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I do not claim to be a great poet. I am only a good listener to others, and I finally learned to listen to myself, and... laugh with myself. I learned to dive into my own shadow and I am learning not to be frightened by my own light. Hopefully my healing poems can remove some burdens, inspire positive changes, and bring joy to my readers and listeners.
— Liliana Kohann
— Liliana Kohann
From this perspective
Video and music by Thomas Kohann
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no longer room for stones
I am so happy that the translation of this poem was made in Spanish. To read in Spanish, click HERE.
I cannot really change how tall I am
but I can change how tall I stand.
I cannot really change how old I am
but I can change how young I feel.
I cannot really change how well I see
but I can change how well I learn.
I cannot really change the sound of my voice
but I can change the colors of my expressions.
I cannot really change my bone structure
but I can change the structure of my thoughts.
I cannot really change the coldness I received
but I can change the warmth with which I give.
I cannot really change my sensitive nature,
and God knows I’ve tried,
but I can change the nature of my environment:
no longer room for stones
but soil fertile and soft,
where flowers like me can grow,
where we cherish it all,
where all our gifts can glow…
Where we all can become the heroes
that we were meant to be.
©Artpeace 2015
but I can change how tall I stand.
I cannot really change how old I am
but I can change how young I feel.
I cannot really change how well I see
but I can change how well I learn.
I cannot really change the sound of my voice
but I can change the colors of my expressions.
I cannot really change my bone structure
but I can change the structure of my thoughts.
I cannot really change the coldness I received
but I can change the warmth with which I give.
I cannot really change my sensitive nature,
and God knows I’ve tried,
but I can change the nature of my environment:
no longer room for stones
but soil fertile and soft,
where flowers like me can grow,
where we cherish it all,
where all our gifts can glow…
Where we all can become the heroes
that we were meant to be.
©Artpeace 2015
my supper and three desserts
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My supper and 3 desserts I just ate. And ate, and ate. And now I am ready to plan how to lose all this weight. And I better do it fast, before I get hungry again. Cause, you see, when Hunger comes It may also eat my plan! |
The first word on courage
I’ve written many poems
but not a single one
mentions the word “courage,”
and that’s because I have none.
I do what I am told
by guilt and by fear
which are so very loud
that my voice - I can’t hear!
©Artpeace 2002
but not a single one
mentions the word “courage,”
and that’s because I have none.
I do what I am told
by guilt and by fear
which are so very loud
that my voice - I can’t hear!
©Artpeace 2002
almighty gut feeling
Almighty Gut feeling how great Thou are! Too bad I so ignore Thee, my destination star. You speak so very clearly, you want the best for me. Too bad that I ignore Thee, and don’t believe in Thee. Almighty Gut feeling, the best gift that I’ve got Wrapped up in Love and Freedom, directly sent from GOD. ©Artpeace 2003 |
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I added one more person
My purpose is and always was the same:
to serve Humanity.
And even though I consider
that purpose
the most fulfilling,
after many years,
I started feeling
I was missing something.
My purpose is still the same.
However, I added something.
I added
one more person
to that list of Humanity.
The person
who somehow
seemed invisible to me before,
unimportant,
who consequently
was ignored
during my missions.
Now I added me
to the list of Humanity,
as an equal.
And somehow,
even though I added
one more person
to those I serve,
my work load seemed
to lighten up quite a bit.
It’s a sense of peace,
a sense of fairness,
a sense of absolute fulfillment,
a sense of real,
global unity,
at last.
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2002
*The poem above helped me return fully to my passion. Somewhere in my journey of life, I was taught that I should not waste my time on writing poetry or music, and that I was not good enough... eventually a part of me believed.
If you take your passion away from yourself, you can still do wonderful things in life. I believe that 100%, but sooner or later you will feel this void, the sense that somehow you are not fully living your life, that something is missing. In this poem I am adding Myself to the circle of all those I loved, served and felt compassion for. I am embracing the neglected, the forgotten, the little, me.
If you take your passion away from yourself, you can still do wonderful things in life. I believe that 100%, but sooner or later you will feel this void, the sense that somehow you are not fully living your life, that something is missing. In this poem I am adding Myself to the circle of all those I loved, served and felt compassion for. I am embracing the neglected, the forgotten, the little, me.
what love is not
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When he looks into your eyes
he doesn’t see you.
He sees a reflection
of unmet expectation.
When he talks to you,
he’s only telling
lies designed
for his protection.
When he listens to you
he doesn’t hear you
he hears his own
critical voice.
And when he asks
for your opinion,
don’t bother answering,
he’s made a choice.
And when he tells you
how much he loves you
yet takes away
all that you’ve got,
just look at him,
but please, see only
a perfect picture
of what love is not.
©Artpeace 2003
*To hear me or other artists read poems, press the "play" button if it appears under the title. To stop the sound, press the "pause" button on the right. To adjust the volume, click on the vertical lines on the left.
ONLY FROM HERE
Recited by Liliana
There was no room for me
On the sunny meadow
So I bowed my head down
And moved…
To the shadow.
And I stood there watching
How others rejoice
Feeling poignant sorrow,
No hope and
No choice.
Yet, it’s only from here,
From this dreary sight,
From this deep, deep darkness
That I saw
The Light.
©Artpeace 2005
On the sunny meadow
So I bowed my head down
And moved…
To the shadow.
And I stood there watching
How others rejoice
Feeling poignant sorrow,
No hope and
No choice.
Yet, it’s only from here,
From this dreary sight,
From this deep, deep darkness
That I saw
The Light.
©Artpeace 2005
addiction
Recited by Joe Brennan
in the arms of the lover
In the arms of a lover
to float, to float
to kiss, to discover
a lot, a lot
The freedom of friendship
caress, caress
the words to express it
possess, possess
Careless, spontaneous
to be, to be
The eyes so in love
to see, to see
©Artpeace 2003
WHAT A FEAR
What a fear has overtaken me now
A fear bigger than my heart
It is so present here
That its heartbeat I hear
Its presence takes over
Everything around,
My world, my dreams,
And I... can’t be found
I disappear
In the face of fear
And I don’t know why
I can’t look into its eye
Maybe I sense death...
Or maybe I fear
That once fear is gone
I... would have to appear.
©Artpeace 2001
A fear bigger than my heart
It is so present here
That its heartbeat I hear
Its presence takes over
Everything around,
My world, my dreams,
And I... can’t be found
I disappear
In the face of fear
And I don’t know why
I can’t look into its eye
Maybe I sense death...
Or maybe I fear
That once fear is gone
I... would have to appear.
©Artpeace 2001
I SUCCEEDED
They say one must believe to succeed
but if it’s true, how is it that
I didn’t believe I would gain weight
but I succeeded - I’m fat!
©Artpeace 2001
but if it’s true, how is it that
I didn’t believe I would gain weight
but I succeeded - I’m fat!
©Artpeace 2001
*About thirty percent of Liliana's work is dedicated to mothers and children. To see more of these charming characters with witty minds, and to hear more poems for Mothers and Children click below:
www.SongsAndLullabiesForChildren.com
www.SongsAndLullabiesForChildren.com
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