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In my dream

by

George Liebermann

In my dream I was a black man,
You said "be glad it was a dream."
But I was tied to a truck,
dragged on a road,
rocks cut into my face
my blood drew abstract
paintings into the mud
never to be exhibited
in galleries.
I went down a nameless bloody
black man, killed off
in my dream.
You said "be glad it was only
a dream."
But then I dreamed that I
turned into a black man.
You said "be glad it was only
a dream"
But then I dreamed that I was
a black man even after I woke
up from my dream.
You said "stay away from
white men
when you dream."

playful

by

George Liebermann

Let rise, rise together
with the sun, even better
lay quiet in the shadow
inhale the scennt of the meadow
sisng unsung melodies,whisper
senseless "love you tender"
chit-chat like the birds
tear flowers off the sky
as we fly togethere high
then drop dead on fallen leaves
like after love making bees.

To go or not to go

by

George Liebermann

I looked
at the last leaf
of a cherry tree.
I waited to see
the painful neglect.
it was not clear to me
where the leaf
meant to be,
join his brothers
on the ground
or hang on lonely
year around?
To go or not to go?
That was my question.

She was a girl

by

George Liebermann

On a sillyb day of May
I took my bag and ran away.
Why should I stay
when the spring is on its way?
I saw a girl, heard her song,
sang to me to come along,
She was a girl not for long,
Soon we both sang the same song.

2.000 by

George Liebermann

Man counts time down,
he thinks nature counts with him,
Nature has its own calendar,
nature moves aqnd expands,
evolves and devolves,
bangs big, sinks holes,
man thinks its black,
nature iknows no colors,
nature is blinde,
revolves around itself
and man thinks its purpose
what nature has none,
no plans for man,
no answers for man.
Man thinks of self as the master,
man is a piece of a mud ball
uninvited by nature,
rides around in circles
by his virtual calendar.

1941

by

George Liebermann

In the sky above
flew a fearless dove.
On the roof below
lingered streaks of snow.
I climbed up the fence,
Tore my only pants,
bruised my only knees,
laughed at by my niece.
It was war out there,
But I was not aware
of the world of blood
in the Russian mud.
The rest of it by now
melted with the snow.
Only the brave dove
fights for peace and love.