Gino Leineweber

Gino Leineweber (Germany)

Gino Leineweber writer and poet from Hamburg/Germany. He used to be also an editor / editor in chief of the Buddhist Monthly Magazine (Buddhistische Monatsblätter). From 2003 to 2015 Chairman of the Writers Association Hamburg (Hamburger Autorenvereinigung). He has been the President of the Three Seas Writers’ and Translators’ Council (TSWTC) based in Rhodes, Greece since 2013. Member in German Exile-P.E.N.  (PEN-Zentrum deutschsprachiger Autoren im Ausland). He has poetry books published either in German and in English and his poems are translated in other languages in books and magazines, as in Lithuanian, Turkish, and Bosnian.

 

 

COLETTE

 

Colette lives in Paris

Fighting for her name

That was stolen

On the books she wrote

Kisses Missy

Gives the world a stage for truth

Lives as a vagabond

Loves Missy

Is a beggar a drunkard

Is with Journalists and writers

With De Jouvenel

The father – later the son

Overtrumps the society

With the inquiring eye of a wise woman

Chérie and Awakening Hearts

Composing love troubles in purple

Narratives in taboo

In defiance of her time

Colette fulfills herself

 

 

MONEY HAS NO EYES TO SEE

 

The mangroves’ roots efficiently taking up the wave energy from the sea

In the slowed down tidal water build their own sylvan environments

Offer a quiet marine region as a home for crabs, and shrimps, and oysters

Protected from erosion and storms in their intricate mesh on the muddy bottoms

 

Even when the obvious forest that rises out of the water is right in front of it

Money does not see or know nor notices the reality of a unique ecosystem

Money worries about its own multiplication and what matters in the case of mangroves is that

It cannot build a hotel in this area and plant sun chairs and umbrellas for tourists

 

But that can be changed: the beach where the money comes from can be stretched

One day the trucks, and bulldozers, and caterpillars start to tear down the plants

Fill up the children’s rooms of young crabs and oysters with sand and stones

Build a fence and wait for construction machinery, for the swarms of tourists

 

Money does not have eyes to see, but it is always on the go

With its timid nervous system, it doesn’t really need a tsunami to leave –

The fence is down now and no sun chairs replace the trees, but garbage does,

Where years ago, trees grew and crabs were munching on the mangrove leaves