Category: Poetry

I’m tired. Much too depleted for this, too spent for Love’s antics, I know why the task is left to the young, who are forever in pursuit of the next Big Adventure, while I sigh in contemplation with the complacence of middle-age. Too much passion has worn me thin; too many years of dwelling in…

An American Portrait Canvas of infidel white. Decadent blue. Carnage red. Stains smeared Across a desert landscape In pigmented oil. Strokes brushed With the delicacy Of mortared precision. The abstract, Morality and mortality, Blends, Creating hues Of delicate imbalance Shaded With the color of Condemnation. The hue Of The conquered nation. Palette mixing contrasts, Perception…

Poem written in Dutch, in remembrance of my father (1927-2010) also to be found in the local undertaker’s portfolio of suitable poems Pa, Je leven begon even voor de jaren dertig Als kleuter was je toen drie Aan de hand van Bomma Victorine Ging je graag naar tekenfilms zien. Met Mickey Mouse, Donald Duck en…

Tell me what this is about. How can this be so? 31 deaths mean nothing to you. Yes you give a pause and a tear, but they are not real. You brought a photographer along, For your own gain. From triple A to double A. Best country in the world is thrown under a bus.…

Please tell me what all of this means! It’s confusion and pain with in my brain. Wrapping its tentacles around my shines pulling me deeper and deeper into it. None of it makes sense, like when you take time to ponder why you would price something a $1.01. None of it makes sense. Why can’t…

The words are just standard notions that slip from your lips. Simple. Easy to say. But harder to act upon. You don’t wish for that. There was never a friendship. Not for years. They spill from your lips like acid melting your facade. Just simple lies is all you know how to spill. To bad…

The name is simple. Yet you seam to forget it. The word just slips from your tong. Like a knife cutting through my heart. You don’t seam to get it. You don’t even seam to care, That is not my name. You go on like nothing had ever happened. You just walk away. You’ll only…

Children Of Abraham (A Message for Moshe) Moshe, May you grow to understand That all the children of Abraham Have failed in their Father’s eyes. Each, By their own design, Believe that their way to be divine And death for those they despise. Think Before you retaliate. Fail to emancipate The hatred that you will…

Lilith Discarded (The Aftermath) Poetry In emotion, Caught up in Enigma. Carnal In devotion, Devised in your Desire. Languish In affection, Wrapped up in Embrace. I thirst for the knowledge That flows freely from your tree. Lips upon your pulse, Come, whisper it to me! Turned In temptation Shadowed in your Soul. Used In expectation,…