Nightingales and Handgranates. J.E.L. Lehnsherr

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       Nightingales and Handgranates

      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

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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 13^rd 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