaps?
It must be a 'record of kinds' charged yet not tried.' And
Now its eighteen months in!! Often chained hands...

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Born American, sixth generation of great-grands all German,
not much liking sausage or sauerkraut, English speaking all the way,

except the Germany of my ancestry was fought over and broken
so I’m a bit of France, Germany, Poland, Hungary all the Holy

Roman empire, dissolved down, fought over, egotized,...

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There once was a German Shepherd
Who liked to act like a leopard
He went to get a chicken, 
But it went a kickin’
And then they both got peppered....

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Black Cat

Seen ahead
crossing from 
left to right
brings bad luck
from right to left
brings nothing....

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Du Einsame, 
in den Bergen getrotzt,
versteckt in den Wolken
getragen vom Geist des Inka,
hochgepriesen,
wie von Geisterhand
überragst du das 
zerklüftete Tal des Urubamba.
Stein auf Stein,
gebaut mit großem Geschick,
geboren durch die Kraft
der Inkas.
Zufluchtstätte 
der letzten Überlebenden,
verborgen vor den Augen 
der Eindringlinge
aus dem so entfernten Spanien,
die Feuer und Tod...

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This
unique
ecounter
brings me delight
where astute eyes stare--
It's not the bright gold moon
but something distinct. German
which gives this life its rousing glow
Holding deep connection with seasons
Ever pulsing...  my charming, loyal   dog
Her warm blush embraces my every beat
 inspiring cadence of poetry.... 
A character of...

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There is a blanket of yellow love.
She wrote to me of it 
In an unleavened light letter,
Where my god is your god, and 
Sudden drops of bereavement 
leave a love nest of hands, 
Making certain you knew you were part of the whole,
A vibrant pulsating...

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Plump shiny cooking apples
     Stewed –utter  delight
  cinamon spice, smells so nice
     pastry butter kissed
         smothered in custard
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Baby Ich Liebe Dich so wie du bist,
So perfekt, so wie du mich glucklich machen.
Die Art und weise du mich fuhlen,
Di Art und weise du mich lacheln und lachen.
Auch wenn Ich wu tend bin, trairig oder songar weinen.
Mein Hertz blutet dur dich baby.
Ich Liebe Dich...

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I  usually work at airports
Checking for things people snort
As well as the wacky  weed they smoke
Last week I caught an English bloke
Trying to smuggle  ganja and  some  "coke"


I sniffed him out before he even  boarded the plane
Sometimes I wonder...

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A rest stop break and next to us
A group of German folken.
The universal language
Filled with gestures soon was spoken.

Perhaps a food tour? All were
Apron-clad and eating lunch
And drinking wine and laughing
As they'd sip and talk and munch.

My husband shrugged and pointed,
Meaning, What? No food for...

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Die Bücherverbrennung ("The Burning of the Books")
by Bertolt Brecht
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

When the Regime
commanded the unlawful books to be burned,
teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires.

Then a banished writer, one of the best,
scanning the list of excommunicated texts,
became enraged: he’d...

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