Category Archives: poetry

This is a collection of stunning poetry fragments in Dutch and English. Those are the lines that most impressed in the aselect chosen poems, from known and unknown poets, by their images, atmosphere or musical values ( NL+E ) A Hand full of Images ( … Continue reading →

This was my second bundle of poetry in Dutch language. The bundle contains 65 poems, written in a time when writing poetry and dreaming was one of my survival strategies. When you want to read the whole bundle in Dutch, … Continue reading →

Noiseless she’s walking barefoot in her darkred sarong. Through the twilight of the cooler evening monotonous gamelan sounds are floating under the whistling palmtrees. Through the flagrant sirsak juice I smell the warmth of her smooth, brown skin. Softly she … Continue reading →

Octaves higher than Chinese girlchoirs spacey cosmic tunes are reaching feather tender my hearing’s borderlines. Gulf after gulf more shining eyes seething sultry twincklings in our pallid cooled blood. Safely flowing glassy fleeces around the sunken skin muting naves are … Continue reading →

Sometimes helped by strong emotions the shadow defeats the self and takes over re-member-s his hidden ghost putting her open soul in the farthest corner filled with anxiety crying from irrational fear like a canope that lost the heart. Then … Continue reading →

This song is born from the mirroring of far blue mountains in flooded sawa’s from the smiles in women’s eyes from the rice and flowers at every houses gate from the colored prawa-sails strikes before darkness from all abundant bananastalks … Continue reading →

Dark bright eyes black waving flagrant hair in the languid smokey air blossom colors on their subtle moving clothes silent feet apparently without any hasty aims the smell of baked meat in endless quiet evenings with ancient, holy treats. The … Continue reading →

What sort of thermal gloom is penetrating in my chest whatfore a singing voice is lodging in my head? You paint your rosy signals with softed fingers on my pane you whisper very loudly through the seducing springtime birds. Your … Continue reading →

Wingless my laughing bird is spilled from her youthfully joyful flight. Soulless she’s sitting now in the fruitlessly teared sand of her cracked glassy cage. Silently in minor she’s sobbing over and over the same irrational desperate refrain. In sack … Continue reading →