Tag Archives: crossmedia

“Why Are We Here” by Mike Hundeshagen

Why are we here?
Caged in fragile body’s
Strapped in skinny skinny membranes
Of thousands and millions of cells
Manifested in mater, slow energy
Inaudible frequencies, but visible
Touchable, so we could touch ourselves
Feel us, experiencing our inner core
To being more than changing fractals
Being more than light
Being more than darkness
Being more than a question:
Why are we here?
Cause the answer is divine
And it lays inside
God
We are here!

“Why Are We Here” by Mike Hundeshagen

Picture and poetry by Mike Hundeshagen.

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“Why Are We Here” by Ruth Coleman

Why are we here – tormentor of my dreams
Eagerly I look for the logarithm
I felted obliged to admire the daydreams
Only this and caring

“Why Are We Here” by Ruth Coleman

Picture and poetry by Ruth Coleman.

“Blindfisch” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Vom Regen in die Traufe, ohne Reißleine, steh ich in meiner Idee und die Fische verstummen um mich herum, eingeschlossen ohne gefangen zu sein, obwohl das Ufer nicht weit weg ist. Der Vogel wartet nicht auf dich, lern doch endlich fliegen, sagt Mutter. Türen schließen sich hinter mir, durch transparente Wände wandern Hände, während ich endlos wirkende Stufen erklimme und hoch über mir der blaue Himmel erscheint, der mit deinen Worten meine Gedanken auf Reisen schickt und rotes Bonbonpapier sich vom Wind treiben und fallen und fallen und treiben lässt, bis das Wasser zum Halse steht und nur noch die Fische im Angesicht der Realität fröhlich Saltos schlagen. Und er denkt immer noch, es gäbe eine Liste…

“Blindfisch” by Evamaria Freshmaker

Picture and poetry by Evamaria Freshmaker.


Blindfish

From the rain to the eaves, without a ripcord, I stand in my idea and the fish are silenced around me, trapped without being caught, even though the shore is not far away. The bird does not wait for you, learn to fly at last, mother says. Doors close behind me, hands wandering through transparent walls as I climb endless steps and high above me the blue sky appears sending my thoughts on the road with your words and red candy wrapper dripping and falling and drifting until the water is up to throat and only the fish in the face of reality happily do somersaults. And he still thinks there is a list… (translated by jf)

“The Sentry Box” by Jeni G.

The Sentry Box

Once it was the barracks
of an old and proud regiment
The parade ground rang
with the sound of soldiers marching
and shouting out of orders
the sentry kept watch
from his box by the gates.

The regiment is now disbanded
no longer the pride of the town
the parade ground rings
with the sound of tourists chatting
and children playing
the sentry box stands empty
forgotten in front of the gate

But wait! Is that an echo I hear
whispering across time
the sound of soldiers marching
and shouting out of orders
the changing of the guard
in his box by the gate.

“The Sentry Box” by Jeni G.

Poem and picture by Jeni G.

“Acts Of Kindness” by Jeni G.

“Kindness Matters” by Jeni G.

An open mind
A generous heart
A helping hand
An act of kindness is born.

One act of kindness
Each day for a year
365 lives could be changed.

“Acts Of Kindness” by Jeni G.

Picture and text by Jeni G.