tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78624719701898432312024-02-19T11:17:31.080+01:00Martins LyrikMartin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.comBlogger705125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-85117936288213831022022-07-01T07:00:00.019+02:002022-07-04T13:00:21.670+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>GEGENWART</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ein „kleines“ Häuflein Salz gehört</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in aller Wesen off‘ne Wunden.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die ganzen scharfen Messer drehen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wohl über uns‘ren Köpfen Runden.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Auch über diesen Wolkenschwaden</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ist keine Waffe lange allein.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hier bohren alle in die Wunde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die fetten Finger rein.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-78031609494899945202022-06-22T13:51:00.001+02:002022-06-26T11:43:25.444+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>STANDHAFT</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Das </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">große Nichts </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">schlägt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">zwischen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">aller Ohren,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie eine Eiche,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dicke </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wurzeln.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Auch </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">der Sturm Blabla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und der Sturm </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Haha</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">bringen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">den Baum</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">niemals</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">zum Fall.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-20075071813874550422022-06-11T16:01:00.011+02:002022-06-19T13:15:10.493+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>FEIERABEND-</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>VERKEHR</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In </span><span style="font-family: arial;">unsrer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Jaaberstadt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">verhallt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ungehört</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">der trägen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tauben </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">tiefes </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gurren. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die </span><span style="font-family: arial;">Glocke</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">läutet </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">allstündlich,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">pünktlich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie der</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Schlaf:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ja!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nein!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ja!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Und </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">alle Autos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">rasen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">von links</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">nach rechts:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Jeiiin!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Jeiiin!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Jeiiin!</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-92064693099312232292022-06-02T13:28:00.002+02:002022-06-26T11:47:01.862+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>WANN?</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mir ist,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">als würde ich </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">kopfüber</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in ein tiefes </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Meer </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sattgrüner </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Brennnessel </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">springen. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wie lange </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">kann ich noch </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Luft </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und Zeit </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">anhalten? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wann </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">stoße ich </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">meinen Neid </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Schlangen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gegenüber </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ab, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie mein </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Körper</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">meine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Haut?</span></div><br />Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-21596180297160942642022-05-16T04:05:00.002+02:002022-05-16T11:52:42.871+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>LEBENSBILANZ </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So lauf‘ ich, wie ein träges Tier,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">durch diese Wüstenwelt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ein jedes kleine Ziel hat mir </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">von einem Glück erzählt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich schleiche nur von Ort zu Ort</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und weiß nicht wirklich viel.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die Lebewesen waren oft,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie ihre Schatten, kühl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Das wunderbunte Jetzt und Hier</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">hat mir den Weg erhellt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">So lauf‘ ich, wie ein träges Tier,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">durch diese Wüstenwelt.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-37497011358126284032022-05-11T12:09:00.003+02:002022-05-11T14:19:03.676+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">NACHT-LIED</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Penner sprach zu einem Huhn:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">„Es wird endlich Zeit, zu ruh‘n!“.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Und die nette, fette Henne</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">befahl uns’rem Penner: „Penne!“.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In dem sanften Mondenschein</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">schliefen also Beide ein.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-54157750791968561382022-04-29T00:30:00.002+02:002022-04-29T00:30:00.218+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>VERLUSTANGST</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die Tränensäcke suchen Nähe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">zu meiner Füße Hühneraugen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wo immer ich auch geh‘ und stehe,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">beginnt mein Kopf zu rauchen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wo immer ich auch hüpf‘ und springe,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">beginnt mein Kopf zu rotier‘n.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Des Lebens seltenschöne Dinge</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">droht unsereiner völlig zu verlier’n.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-65576430599722986352022-04-26T18:25:00.006+02:002022-04-26T18:31:58.539+02:00- TEUFELSKREIS -<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Also ich habe mir heute meine Bilder angesehen und meine Gedichte und Geschichten durchgelesen. Ich bin einerseits froh, dass ich so gute und produktive Phasen habe, in denen ich viel schreibe und male, und das ich vor allem etwas gefunden habe, was mir Spaß macht… aber auch das ist irgendwie nicht einhundertprozentig befriedigend. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Man kann es eben mit niemandem richtig teilen. Wenn ich jemanden ein Bild zeige oder ein Gedicht vorlese, stehe ich natürlich so da, als würde ich von ihm gelobt werden wollen. Das ist eine peinliche Situation. Es ist ein Missverständnis. Da ich mich nur einmal mit jemandem über das unterhalten möchte, was mich interessiert.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Es fühlt sich ein bisschen so an, als würde man täglich weiter eine Stadt mit all ihren Häusern und Straßen aufbauen, in der aber am Ende kein Mensch wohnen will. Es fühlt sich oft sinnlos an. Man macht aber immer weiter und weiter und das Warum würde einen nur beim Weitermachen blockieren. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">In solchen Momenten denkt man, dass man einfach spazieren gehen und seinen Kopf frei kriegen muss. Das hilft aber auch nicht. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Schlimmstenfalls hat man beim Spaziergang nur neue Ideen. </span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-84052867527077907692022-04-25T12:02:00.002+02:002022-05-27T11:28:41.861+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>JAGD</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Auch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die vier Bilder</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in meinem </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Zimmer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">haben</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">auf </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">meine Seele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Heißhunger.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Auch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in großen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Räumen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">schleichen sich </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die vier Wände</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">langsam,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie Raubtiere,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">an</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und auch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">im Traum </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">flüstern,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">unter </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">vier Augen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">zwei </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Schatten.</span></div><br />Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-32061288188775796662022-04-11T11:11:00.001+02:002022-04-11T11:11:00.312+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>TROST</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Mir ist schon alles einmal passiert:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gebroch‘ne Füße oder Zehe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich lerne neue Worte kennen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wenn ich zu einem Doktor gehe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich weiß, was große Schmerzen sind</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und weiß auch: Alles hat ein Ende.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Es gibt die leeren Wartezimmer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und in dem Urlaub leere Strände.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-85186694837018918122022-04-09T14:24:00.005+02:002022-04-10T19:23:33.900+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: arial;">WALDREFLEKTION</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Über meinem kahlen Kopfe träumen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">auch die gelblich grünen Wolkenmassen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Selbst von allen hunderttausend Bäumen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">regnen längst gewohnte Phrasen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die gesunden Menschen sind „Die Andern“</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und so fern, wie übernächster März.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Doch selbst uns‘re kleinsten Tiere wandern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">nur zu einem neuen Schmerz.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die gesunden Menschen sind „Die Andern“</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und so fern, wie nur ein tröstend’ Wort</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und selbst unsr‘e kleinsten Tiere wandern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">durch die Jammertäler fort.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-78629525703639503172022-04-03T12:35:00.004+02:002022-04-13T04:02:22.379+02:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>TRAUM</b></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich habe letzte Nacht geträumt, dass ich in einem modernen Zoo bin. Alles hat auf mich so übertrieben futuristisch gewirkt. Als wäre der Zoo ein Raumschiff.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich wollte dort nur vier, fünf Stücke eines Fossiles zusammensetzen, damit mir ein Computer erklärt, was das für ein Tier einmal war. Ich kann es aber nicht zusammensetzen, obwohl es nur so wenige Stücke waren, so dass ich dachte, dass ich beängstigend blöd wäre. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Irgendwann sagte mir ein Mann, dass der Zoo jetzt schließen würde. Ich verließ den Ort mit dem Gefühl, dass ich nur still in der Ecke saß und, wie ein Kind, Puzzle gespielt habe.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-52241681091800290692022-03-29T18:13:00.002+02:002022-04-10T19:33:04.017+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>DUSCHGEDANKEN</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">einem Witwer gewidmet</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Das Wasser bleibt so kalt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und auch die Luft ist kühl.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich denk‘: Ich werde alt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und verlier‘ Hirn und Halt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und grüble oft und viel.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die Fliesen sind so weiß,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie Zähne wilder Weiber.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Doch ich bin nur ein Greis,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">der nichts von Leben weiß</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und lebe einsam weiter.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-63377719588760605662022-03-27T21:55:00.001+02:002022-03-27T21:55:00.309+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>TRAUMSZENE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dunkelgrün</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sind die Palmenkronen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die von der Ferne aus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ein bisschen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">den Vogelspinnen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ähneln.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Vom Himmel </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">regnet </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ein Geräusch,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">das ans Zerknüllen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">großer Stücke</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">silberner Alufolie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">erinnert.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dunkelgrün</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sind die Kronen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">der Palmen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dunkler</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und grüner</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">als das Wort.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-78957279395627189122022-03-23T15:11:00.001+01:002022-03-23T15:12:08.681+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ZWEITER VERSUCH</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Der Müller erzählt einen Witz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und liegt besoffen unterm Tisch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Der Schneider sitzt im Schneidersitz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und unser Fischer brät den Fisch.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Der frische Fisch ist verbrannt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und unser Müller schläft ein.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Der Schneider macht Handstand</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und Fischer kocht ein Schwein.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-838369163412439802022-03-23T03:15:00.001+01:002022-03-23T03:15:00.296+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ÜBERLEGUNG</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die blonden Haare fallen in den Dreck</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und unser Dreck… der wird wohl aufgekehrt….</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und ist er weggeschmissen… ist er weg,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und hat dem Menschen nur gelehrt:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Das uns das Saubermachen nervt!</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-32133908748565000002022-03-22T17:34:00.004+01:002022-03-23T02:21:27.201+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>NONSENS</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Hinter Bäumen und der Burg,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sagt das „Niemals“ niemals „Nie“</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und die taube Taube gurrt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">eine kluge Philosophie.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Unter diesem Weiß der Bäume</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">werden Hinz und Kunz geklont.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Alle meine feuchten Träume</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">prüft das kahle Kalb vom Mond.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-21561625113287286272022-03-19T13:09:00.003+01:002022-03-19T13:35:06.963+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ZACK: REIS</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ANAGRAMM-</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>GEDICHT</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Es reicht das Reich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">der Rache. Eistisch,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">spiel Mozart rueckwaerts.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Zack: Reis! Warte Loser Trump!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Es reicht das Reich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Rache. Sei der Tisch!</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-85722719111099429312022-03-13T12:40:00.005+01:002022-03-20T11:36:31.045+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>FRAGEREI</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Entschuldigung!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wie </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">spät ist es?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Haben wir Sonntag</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">oder ist schon </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Montag?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wann </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">geht heute</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die Sonne </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und wann</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die Welt unter?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ist noch Frühling</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">oder haben wir </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">schon </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sommer?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Fragen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">über Fragen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Antworten</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">haben</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">keinen Sinn.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-22685126540969459562022-03-09T15:17:00.016+01:002022-04-09T20:56:32.958+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>FLÜCHTIGE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>FANTASIE</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wenn mir nicht vor der Höhe graut…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ich würd’ auf allen Dächern steppen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und hätt‘ beim Steppen auf die Deppen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">vergnügt herabgeschaut.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Doch da die Höh‘ mir nicht gefällt,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">betrete ich kein hohes Dach</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und denk’ wohl über alles nach,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">als wär’ ich nicht von dieser Welt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Und wär‘ die Höh‘ mir nie ein Graus…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ich würd’ auf allen Dächern träumen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und in der Häuser bunten Räumen </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wär‘ nur ein sanftes Lied zu Haus.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-88030099066495945862022-03-08T07:00:00.001+01:002022-03-08T07:00:00.218+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>REHA</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ölfarben</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">erinnern </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">an Meisterwerke,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die ich </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">noch nie </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sah.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Malkittel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">erinnern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">an Ärzte,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die ich auch</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in Träumen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">sehe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Eine </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sirene</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gefriert</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Gedanken</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in den Adern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">mein </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">neues </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Blut.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-35995348551783667072022-02-13T12:54:00.003+01:002022-03-05T22:21:14.526+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>ERSCHÖPFUNG</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Es ist,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">als würde man die Zeit,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die man miteinander hat,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gar nicht nutzen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Man sitzt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">zusammen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und schweigt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Man stellt keine Fragen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Als würde man</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">alle Antworten kennen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Oder als würden Antworten</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">diese unfassbare Welt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">auch nicht fassbarer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">machen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Es ist,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">als würde man die Zeit,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">die man miteinander hat,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gar nicht nutzen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Da man aller Gefühle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und Gedanken</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">müde ist.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-81450415160465681562022-02-10T15:49:00.008+01:002022-02-25T07:20:18.878+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: arial;">ALLTAGSZWÄNGE</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Du musst… Du sollst… </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und lache </span><span style="font-family: arial;">mal.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nun mach'… </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und tu'…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und steh' </span><span style="font-family: arial;">im Leben </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und steh' </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gerade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Du musst… Du sollst…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und iss </span><span style="font-family: arial;">und trink'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und vergiss </span><span style="font-family: arial;">den Tee </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und die Tabletten nicht </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und mach'… </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und tu'…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und lass'</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">niemals </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Kopf</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und Schultern</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und die Luft</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">in der Luft</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">hängen.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-9982656430263150492022-02-09T14:44:00.002+01:002022-03-02T15:25:10.380+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>TAPETENWECHSEL</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wie oft… wie oft ich höre,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dass man gern schreien will.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich möchte lieber gähnen,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dass mir die weißen Wände</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und auch die weißen Decken</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">ein Tänzchen zeigen.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Wie oft… wie oft ich höre,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dass man gern lachen will.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Ich möchte weinen können,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">dass alle weißen Wände</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und alle weißen Decken </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">endlich</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">im satten Schimmelgrün</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">gekleidet sind.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7862471970189843231.post-23550445404407382722022-02-05T19:01:00.006+01:002022-02-13T12:21:59.917+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>HERZRASEN</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><b>FASSUNG 2</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Die </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Käfigangst </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">im Fahrstuhl,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">bringt mich </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">im Angstkäfig</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Dusche </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">um </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">den Verstand.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Das Herz </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">rast,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">wie Tag</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und Nacht,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Nacht</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und Tag.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Meine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Welt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">zerfließt</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">und erstickt.</span></div>Martin Zaglmaierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17062349304709949067noreply@blogger.com0