Category Archives: Poems


Als een bloem
Draai ik mijn hoofd naar de zon
Ogen nog gesloten
Met warmte overgoten

Langzaam maar vol plannen
Wordt de wereld rond me wakker
Eieren zoeken in de tuin
Snel nog langs de bakker

De vrede van het Paasfeest
Hangt in de ochtendlucht te zweven
Waardoor alles liefde lijkt
En je met nieuwe ogen kijkt

Al was het maar voor even



We bedelven de winter
Met zonneschijn
Van onder de rijm
Komt nieuw leven gekropen

Bloempjes, nog klein
Groeten de zon onzeker
En de eerste hommels trotseren
In hun slaperige vlucht
De nog kille lucht

Mijn hart verjaagt de koude
En zet de ramen wijd open
Hop, hop! Naar buiten!
De zomer tegemoet

Pills or candles

Today I lit a candle
It made the headache go away
Or was that the Ibuprofen?
I don’t know, what can I say?

I sat and watched and for a second
My inner self danced with the flame
A little peace, a little quiet
A little art outside the frame.

My inner self and all its stories
They like to go outside and play
If I’m to write ’bout pills or candles
I’ll choose the second any day

Fortune favours the Bold


At dawn when the morning rises
The flowers turn their heads to see
The golden rays and silver linings
They do it soft yet mindlessly

As the days shrink in the autumn
Leafs fall certain from the trees
Abandoned swift and without warning
Yet they rustle in the breeze

Steadily and never ending
Changes come throughout the year
The caterpillar grows its wings
Without doubt and without fear

So why build walls and why build fences
Why sit still and guard and hold
When even the light of stars has written
Now and forever

Fortune favours the BOLD



To fight is to surrender
To one’s fear and pride
And step onto the battlefield
Well knowing that it might

Bring either victory and wisdom
Or scatter loss and pain
So much to loose
Such wealth to gain

It’s to stand strong
Be still and breath
Exist in the moment
And feel the earth underneath

To move with the wind
Heart light as a leaf
To ground like a rock
To believe

She’s steady and kind
Both supple and fierce
And the voice of her heart
Is all that she hears

To fight is to surrender
To the deepest of one’s soul
The warrior seeks stillness
Though the battle
Makes her whole


The wings of curtailed birds

So many ways to live
So many ways to die
And all we fear is love
And all we do is try

There is no curtain call
For those we’ve pushed aside
Their names upon the wall
Are wiped out in the night

Meanwhile our hearts forget
There is no pride in words
No fame in cutting off
The wings of curtailed birds

Perhaps we call it justice
Perceive ourselves as fierce
And boldly claim a right
To smash and bruise and pierce

In this mere play we shout
The verses by our hands
We throw poetic madness
Regardless where it lands

So many ways to speak
So many ways to lie
When all we lack is love, my dear
How dare we even try