The Poems of Mini, Sisi and Heinrich Heine

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Can poetry survive lifetimes?

  1. Poetry speaks from the soul.

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  2. The soul is immortal.

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  1. Ministargazer

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    And another one of my poems from the archives illustrating the pangs of romance. I wonder what Heinrich would have thought of it in his day.

    Love Under the Gun
    Today my soul came back to me
    My lover couldn't set me free
    I saw his smile turn to a frown
    And I was stepping on frozen ground
    The light in his eyes no longer shone for me
    The criticism came constantly
    And when the magic left, I cried
    Because something deep inside had died
    Love is magic, this I know
    When it is gone, it's time to go
    And then he said, "Don't cry that way."
    "For true love will come back to stay
    You can't keep true love away."
     
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    From reading "Sisi, Empress on Her Own" I have come to realize that Empress Elisabeth had romantic attractions to several men including Bay Middleton, an English companion in horseback riding and Count Guylas Andrassy of Hungary which could not be fulfilled due to her marriage to Emperor Franz Joseph. It was rumoured however, that her last daughter Valerie was fathered by Andrassy, although this was never proven. Perhaps one of my poems from the archives has surfaced in my life to express the way that she felt in these relationships.

    To know you
    is to love you compulsively
    obsessively beyond reason and logic
    against all odds
    to know you is to suffer tears in the silent dark
    and heartaches that never end
    to know you is to share you with others
    spit in the face of jealousy
    and dance with the devil
    to know you is to crave you
    like chocolate at midnight
    and lie alone by the phone
    waiting for your call
    to know you is to both love and hate you
    because the addiction cannot be broken
    secret rendezvous that flirt with danger
    and step quietly down the path of
    self destruction
    to know you is to hold magic briefly
    in the palm of my hand.
     
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    As Sisi and I continue to write poetry - here is a new one (2019), inspired by a true story and a little dog that I tried to rescue. Enjoy.

    The Little Black Shih Tzu
    She sleeps on the floor on a makeshift bed
    a little black Shih Tzu at her head
    his coat matted in knots obscures his eyes
    she snores in her sleep, ignoring his cries
    his food bowl is empty, his water bowl dry
    a bag full of empties in a corner draws flies
    his heart is innocent this women, his life
    he doesn't know discord, addiction or strife
    so he watches and waits and wags his tail
    the one that he loves, he cannot fail
    when morning comes she'll arise as she must
    and stagger through the door while the room collects dust
    and for days the little dog will seek comfort in her bed
    climb onto her pillow and lay down his head.
     
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    And from Heinrich Heine, who I have come to admire, as Sisi also did - one of his poems. I especially like the rhythmic rhyming flow.

    Maybe I'm a doubting Thomas
    For I don't expect to see
    Heaven, which Jerusalem and
    Romish teachings promise me
    Yet the presence here of angels
    Is one thing I'll never doubt
    That these shining faultless beings
    Here on earth do move about .....
     
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    Stranger to Myself (2019)

    Stepping down the railway ties
    on a snowless winter afternoon
    sixty-six years and I don't know who I am
    but maybe I'll know soon

    My consciousness hovers over me
    and takes a good look around
    my vision extends before birth and beyond
    and reveals what it has found

    I was an Empress and a blues musician
    searched for Jesus under a star
    a writer, a mystic, an astrologer, a priest
    I was a wanderer from afar

    Stranger to myself I drift through life
    but not to palaces and trains
    I'm sitting inside a dusty boxcar
    trapped in a relentless summer rain

    Images swirl through my mind of no time
    the scripts, the parts I've played
    in a Catholic church I chant "The Lord's Prayer"
    from life to life I've strayed

    Jumping fences on horseback in the countryside
    then diving into an Ontario lake
    from Egypt to Europe, the U.S.A. and Canada
    What memories this journey will make

    Stepping down the railway ties
    on a snowless winter afternoon
    sixty-six years and I still don't know who I am
    but maybe I'll know soon.
     
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    The Sardine Can Train (2019)

    Here comes the sardine can train
    rolling down the track
    carrying all the sardine people
    standing back to back
    is there room for one more body
    step aside and cram me in
    pressed against the cell phone people
    short and tall ones, fat and thin
    totally absorbed in technology
    it's hard to find a smile
    they're all hooked up to invisible aps
    mile after cross city mile
    is there any way around this?
    dodge the insane rush hour crunch
    munching on a Tim Horton's donut
    to avoid a robotic bunch
    train after sardine train
    the nine to fivers flow on
    sit and watch the sardine people
    until the work a day crowd is gone
    still better than the freeway madness
    an insane bumper car craze
    hit and miss and horns full blaring
    the downtown traffic maze
    or just escape the bump and grind
    retreat and even flee
    to sanity in the countryside
    and peace among the trees
    here comes the sardine can train
    rolling down the track
    carrying all the sardine people
    standing back to back.
     
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    My poking fun at the "Sardine Can Train People" in 2019, sounds similar to Sisi's poetic tendency to poke fun at the people in her time, although I think, a little less severe.

    "A baboon, the sovereign majestic towers
    in foreign dress austere and serious
    the little monkey at his side, his wife
    frills ago reverence to the people howling
    the children, two monkeys, very successful
    as the father
    they occur in military uniform
    a whole army of monkeys decorated
    is being done to grin and cackle
    some jackass diplomat finally
    completes the gang."

    Sisi
     
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    Mini/Sisi on the move, travelling and exploring. Here is a new poem "West Coast Magic" that describes the White Rock, B.C. area - February 2019.

    West coast winter mist
    like a blanket wraps me 'round
    there is magic in the dark ocean waves
    everywhere to be found
    sweeping up from the beach
    bringing in rain and snow
    so different from little L.A.'s
    bright and sunny glow
    there is comfort in the fog
    that Oil Town cannot know
    and the rain soothes the soul
    as the grey clouds slowly drift in
    bringing moisture in the air
    that pampers your prairie skin
    I see relief on the faces
    of the increasing armies of old
    hobbling along White Rock sidewalks
    finally free from the cold
    while the eager young rush in
    to gain a firm foothold
    fish and chip shops
    and fertile family farms
    struggle to maintain
    their quaint and small town charm
    as Vancouver freeways expand themselves
    to the East
    weather beaten Canadians
    add to the beast
    I awake to seagulls and coffee
    to welcome the day
    and smile at the sun
    dawning over the Bay.
     
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    In a dream
    I saw territories
    so broad, so rich and handsome
    lapped by the blue sea
    rimmed by mountain's crests

    Sisi
     

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