Springtime Poems

Springtime Lyrics...
Springtime Lyrics...

In keeping with the spring, some light poems blossomed, but some are a little cloudy and sometimes they are gloomy…

The Magician - Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)
The Magician – Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)

The Magician

An old man I am, but young at heart. And
Because they don’t know what to do, the grown-ups,
With my crazy, childlike mind, they regard me as a fool.
They don’t even know about the world in-between,
Although it flows around us all the time!
So I am unique – and alone. The first playing card.

I know the truth: Oh, if this were a art-living world,
I mean the joyful arts, not this intellectual head-births,
I would create a sea of sunflowers and swim through,
Happy laughing like a little child. Neverending.
Or I would mount the brightest white horse
And fly singing into the smiling sun.

But thus I only have knowledge of the things
And must wait, wait for a better age to come.

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Good Men at Arms (Text: Martin Duehning)
Good Men at Arms (Text: Martin Duehning)

Good Men at Arms

It was a great mistake of our ancestors
To believe in original sin, in universal order,
Merely to excuse all kinds of personal wrongs.
And many a noble ideal was profaned by
Making it a tool for egoistic profits – but
How wrong are all those who today deny guilt as a whole,
Who deny that structural injustice exists.

For it is in no way better to live out
Brazen opportunism without any responsibility.
For we are – and remain – accountable for what happens
Around us – even if we did not initiated it.

Ultimately, irresponsibility always leads to war.
And even good men are driven to arms at last
When self-interest creates a fait accompli.

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Trust in your Light (Text: Martin Duehning)
Trust in your Light (Text: Martin Duehning)

Trust in your Light

Don’t put your trust in other people,
They will only disappoint you.
Even if they don’t know any better,
They will only lead you astray.
If there is no light in yourself, no inner sanctuary,
Then it cannot come from outside.
It’s no use going out into the big wide world
Without light – without it you have no goal.

Don’t trust in humans, trust in the light:
Give the glow a space in your heart,
Guard it like a tender Easter fire.
It is sacred, you know: It is bright.
Then you will be warmed from within,
From the power of confidence,
And you will not go astray,
Which would inevitably be the case
If you ran after the human
Will-o‘-the-wisps of this world.

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Dignity - Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)
Dignity – Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)


I think we should treat our environment with
Consideration, respect the dignity that lies
In all creatures and things.
Certainly, we have the right to live our own lives,
To set accents – so that we receive meaning.
But underlying everything is dignity,
Which demands great responsibility.

And yet history sets monuments to the destroyers,
Not to the preservers.
And yet the outrageous get on better in everyday life.
And yet those are hailed who create statutes
That they then break themselves,
When no one is watching.

This is a great sin against all creation.

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The Little Almond Tree - Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)
The Little Almond Tree – Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)

The little Almond Tree

We must cordially confess that in life
We cannot realise all our possibilities.
Because our time is limited.
And our strength is limited.

And if we do not have the grace
To live in an environment that supports us
And that allows us to flourish,
Then all of life is an eternal winter,
Then we can only fade fruitlessly
Like an almond tree in Greenland.

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True Spring - Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)
True Spring – Poem (Text: Martin Duehning)

True Spring

I see the sound in the clouds,
I sense the unfathomable, deep blue,
I smell the light of colours – and
I hear the silence in sweetness
When the sky returns and kisses all the earth.

In the glitter of the sun lives deep joy.

The dragon of the west is mighty, they say.
But in the flowing rivers lies our future,
Which do not linger stiffly, but ripple:
The source of life is gentleness.

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Martin Dühning, geb. 1975, studierte Germanistik, kath. Theologie und Geschichte in Freiburg im Breisgau, arbeitet am Hochrhein-Gymnasium in Waldshut und ist Gründer, Herausgeber und Chefredakteur von Anastratin.de.