A SELECTION OF MY POETRY
GLOBAL VILLAGE
HOEVE AMARA
BERGEN, THE NETHERLANDS
POETRY!
with Carmen Heemels | Myriam Schobben | Norbert Wille | Ruben Vis
The irony of being two....!
Eyes, wide open suddenly
Regard me and inquire; I see a face
Grave and unquiet in tenderness.
Heart-rending quistion - never answered:
' Tell me, tell me, what you thinking of? '
Oh, the pain and foolishness of love!
What can I do but make my grimace,
Ending it with a kiss, as I always do?
Gaat goed vooruit
Eet veel
Schattebout
Niet al te vlug groot
" Kom terug "
Zeg Mies zeem jij de ruit
Voor moe
" Kom terug "
Als iemand zou zeggen
Als iemand zou horen
Als niemand zou zeggen
Als niemand zou horen
Ooit
Nooit
" Ja "
Aphrodite
Lusty properties
an experiment
Irresistible
body odors
flavors to more
Delightful aphrodisiacs
A shiver
And also the shape
And of course
the mouth experience
taste for more
Not afraid of the surprise
An adventure
His passion successful
Ademloos
luisterend
naar Hemel
en Aarde.
Harpsnaren gonzen,
fluiten nemen behoedzaam
de melodie
over.
Het hemelse koor,
die simpele
pure
wijs,
draagt in klinkende regenbogen
het verrukte
"Eia eia gloria".
De boosheid kruipt sidderend
terug in haar krocht.
De wereld slaat
voor één ademtocht
de ogen op
in de
zuiverheid van de
zevende dag.
"Eia eia gloria".
Het licht,
zo zoet en troostend,
verdraagt van louter verrukking
geen
begrenzing
meer.
Alle sferen stromen vol.
Lips pursed in absolute agreement
There is
the look of
maybe
and the languorous
droop.
Eyes half closed
Head lolling back
There is
fixed grin
especially long
The listener of
cold rage
Nothing special
on any
given night.
You know it.
Lips pursed
in
absolute
agreement.
I must flee
Want to stay
I must stay
Want to flee
You want me
to touch your
heart
at the fatale spot
To pray for
repentance
To whisper
"don't say that"
You've sucked
the dearest
out of my throat
You have the time
the state of extacy
the ultimate
possible extended
Your creation..
This man
in the same room
Staring
at the empire
from
country to country
At the program
of
the
crumbling
restless
game
For a while
Mr
God
Daydream.
A drug
in an unknown world
With all senses
temporary
apart from the
everyday.
The discharge
in a dream
every night.
Love
in
a
different domain.
The visual feast
of
new connections
Of intoxication.
Everything
is
real.
Poetry
I
never liked you
I licked your face
I
...run away
and
smell you
You
have no reason to lie
Drove me mad
You
took all my strength
Now I am free
You already
are
poetry.
Gaat de storm van het lot opsteken?
Nog slaapt het uur, maar wild en ijl
weerlichtte boven de grensstreken
al het onheil.
Niet heel aardig...
niet heel aardig.