Frank Brambosch : Writing

Pleasure of my life

Pleasure of my life

A Poem by Frank Brambosch


The pleasure of my life is inthings so small. I don’t need riches.I’m satisfied with simple being.For all, I don’t need evil witches..
Which occupation?

Which occupation?

A Poem by Frank Brambosch


What should be my occupation?Is it gaining the material stuff?I think this doesn’t fit in my equationof a life that’s good. Loveis all I n..
Somewhere we have met

Somewhere we have met

A Poem by Frank Brambosch


We have met somewhere, I don’t remember.I’m fond of you, you know, but you havebeen sent by my intimate enemy.You have a heart of stone. I..
Hate and love

Hate and love

A Poem by Frank Brambosch


Hate everything denies, love giveswholeness, newness everyday.Hate is day by day same this:It’s ugly, low and mean, no wayIs there from ugly hat..
Red mouth

Red mouth

A Poem by Frank Brambosch


I wish that I could kiss this mouth, so red, red like love, red like blood.Blood is juice of life, and love is southof everything that’s bad. A ..