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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
Druck : epubli- ein Service der neopubli GmBH,Berlin
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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
