Poetry

  • The Very Public Death of a Cicada

    It wasn’t me, I swear It just fell from the sky Right next to me Falling through layers of air A loud thumb Sealed its fate Or perhaps it was Already dead After sixteen years Of sleep it screamed In agony over life Until now Now it lies here Body intact, soul astray Food for…

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  • A Warning #unintendedpoetry

    A Warning Never make the argument for some evil only because it’s available. History doesn’t prove anything. Okay. And that’s all I will say about this topic. ~ @nobyeni Some months ago I joined a writing community (@thewritersblock). One of the poets there started to edit words said in chat, to show the beauty of…

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  • Dichtend aan de rivier

    Het stroomt te snel Dus zwemmen we op het droge Temidden van gedruis Druist de nacht ons tegemoet Haar neus wipt ongeduldig Verlicht door korte knallen Mondhoeken, lippen getuit Houdt ze haar mening voor zichzelf Ogen gericht op mogelijkheden Oren gespitst op liefde Dringt haar stem tussendoor Begeeft ze zich in het heden 31.07.2014 Basel

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  • I am white

    I wish I were of native American descend to weep and wail over crushed hopes the disease and killing of our brothers and sisters to sing and dance on the soil that belonged to my fathers but I am carrying the white man’s burden I wish I were of Jewish descend to weep and wail…

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  • Little Bird…

    I’ve started a new phase in my life, as you might already know. So I decided to start with another try of the poem-a-day… the idea is to write a poem every day, very simple. I’ll stick to the 4×4 scheme this time, to spend less time thinking about form, and more on sound and…

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  • Philosophy’s Curse

    It leaves you breathless on a cloudy afternoon It silences you whenever you’re supposed to talk It distances you from everything sane and sound Philosophy’s curse Of course there are times when you can relate When you nihilistically existentially circumspect When red is just an ordinary colour – no Wittgenstein Until it hits you –…

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  • Back to the Beginning

    Sometimes it’s the only way forward The only way to create anew What was present throughout Do you notice how there are no full-stops? Is it part of the poetic license? It will be as it must be, an endless growling Until the becoming human I am Decides on the Death of the animal inside…

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  • Death Untold

    I wonder from time immortalUntil life is drenched to naughtFor all those who have embraced meAlthough I’ve never been caught I wish there was a lullaby sweetEnough to end my unpleasant thoughtAs I intend to follow the rhythm of my soulAnd not listen to all things I ought Be brave, scolding soldier of bloomAnd light-heartened…

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  • The Need for Love

    Als ik tranen biggelMet grote regelmaatLik jij mijn wangen dan droogTotdat de wereld vergaat Als ik webben spinMet grote regelmaatSteek jij ze dan aan gruzelenTotdat de wereld vergaat Als ik wegen bewandelHou jij mijn hand dan stevigAls ik schepen verbrandHou jij mijn hand dan stevig

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  • Impression

    Indruk Het negatiefVan onze lichamen In het gras 6 juli 2010 Impression The negativeOf our bodiesIn the grass

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