Written in the sand
I walked along the seashore
My heart full of angry emotion
I wanted to shout out loud
Let it flow over the ocean
Yellow
You are the sunshine in my life
When you are around all seems bright
The world displays shades of colour
All I need is a splash of light
Woolgathering
Where did they go
The thoughts I used to have
The words I used to say
The dreams that used to flow?
Without you again
Without you there is no cold
Only happiness and joyful tears
Without you I’m happy as can be
Overwhelmed with a lot of cheers
Without you
Without you there is no warmth
No gladness and no tears
Without you my life is sad
Avoid of any cheers
Wisdom
Wisdom is like the fruit of a tree
They must come to maturity
Picked too early and eaten
It will not become
Wild hours of surrender
I would tell you of the wild hours of surrender
If you would enter my impetuous dream with me
Into my domain where nothing is kind or tender
And only passion and turbulence exists to be
Whirlmind
Today …
I will love exuberant
My eyes are shining clear
Nice things are happening
I don’t know how to fear
Where will I be
Where will I be when I reached the end
Where am I going when I cross the line
Will all my fights be meant
Will my loved ones be fine
Where they don’t belong
My feet are standing in a place
Where they don’t belong
Everything in my body says
It is just so wrong
Where
Knock, and it shall be opened unto you
Ask and you shall receive
Seek and you shall find
When times passes by
When time passes by and you don’t know where you have been
You need to reflect of all the things you let within
We don’t want to share
We live in a world of abundance
But we simply do not want to share
Who knows there comes a difficult time
Where we require extensive care
Waiting
Waiting, waiting, all day long
Alone in bed on my back
‘Till the doctor comes along
I am feeling like a wreck
Vincent
He didn’t know it at the time
His life existed in poverty and grime
The only way he could survive
Was at the age of thirty-five
Urban reflections
I hear the soughing of the tram over the rails
In the fast whiz I see a reflection mirrored
Of the comfortable pub along the canal
And the advertisement on the bulletin board
Turmoil
What drives you again and again to stress
That turmoil in your soul
The answer is simple
You are no longer in control
Treasure hunt
They are hidden everywhere
The fair treasures of your life
You can find them anywhere
With odd shapes and colours rife
Traces in the sky
Your thoughts are a reality
They will never perish
Their operation is mysteriously
It encourages the creation
Touch from heaven
Suddenly a contented smile traces my face
I thought I felt a tiny whisper on my cheek
It was as if I was finally touched by grace
And was led into the magnificent mystic
Too much
I don’t know what to think anymore
My brain is way too full
It’s hard to handle or ignore
That constant tear and pull
Thousands of tomorrows
I would give you thousands of tomorrows if it were up to me
If only my hands could heal you, but that wasn’t meant to be
I would spin a cocoon around you so you could see
But it’s only you who can set your mind free
The wolfs den
Look at the piercing glance in his eye
The way he sees it all
His thick fur, dark and high
Standing on all fours wide and tall
The vibrates of the string
The silence is deafening in my head
I don’t know if this day will be sad
The music arises brisk and strong
I can’t imagine that something’s wrong
The stars
Flat on my back in the cool grass
I look up to the darkening sky
A picture perfect you can’t surpass
It lets me think and wonder why
The silent march
We are walking the silent march
With heavy sorrow in our heart
We try to hide all of our scars
Wish we will never be apart
The Shakespeare café
See the streets of delightful paradise
The cosy cafe of the man so wise
That even a few centuries later
We still assume he was even greater
Than the paramount man we ever knew
At any rate from our point of view
The philosophy of the pavement edge
Let me tell you about my philosophy
Of the pavement edge
It is just my private prophecy
It is a very narrow ledge
The last door
I loved you, I loved you so much
Night and day you were the world for me
Every moment I longed for your touch
I never knew you wanted to be free
The iron road
The great white bird took them up
The missile brought them down
The iron road brings them home
The hurt is felt in every town
The first time
At the first blush
I felt young and smiled
At the touch of your hand
My heart went wild
The endless end
There is so much I need to do
To write some stories, at least a few
But there’s nothing in my brain
In any case not something new
The echo
I heard you discuss ideals without a sincere belief
And wondered if you spoke the words from inner conviction
Or were you just repeating other men’s words like a thief
Because your own knowledge would have been a contradiction
The color of emptiness
I woke up this morning and there was nothing to see
Although I saw a squirrel in a gigantic tree
And a vague path in the impenetrable woodland
My senses went numb and I just couldn’t understand
The clock is ticking
The clock is ticking seconds, minutes, hours
The hands are waving that the time is ours
The timekeeper gives just enough space
For us to participate in the chase
The butterfly that flew
When you enjoy the evening sun under the willows
When you lay your head down on the pillows
When every second of your final day is clicking
When times passes by the clock of life is ticking
The bottle with all my tears
Almost choking in my sorrow
Down my face flows a bitter tear
In tense waiting for tomorrow
When I can let go of the fear
Dusk world
The memory of our kiss still flaring bright
You burned that kiss into my soul
You set my entire life alight
You make me misplace all control
That broken hopes may mend
In the dark where all hopes are turned
In which the gleam of happiness is never seen
There’s a sliver of light where my heart was burned
Where my dreams and nightmares lie in between
Teddy Bear
My husband gave me a teddybear
It lies on my pillow next to me
And in bitter times of great despair
It gives me solace to some degree
Superconductivity
The professor’s task was very simple
Write a dissertation about Einstein’s relativity
But then you first have to understand
The gap between space and superconductivity
Stuff
I know, I know for very sure
I have left it on the table
But there is something obscure
I think it’s absolutely unable
Strawberry flavor
Thank you for your company
Your laughter, stories and flowers
The warmth of your family
You can entertain me for hours
Stormy weather
Did you hear the call of my lonely heart
It is one clear silvery note ringing through
Every moment in time we are apart
You are hearing the same, you know it’s true
Still
It is still in my heart
Cause you’re not here
It is still in my mind
Cause you’re not near
Starsign
I am a restless spirit
Filled with nervous energy
A powerful lesson I inherit
Always in need for synergy
Sound of ocean waves
The sun was rising over the mountaintops
The gale blowing through the caves
And just when the wind of music drops
I heard the sound of ocean waves
Some day
Someday
I sow the seed that makes life fun
To create new life under the sun
Life will give us more than tension
It expands to a new dimension
Someday, but not today
She took it all
She took it all
All that I had
Even the thoughts
I didn’t know I thought
Just by the slap of her hand
She took my belief away
She called him out
For a fleeting moment he felt a sudden shock
She called him out to display her his emotion
But he wouldn’t want his pent-up heart to unlock
Although he loved her by absolute devotion
Shallow hole
I hear you knocking, knocking on my front door
For the umpteenth time you are asking for more
But this time I am not in the mood to give
I haven’t got the heartiness to be positive
Shades of midnight
When the clock strikes at midnight life seemed to change
Shades of the evening turned into something strange
The soft hues of the evening sky disappeared
Instead there was a sudden brightness so weird
Searching
My hands are searching in the dark
Vain for a tangible proof
Dazed in my desperation
Suffocating in sorrow
Sadness
When the sadness overwhelms me
And gloomy nights are just too long
I think about things that could be
Of a future where I’ll be strong
Reflections on a window
I look outside and see the world pass by
When I close my eyes I see reflection
Because I realise that when I watch
I only see part of a collection
Red hat ladies
When I walked past I noticed three old ladies on a bench
They behaved high-spirited as they were simply a wench
At first sight I thought their retirement surely must have come
But they seem so talkative and very adventuresome
Proclamation
Hear my voice, hear my news
I have an important declaration to make
It is something not entirely amuse
There is some big event at stake
Pretend
I thought you were my friend
But your laughs were not sincere
You were acting as my best friend
But when I need you, you’re not here
Penpals
She told me she had a friend
They are writing once in awhile
Playful memories without end
About anything with a smile
Papers
Papers, papers, papers all around
What should I do with it
Should I keep them with a string bound
Or stack them neatly fit
Paintings on my wall
Just finished the last painting
The last painting on my wall
All different kinds of artwork
Some are giant, some are small
Only words
You say time and again that you love me
But I can’t feel it in your touch
I am full of longing of unfulfilled desire
I am yearning for your embrace so much
On the day he died
He had a song in his voice
And a gift for the rhyme
He gave you a choice
To love him in time
Old and battered
I see your old and battered face
I remember these lines so well
The heartfelt worries and the laughs
They represent your life, they tell
Old abandoned house
I close my eyes and see our house
With the chipped front door out of its rods
The faded paint, the crooked window frames
It is still standing against the odds
Obliteration
I’m not a racist, I love all people
I am not preaching from a steeple
I hate religious terrorists who want to rule the world
Who think they can change our pattern whorled
Nothing to hold on
They said it wouldn’t last
There was nothing to hold on
We both had a troubled past
Our love would come and gone
Nothing left
Feeling the emptiness in my heart
Couldn’t sense my passion anymore
Suddenly everything fell apart
Nothing in my life left to explore
Not in my lifetime
You hurt me so bad that I will never overcome
The evilness of your so-called righteousness
You made me doubt and lonesome
My brain can’t wrap around your libellous
No name
People tell me that I am wrong
She was not to blame
Because she never whished to learn
To love without shame
Night dreamer
I am dreaming the night away
Making up stories you won’t believe
But when I’m awake during the day
There is nothing I can achieve
Never let me go
He told me I was stupid
That I couldn’t do anything right
He made me feel I was worth nothing
That is why he kept me tight
Narrow minded
I wonder why humans can be so intolerable
And why it always hurts so much
When you are at the receiving end
Of that unreal and narrow-minded touch
My special boy
Look at my beautiful child
The symptoms may be mild
But he needs special care
And all the love we share
My moment
Why would you miss this chance
This is my moment
The clash of anxieties and dreams
This is my moment
My little angel
I ask my angel for forgiveness
The tears are falling down my face
If there was only a possibility
I would have folded you in my embrace
My heart is pounding
My heart is pounding, pounding
It doesn’t know the rhythm anymore
My brain finds it amazing
The things my heart is crying for
The pink bike
A young man comes to court
He must answer for his deed
Of all the things were tort
It was his time to treed
My fairy Godmother
She wished me prosperity and curiosity
As well as a generous state of mind
She wished me exuberant dreams in ferocity
And all the inspiration I could find
Moral courage
“Moral courage is a more rare commodity
Than bravery in battle or great intelligence”
It seems to be for most people an oddity
Because what they want takes at any time precedence
Money
Poeff … there was a major crash
Of the stock market exchange
A big cloud evaporated my stash
I was in a state of derange
Monday mornings
Every day when I wake up
I stumble through my rooms
Blindly I take my coffee cup
And inhale delicious fumes
Mommy
Mommy
Can you teach me how to choose
How do I know what I need to use
There is so much on this wonderful earth
But how do I know what is worth
Misty rain and autumn time
Misty rain and autumn time
The changing phases of the season
The leaves are now falling in rhyme
The turning of the earth has its reason
Misfits
She stood alone against the wall of the room
Her eyes were roaming over the crowd
Her gaze was off putting and you would assume
She wore a sign: ‘friendship not allowed’
Life after you
Of course there is life after you
Don’t tell me that I am wrong
I know I can depend on me
I know that I’ll be strong
Letter to myself
When I grow old I want to be famous
The most outstanding lady in the world
With exquisite makeup and colourful nails
And with hair in abundance curled
Leaving a fragrance
Inspired by an incredible sense of self
And unabashed spirited femininity
I give the world a timeless passionate fragrance
A love story that lasts until infinity
Last day
When my last day has come
My love please let me be
A simple flower is enough
Your endless love will set me free
La Patron
She was the Goddess and she gave him a mission
He would accept this task without hesitation
The Goddess gave him her blessing and full support
And handpicked the only true one as his consort
Just Patty
You can give a child strong foundations
So powerful that they break away
And when they exceed your expectations
There is only one thing to say
Dusk world
The memory of our kiss still flaring bright
You burned that kiss into my soul
You set my entire life alight
You make me misplace all control
Journey for a thousand miles
Once in a while you are feeling sad
You worked so hard and had such high hopes
It doesn’t mean that something is bad
It just desolates you when life gropes
Jim Morrison
On the shores of Venice Beach
He feels a rebellious urge
To expand himself to teach
And find he is on the verge
Je suis Charlie
Who are you to take our art away
Who are you to make us hurt
Who are you to make us obey
Who are you to take us your dirt
It’s time
Every time I see you
You’ve got something on your mind
Thoughts you really need to tell
Some gossip you hide behind
Invisibility
After a year of writing poems every day
I have almost reached my senility
But to avoid that I lose my ability
I need to go all the way
Impetuous heart
In my land of make belief
Life can be very spontaneous
There will never be any grief
Everything else is miscellaneous
I wondered
If I could go back in time, where would I go
To the eighties with the Tracey Ullman show
Or watching E.T. and listening to Queen
With the biggest hairstyles you have ever seen
I said no
I said no but you still started to talk
I said no but you wouldn’t stop
I said no but you started to stalk
I said no but you wouldn’t let it drop
I never understood
I never understood
The why and the how
How she laid the blame
Of all the things she did
To me without shame
I closed my eyes
I closed my eyes and I have tasted
In the knowledge that time will heal
And nothing I learned is wasted
The emerging love that I feel
I can fly
In the middle of the night
In my warm and cosy bed
I was in a ferocious fight
And petrified of the threat
I am lost
I am lost in a blaze of need
The urge to want to find you
But I only sense my heart to bleed
Your promise didn’t come through
I am a peacock
I am a peacock
I have beautiful feathers
Look at how I can sway and swing
All colours in all weathers
It almost feels as if I’m king
Homesick
Longing was the appropriate word
For the feeling they all shared
The reality became a bit blurred
When the director suddenly declared
Home
When I think about my home, I am home
I can feel the texture of my couch
The feeling of closeness of living in my dome
Just like the warmth of a kangaroo pouch
Holiday
I am so excited,
I have booked my holiday
We are driving to the south of France
Along the endless motorway
Hidden stories
I live in a simple house on top of the hill
The paint on the woodwork has already faded
No one is hearing my cries, I keep myself still
It has been a long time when someone invaded
He
He was disrupting her somehow
She thought he would hurt her again
But she should be real strong for now
She would not give in to the pain
Grandfather and grandson
Grandpa is a jack of all trades
A baseball player with an awesome stroke
He is helping his grandson with his grades
A jolly man and always in for a cracking joke
Garden of Serenity
Surrounding myself with stillness
I will not say a word, just hush
And banish the sound of shrillness
Enjoy the exuberant lush
Funtime in Heaven
My grandmother relayed me a message
She’s been resting in heaven for a while
Lately it became awfully boring
They were in desperate need for a smile
Fire
When I look into your smokey eyes
I see a fire burning fierce
When I take a sip of your lips
I hear your sweet words trembling down
Feeling Blue
Negative thoughts all around
Pulling the life out of you
All your feelings to be drowned
Leaves you to feel somewhat blue
Fanletter to Tim McGraw
I stumbled upon your music
Just a couple of years ago
Instantly I became a fan
I liked the rhythm and the flow
Family portrait
Grandpa is a friendly man
A heart as big as the sky
His arms are warm and cozy
He is just a simple guy
Faking
She lives in a land of make-believe
Of trickery and invention
She creates a world where she can grieve
In order to get the opposite attention
Night moves
Rashly I roamed deep down in the shadows of the night
Never contemplated the thought of danger or fright
I Just wandered to a place where my feelings evoke
Calming my disordered senses within the night smoke
Drown in sorrow
It is so easy to drown in your sorrow
It is so easy to always feel your pain
It is so easy to forget about tomorrow
It is so easy to only see the rain
Drained
I have written 25 poems in 25 days.
And I am actually drained
Suddenly the fun is totally gone
I am feeling a bit constrained
Dragon at the door
I am the dragon at the door
To keep my loved ones save
I have said it once before
That you really need to behave
Do you love me enough
Will you marry me, do you love me enough
It is important for me to know
Am I now calling your bluff
I need an answer, I want to grow
Destination
When I look into the past
I don’t see anything that last
I see sorrow and the shame
I can only feel hurt and pain
Dear Diary
At the closing of daylight
I wanted to let you know
What’s happening in my heart
And that it’s been long ago
Daydreams
I am dreaming in images
Of witches of the medieval times
In ancient and faded villages
Or life that was full of crimes
Damaged heart
By the loud cracking sound of her heart
She felt the organ splintered apart
Unwanted love gave her restless sleep
None of all was intended to keep
Creations
Seventeen different ladies
Creating fantastic things nice
They will do their uttermost best
Never to make creations twice
Computer crash
Grr …
I had a major crash down
Of my computer yesterday
I really had the urge
To throw it all away
Complaining
Complaining, complaining, nothing else I hear
When it is not too short, it sure is too long
When it’s not too weak, it surely is too strong
Please let all your yammering just disappear
Cleaning
Monday morning starts really good
Cleaning day for the living room
I am just in the proper mood
And starting out with my white plume
Choice
It was the biggest choice in her life
She just didn’t know
Deliberations took a while
Should she stay or should she go
Cause nothing else mattered
I try and I try again
I will not give up hope
But every time I try
I’ll cling to a fragile rope
Calm delight
I wandered along the creek
And took another clearer look
And saw an amazing streak
Reflected in my garden nook
Butterfly in my window
There’s a butterfly in my window
In colors of all shades and hues
She flutters with her translucent wings
And softly blows away the blues
Brand new smile
It’s just me you are looking at
Plain and simple, just and fair
A nice lady with a ginger cat
A few friends who are worth my care
Bounce
Driving down the road to happiness
I looked at you with an introverted smile
Because with every bump in the road
We came closer together mile after mile
Blessed Be
What makes the power of nature
The overwhelming view of the world
The urge of the goddess to nurture
The magic and wisdom unfurled
Above all
Someone asked me who is God
And I answered I am God
So I need to decide for myself
If I will be impressed or be awed
A vile prank
With severe shivering he stood
At the side of the river
Tired from his afternoon swim
His lips started to quiver
A thousand dances
I dreamed last night that you would give me a fair chance
So I could hold you in my arms at the last dance
As if we danced a thousand dances together
We endlessly waltzed the night in summer’s weather
A smile on my face
I saw a picture the other day
It puts a smile on my face
It was a kitten gone astray
I followed her just incase
The blob
When I woke up this morning
I stepped into a world unknown
And during this time aborning
The life I knew was blown
A shadow in the shade
The feelings came back in a whisper
Just like a shadow in the shade
With closed eyes she searched her memory
And suddenly she was afraid
A little magic in the air
There is a little magic in the air
Not much, but just enough to entwine
The delightful feeling of the flare
Of the shooting star that will shine
A Ghra, A amhain
A ghra, A amhain, my love, my only one
Do I know you well or do I fail to understand
Am I just keeping a brave face
Or am I wandering in no man’s land
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