creative corner /poetry

life

is a hairraising event

taking your breath away

for the better or for the worse

to survive

is what we learn along the road

if not

we are not able

to enjoy it

though that is

what we live for

there is no model though

we need to improvise

all who say otherwise

are a bunch of motherfuckers

*

" indecent ":

An accusation too easily used

thrown like a gnawed- on bone to the dogs

without thinking it over;

A parade word of Queen Victoria

and her army of frustrated followers

combing through habits as well as

vocabulary to extinguish it forever

and used as weaponry by the Church

to deal with the black sheep

and oh- weren't there too many?

''That's indecent' - i still hear my

mother claim as her seven children

enthusiastically chewed food and spoke

at the same time demanding silence

punishing the ones who dared

to have it their own way after that;

indecent

may it remain part of history

once fashionable, now

terribly obsolete

*

when day has changed to night

and the serene touch of darkness

slows me down

it is love

that mysterious feeling

which always enhances

my motivation to wake up

at dawn

to face new challenges

but not before she has embraced me

and marked my skin

with scents and lovebites

like pearldrops on the grass

*

does it exist - the truth?

painters mix colours as they

reflect impressions on their canvas

all represent their own interpretation

of what they observe

there is no truth

just a bundle of observations

we hold in our hands

but do not want to

let go

*

* writerscreedchallenge #open your eyes

Is it that important

to know

what to look for

just take in what you see

and relax

instead of planning

eternal timetables

what the heck

just enjoy

a baby touches your nose

and claps its little hands

so much fun

just like that

spontanity - give it a chance

and i bet you feel better

*

'You don't know what it is like'.

that shitty feeling

that mood of not feeling well

in fact that resounding whisper

of hollowness and abusive laughter

inside you, too deep to dig it out

not being accepted by others

neither friends nor enemies

all handing you visiting cards

of where to get help

and consultations

that anxious pet on the shoulder

that proof of not understanding

that shitty feeling

is awful and eating at you

it knocked me out

I picked the fight alone

but give yourself time

for goodness sake

you need it

*

if passion withers

It feels as if vou're left with

empty hands

even more so

if recognizing it seems too painful

to admit

as time goes by

the pressure though will grow

to have the courage to do so

it doesnot need to mean

friendship is lost

it just takes a different shape

that's all

*

feel with your fingers

touch her body

listen to her breath

faster as you make circles

touching her sensitive skin

learn to see that way

what she wants most of all

and kiss her

cuddle her

stroking her ears with your voice

strumming her pleasure

and notice her answers

given by shudders

shaking, trembling

that way you learn to see

to feel, to understand

what kind of woman she is

*

You mean my eyes are closed at night

and not really open next morning?

walking around like a blind human

picking up diverse sounds

without seeing?

oh...how precious the feeling that

you could calculate , understand

without having to see!

open your eyes is a silly must

for those who dare not use their senses

but i like to pick up the challenge

of seeing without looking

how about that?

*

wachtuiltje 2020🗿

Hi ellenya fairing well

still so many things to tell

fantasy is running wild

burlesque thoughts ,

opinions mild

any topic is fair game

rhymes need numbers

not a name

daily inspiration flows

how you manage

noone knows

but it certainly is true

that we love them

yes we do!

*dedicated to @jonaswpoetry

Scratch the surface

reveal the pain

life can be cruel if you dare

better do as if and smile?

it is hard to say

as a writer i think

you should have courage to scratch

as you do

as it enhances honesty

in daily life

it may be a different story

and you may have to give in

to a compromise between your soul

and your job

*

clouds get more obese

as they gather above the horizon

and sunshine bleaches behind a veil

nature falls silent

warnings of imminent change

elephants and gazelles

roaming the savannas

for the last sources of fresh water

know their patience will pay off

as they stare at the sky

warnings

of torrential rain

returning to them in an eyeblink

what seemed nearly lost

as i watch i realize

how delicate the balance of life

and i felt humble

yes, very much so

*

When

nothing is left

there still is you

like a dawn showing not all is lost

a shy bird dares to sing aloud

nothing, my friend,

doesnot exist

and as i hold you in my arms

I start to understand

how silly i was

to tell the truth

and as i kiss you passionately

I offer you the best

i have to give

my honesty

*

My soul swallows the tenderness

your lips print

on my skin

while i - still in bed-

wake up from dreams

feeling your caring touch

tenderness

what a silly fool i was

to think that i would stare

at my face in utterly hollow mirrors

after i lost a friend forever

now there is you

dragging me to sit on rainbows

admiring the beauty

of true love

*