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Best Poems From
ERHARD HANS JOSEF LANG
(January 8,1957)
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Hecate Invocation (traditional)
[Hekate is a Goddess of the Moon and the Underworld of ancient Greece
and Rome]
Goddess of the cross-roads,
Goddess of Manic-Depression,
Dweller in the deep places of the earth and mind,
Traveller in the land between worlds!
Torch-bearer! Protectress of the very old and the very young;
Protectress of those used and abused;
Healer of those who are torn apart;
She will be there for us when we call on her and at the end.
Grandmother to lost children and to the downtrodden.
Nurse to the suckling infant,
Comfort to the lone man or woman in the darkest night.
She who seeks vengeance for her children who are wronged!
Wanderer and prowler!
Sorceress who lives at the edge of the mind.
Drawer-up of the secret compost from the unused internal well.
She who has no relatives on the earth save for her children.
Without Mother or Sister.
Lady on the brink, both bi-polar and uni-polar!
They call her mad, and it is she who terrifies the disbeliever and the
unworthy!
Bringer of nightmares!
But she it is who sooths the sleepless and disheveled spirit.
Mother of night!
Dark Power of the moon!
Keeper of the shadow!
Walker of the endless highways!
She unites those who follow her as her children; the Hekite.
Bearer of the sacred poppy.
Shape-shifter, Transformer.
Keeper of the hounds of Hel and the three-headed dog Cerebus!
She walks abroad in the hour of the wolf and under the Dark Moon!
Hear my call O Lady and cover us with your starry cloak.
Let the unborn moon seed in my heart this night.
And let her growing light shine upon our intention;
That she be at our full deliverance,
So Mote it be!
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Questions And Answers With A Crystal Ball - In And Out Of Time
There once was a man who wanted to
Have his problems in life solved by a crystal ball witch
Who, through her absorption in a medium game,
Claims to draw up as by a magic hook
To anyone's query
The ultimate, most correct prophetic statement,
After once having taken to rolling off,
Making the ball more & more shine up
Leaving for an intensified state of inner seeing,
With head and heart set solely on visualizing the
Symbols that are to unfold a full whole line of prediction,
To come up for the human supplicant with
Her pictured reply to any yes-or-no question.
For as to be wooed by man, an ambitious woman's desire is one of making up
A shining star among other human flowers,
In likewise manner a crystal ball seer is bent on the matching of the inner and outer attire
Like as if it were that of a high goddess',
Who she comes to make up from the within,
For an existence coming alive by the knowledge of power and by
The art of accessing the eluding heights of a client's chosen matter for a question, is her profession.
Flying by the guide of intuition as if flying by wire through
The convexing heights of the ball of mind -
To be saying sooth in words of truth
That spring up in direct flash-downs from
Out of cosmos' deepest fountain source,
Towards which the visionary head at times of her medium intuiting
Keeps its mind tilt steady.
Which is what any gypsy bard does once the hood is pulled up
And who started to roll off,
Rolling off ever higher,
Coming closer and closer to the very soul of the thing
That mattered, and be it
Matters of a young fool's or any dumb-struck haggler's,
Folded up in a world gone blind through clumsy hands over
Mad tears with matters that never ought to have mattered,
Still she would set, a true queen of soothsaying,
Her well-trained toy to be a perfect medium,
Crystallizing truth, glittering erratic
Like a ball of invisible gas gradually shaping up
From over and across manifold riffs of sparkling energy
Within a huge, dark, endlessly deep ocean that is
Spanning the shores of mind.
As it is
When man makes up mindful thoughts from in between the sounds of the animal
Shooting up in many hues through his brains,
Cannon balls of sounds with strong meanings,
Voices of twisted tongues lolling to probe out into
One's own share in the human rise-up of nature,
Where every soothsayer's client with a secret question on his tongue, too,
Has his footing.
Likewise, a virtual sooth sayer's footing is to be based in the crystal ball.
Thus, at one point in time such
A seer, whose life
Means heated calls to the visionary ball, by
Customers heated by queries of lively matters,
Had misinterpreted one of her client's moving finger, trusting it to be the
Hint on the right moment for her, the mystic tool, to roll off, to be
Spinning away with secret oscillation,
Swinging inwardly with the unseen swinging of the crystall ball,
Triggered into its spin
After the formal posing of a question in mind done,
Spoken or unspoken, all the same to the genuine wizard:
And twice it was then that
The seeker of the soothing word already had
Shortly left and gone out,
in between the sessions, from
The royally elated soothsayer's tent,
Twice having reappeared for a new show,
Two times thus enforcing an abrupt interruption of
The ongoing ill-timed roll-off of the wizard's ball of truth -
Rather a delicate thing to let happen
Since soothsaying may well be truthsaying, too,
Whereas otherwise it's true, too, that the truthsaying power gets exponentially less potent,
The more it is untrusted to the more dubious client,
Such as to one playing truant,
Who only comes to test the eye of the ball or to see
The mystical limits of all the things that
People are claiming his money could buy for real.
But once came this client who was after
Obtaining real clues to the mending of his room of life lying in shambles,
From a good word of truth by a crystal ball seer,
After a frustrating period of wished-for but failed thrusts at good times for him and his love..
'Ill-doomed affairs might bring up the worth of another try, so as to be better, '
That exactly was what the client had thought,
When he moved with the finger to the crystal ball's eye,
Setting the eerie seer off for the start of her mental plunge,
Taken to be after the formation of the request question,
Diving into the world of the client by
The spinning crystal to be forming the mirror of a most proper answer
To one ordering her services at the crystal ball table,
While actually then the gypsy's head was running ahead of the mystical task-order-to-be,
Rolling off with the stabilized ball on an erring note,
Stabilized as it was at a time when the client had not yet formally posed in his mind the question to the gypsy, who was
Thus actually diving, by a mistaken signal, after nothing at all.
But when the client had stopped the spoilt, premature session already twice,
And was back in for his third attempt, trying to get the timing of question and answer aligned -
A secretive customer, as he was, who insisted on
Not speaking out aloud his query,
Posing the one question in silence, before
Passing the sign for the mystic and her ball to start -
When he chose to take up in his mind for the third try
Simply for once a test question
For his gypsy at the magic ball,
And signalled, properly this time around,
With the
Unspoken question in mind being such:
'Have you not been aware that no question had yet been put forth by me,
While you already had started to roll off for the answer,
Already two times? '
From the depths of the crystal ball
Eventually came up the following line,
Seen by the mystic eye of the soothsayer:
'Did you think that every foolish question of any ugly customer were to be replied to by me? '
A stunningly fit reply to a silent question
Not exposed otherwise than in mind
For a crystal ball and her gypsy,
And even more so, when the gypsy and her crystal ball were without eyes and ears
But a phoney electronic simulation of virtual brains and their crystallizing introspectivity,
A smart application for use on a palm-sized intercommutable mind contents servicing table board, one
Of the latest gimmickry in the history of men
Before the final start of peak joy in
Our world and our great partying time
Here in this house for humanity, yet under renovation.
Now, if it had been looked on by any user-to-be of that device
As something questionable in a telecommunicator's stall at hand,
At least with some such devices there's indeed something to it,
As we have come to see
In this very title's event.
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This poem was inspired and written after a real experience with a crystal ball application for mobile phones which may be downloaded for free by pressing on the jar.button on the Russian wap servicing page found at http: //wap.mypuk.ru/download2/games/java_s60/others/2569_r.wml, after previously having once made a rather disappointing experience with another such device by a different provider.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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Sense Of Humour In The Face Of A Pistol
Two oppositional lines of events, completely
Different in view of the consequences in the lives of the men involved
Supposed, both, to have started off
From the ground of one and the same basic event,
The one in a fictional, the other being part of a more
Common-place story
Sadly, time and again, to occur in real life scenarios,
To be presented, one after the other, here
By plain juxtapositioning of its
Quintessentially momentous exchange of words.
Autobiographical prologue to the two following
Differing delineations of events communicated:
'... And as the two of us, I and another gentleman of leisure,
Of Far-Eastern breed,
Who had likewise been around hereabouts
For a number of years,
Eventually after a twenty minutes' stay at this house there had left
The ill-reputed shed inside
That bad squatters area that
We then had only hit into
Because it so happened that through repeated insinuation on the phone
I had been insisted on
To do come and dropp by that very day,
Supposedly only so as for us to get
To know one pretty girl who came to live there,
Who was just
Newly arrived back in her island home,
Well-stashed a singer who had worked for some time in wealthy near-by Japan,
And as there had been no hospitable welcoming smiles
On the face of the girl nor with the others
On our ensuing encounter when we had gone there,
Some sort of hustle and bustle being all there was inside that evil lair
Hidden so well behind a maze of tiny footpaths,
We felt like leaving from there the earlier the better.
And lo! out back on the street in the dusk there, yet
Before the companion's motor bike could have been mounted,
There from behind shrubs by the local store came
Shooting toward us one bullish lad pointing his gun at us
With a stern expression on the face.'
'You are both taken under arrest now,
And even there were no evidence on you,
I'll have you drug-tested, and
If you'll turn out positive,
And I'm sure you will,
You'll stay for good where
We'll assign you to right now.'
Two sets of hand-cuffs falling into places,
And the two boys carried off in a green van by
A chiefly corrupted turn of fate.
'Leave off these hand-cuffs from me,
So that I may go home now.
You are obviously mistaken in apprehending me and my friend.
You have not found anything on us what you were looking for.
I am without fail, so let me go home, Sir! '
'No, no, you do come with us now.
You'll turn positive in the drug-test as users of illegal stuff,
And you'll have to face a fair blow from the winds of justice this time.'
And so things came to evolve their own way,
Rather obnoxious to the hero of the tale told here,
Whose fictional counterpart was rendered a luckier
Real-time hero, by being guided
More by premonition and intuition than by mental resolve,
His set of personal instant retort
Displaying a higher stage of the human sense of humour
Than the other one's
- In the face of the pistol -,
Speaking in a whispering voice at ear-level with the foe,
Having dared to draw up a bit closer to
The pistolero official charged with ill intent:
'Oh, thanks be to the Lord that you're only a cop!
I've already thought
This here were meant to be some brutal criminal hold-up operation,
While both of us honestly don't carry any
Big amount of money on us this time -
And I'm speaking the truth, kill me or not -,
But as you are obviously - only - a cop'
- and whispering close by the cop's ear:
'In bad need of stuff -
- The very stuff you are actually paid to be weeding out -'
'Even then, dear Sir, you are mistaken in choosing us,
As much as any lousy street robber could have been in choosing us,
Inasmuch positively we do not carry on us anything the like as
What you might have been looking for.
You'll have to go inside this red-light area of slum-dwellers here,
- And you might well know yourself better where to look there exactly -,
There you might well find all the more of what
You've been out for,
And, being equipped with your pistol,
You are surely prone to get it for free, too,
And on top of it you'll get your detainee, a real big-timer for you
To bring along with you,
And one that will make you look a better cop, indeed.'
The intended detention thus having been thwarted by
An array of unexpectedly light words
In the midst of a heavy live-or-die type of situation,
Spiced with a good dash of sense of humour
That was to break off the very tip
From the planned course of corrupted police action and its ruthless intent,
And our heroes from the story were
Free to go home and do their own thing
As any other well-mannered member in a free society, too.
Many things in the world taken too serious
Ought to be taken lighter
And many things taken too light
Ought to be taken more serious.
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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The Spring Time Of Life Creativity
A spring time of life creativity
Long before us
There once had been -
This is from where we humans, too, are derived -
The Merman and the Nymph within the waters -
Universal Fluidum -
These are our origin, our kinship most intimate! -
And First Man, first to see sun's light on earth
Nourished by the saps through a hole-black Vulva,
Embossed into secret earth retreats,
Centrifugally centripetally
fertilizing,
Would have certainly had, you'd bet,
His visions
Set in tune with the unembodied premium
Young & sportive Cosmic Couple's dream creation world
That had parented Him in Her,
God all around,
Very accurately -
So many funny, strangely physical, quirky
Animal gook & geek heads to be
Visualized in dreamy mindscapes of sudden inspiration then,
Out of which grand seeing in
Gay times of Spring seasons, and a
Veritable peak time in young Nature come alive,
It holds that
The abounding nature spirits possessed of
Ever stronger body dreams naturally are
Pressing for the creation of
Themselves in Earth's solid matters,
All these selfsame animals, first seen in hazy dreams,
Now suddenly hopping around in flesh and horned,
Out there, beyond the loam -
The grand stage enactionment
Orchestrated through alignment of webs from
Threads spun in Cosmic Mind with the lively motions on
The planetary seed of our globe, the
Furtive spur for the earth seed to germinate,
Seconded and carried on further in First Man's visionary faces -
The earthen destillary's utensils handled
Through Her various moods of global tempests
And Her lighter weather tempers,
And Their means of fine-tuning the ladling storms cross- & directionwise,
On this our so revolutionary globe,
Destined to be focused on by real-time Gods in the making,
For the act of
A mysterious Creation's high-spirited,
Cosmodreamvision-empowered encapsulization into divinely
Potent magic seeds of ever more & more variegated new forms and
Figures of Life frolicking, all of which eventually
Chance to be mixed up, boiled and
Served out in seed form by
The adventurously playful cosmic visionaire's
Quickening arm of reproduction
In some deep-bottomed vaginal cups
On the rock of earth, during the festival of this
God's world arena's grand self-enhancement, with all
The happy-go-lucky planet's earth spirits concentrated and
Gathered in for a most favourably weathered
Spring time season of (r) evolutionary creation -
All spiced up ingredients of lively matter red-hot with
Most vibrant energy.
A season, surpassed since long by
Another era of actions on the globe,
The ones before us and the present one,
That but until this very day, though
Not any longer bent on diversifying seed creativity -
(With our human demigods taken over the command
Rather to the contrary as of now) -
Reverberates still so wondrous
Through high and low of the earth planet's go.
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for poetry readers who are interested in latest scientific findings on the evolution of life from the waters, I have prepared following exhaustive article by Ute Schmidt (in German) at www.network54.com/Forum/554264/thread/1210211951/last-1210211951/ENTSTEHUNG+DES+LEBENS
Erhard Hans Josef Lang
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