Nightingales and Handgranates E-Book

J.E.L. Lehnsherr

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 56

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2020

Beschreibung

This is a collection of queer poetry across the multiverse. So beware! Hardly anything straight here. Be taken from a galaxy far far away to murderous Oxford. From the "Beach Divorce" in Cuba to the Indefatigable. Hear poetic tales about heroes and villains; Real or just living in another dimension With ships like Cherik,Obikin and Merthur this book is one of a kind.

Leseprobe

Nightingales and Handgranates

J.E.L.Lehnsherr an author portrait by the author himself

Born under a dying star on a cursed day in the summer of 97, Mr Lehnsherr began writing as a comfort, to escape realities cruelties, at a young age. Loud and proud child of Scottish and Hungarian hereditary.

He lived in many places but only called Brecon home.

His first poem dates back to an unknown date in 2005, a short frustrated limerick about not being allowed to watch Revenge of the Sith.

Now 15 years later, and about 100 times of having watched said movie, he is presenting his first book of collected queer and nerdy poetry.

Hear yee the first of many!

Will the world be ready?

We will never know.

Currently living at a haunted house with the cats and lots of plants, who are all called Fred (the plants not the cats) plotting murder mysteries and more poetry.

Impressum

Text© Copyright by J.E.L.Lehnsherr

Cover © Copyright by J.E.L.Lehnsherr and Mels Losechester

Original cover art © Copyright J.E.L.Lehnsherr

Cover design © Copyright Mels Losechester

Verlag:

J.E.L.Lehnsherr

c/o AutorenServices.de

Birkenalle 24

36037 Fulda

[email protected]

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J.E.L.Lehnsherr’s

Nightingales and Handgranates

a selection of Queer poetry across time and space

An ode to the two men that made me last!

Who made the gloomy days ,filled with dysphoria,

bright with only one smile.

Turning said mess into past tense.

Endeavour Morse aka Shaun Evans

and James Norton

Who always drag me to the save shore,

when I'm drowning in real life's cruelties.

Hoping they will never find out about this....

Snitches get stitches!!!

and the other folks at the end of the book....

J.E.L.Lehnsherr 13rd of June 2020

(A way too hot Saturday)

Introduction

Hey there reader

I boldly assume we are either friends or complete strangers who share a exquisite taste for poetry and fandoms and general queer stuff

Well hello there!

Enjoy the ride

Want some cocoa for the road or will tea do just fine?

The following poems were mainly written on a small computer spot in the Brecon library and almost all of them read out loud in the poetry club.

Huge shout out to those fantastic people

Del, Tilly, (Agnes), David, Tim, Judy ,Andrew, Sian...

love you all!

Fandoms are my shelter, OTPs the family I never had.

My holy Hain

I've written those stories to honour them

and to share the love they inspired

So don't start with shipping wars!

You don't have to be in these fandoms to appreciate the poetry.

They are quite universally.

The words are all mine

Enough now

Let's begin humbly with the introduction of your host

Ladies, Gentleman, Non binary pals, here are :

Mark Me and Traveller

Mark me

When people ask me what the E stands for;

A soft smile conquers my lips

Admitting most likely Embarrassment

That I share my name with a ship and a detective

Would be an unusual kind

It stands for the endeavouring of becoming me

That’s what the E stands for

When people ask me what the L stands for;

I reply Lethargy

´Cause it creeps slowly upon thee that I’m not like thee

For a good childhood memory

I stole this name

This is now long forgotten fame I shall reclaim

A god emperor of such Leto Artraides II by name

What people ask me what the J stands for ;

I reply faithfully Jack

And wait for them to make their assumption about drunk or alien captains

When people ask me why Lehnsherr

I reply cause my mutant father proud, taught me how to riot and to fight for my right

Traveller

(First published in the Brecon Beacon Magazine 2018)

I'm a traveller

Freedom is what my blood demands

You can never keep me

For a song bird dies locked in its cage

My ancestors fought for their freedom

Wallace cry still lays deep in my soul

The legacy of the travelling folk runs

Still in my veins

I still dream of them

Gypsies and witches

Gamblers and storytellers

All gather around the fire

Telling stories

Singing song

Dancing

From glen to glen

To the open land

A soul is divided and united

A highlander’s child is wild

A hussar's even wilder

We need our freedom

The once and future king and other legends

Now that we are acquainted follow me back in time to bloody battlefields,

magical courts.

Revolutions.

true loves curse

and generally

pretty neat people

oh did I mention heartbreak?

All the stars

The lake is in silent

The night has risen

I can see the stars

The full moon

The horizon with stars blessed

Tonight I shan't rest

The night is full of music

A shooting star falls

Only for you

As you find you rest in the ever green fields

Hush now

You’re already miles away

Rest on the green bay

Like the heather field in May

Where the wild mountain thyme grows

There did you go my king no?

One day we will come back together

But until then I surely find another

One I can call lover

Afire love one more time

Hope that the fairies keep you safe

The dragon took your breath away

Took your faith

Took your will ,my life

I wish I could bargain your life for mine

Afire love one more time

To be together

Rest your fingers in mine

Dance one more time

Darling hold me in your arms

For they always protected me from harm

No matter how powerful the charm

The good die young

The good die young

There will be no tomorrow

For in the gods we did trust

Worlds crumble

and fade to dust

Ashes ashes

We all fall down

'Cause its written in the stars

All this pain and sorrow

Who will remember your name?

A wise woman told me

you die once your name is forgotten

but what if no one knew my name

I have faith in what I see

Afraid to close my eyes

and get lost in the darkness

For thine is the light

For thou are the morning star

An empty throne

The kingdoms glory is gone

Empty is Pendragon’s throne

All the wisdom barer, knights is armour white and prosperous pure souls

have moved away from Albion

Now here rests

in everlasting slumber

the once and future king

on a bed out of ebony

with roses to guard his throne

in the holy realms of Avalon

Wars had been fought

Millions over millions had been lost

yet the sweet king is still fast asleep

Oh ruler to be ruled

Oh ruler to be ruled

for all arrows shall find their target

Oh trickster to be tricked