The Spirit of CATHAR

Klaus J. Gerken

Sheep graze on the hill below Montsegur
Not far from where the martyrs prayed
The shepherd does not wonder much
about the place: he knows. He says:
‘It was after all my friends and family
‘who died in flames before the dogs.
‘I still retain no love for catholics.
‘I am cathar. My life is in these hills.

‘I sometimes, when the sheep are grazing
‘walk into the citadel and early in the morning
‘when the dew is fresh and air is crisp
‘I can hear the whispering, and these poor souls
‘surround you, telling of the horror
‘and the martyrdom the goodmen faced.’

Copyright (c) 1992 Klaus J. Gerken

Epic Poem

Found my 1967 manuscript of an unfinished epic poem I was writing then called “Modigliani”. I complete 31 pages and 1000 lines. Here’s part of the first page.

Epic Poem

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Bitter

 

Klaus J. Gerken

ah i see so many out there
who don’t understand
i am afraid for the world
it’s out of control
the republicans have the senate
and obama’s drowning on appeal
the slaughter of innocents continues
and fear is rampant everywhere
the beautiful people are all gone
or have become slaves of the dalai lama
i am not one to offer a solution
if a song would do i’d gladly sing it
but i am old and wrinkled
and youth must plow the soil themselves
to plant the seeds of tomorrow
there is nothing more for me to say
the truth i have discovered no one wants to hear
and that’s a blessing in disguise
for those who take comfort in the wise

kjg 450am 7 nov 2014

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