Heyday of summer adorned now
man high ferns under shade trees
fallen trunks, branches, moss and grasses
If you allow me, in dream world
or not feigned reality
we travel together to the silence.
Trying to write in English. Mobar also known as Henk van Dijk and Jeroen Splinterman is living in Amsterdam East in the Netherlands.
zondag 28 juli 2013
Perhaps
Perhaps I may endear you with unprecedented darkness
where your mind is silent in emptiness.
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Herfst 2006
ik bedoel dat ik gewoon een vrucht aan het schilderen was op een tafeltje en dat ik er later een liefdesvrucht in zag. Het is mijn meest recente werk. Van vorige week.
where your mind is silent in emptiness.
........................................................
Herfst 2006
ik bedoel dat ik gewoon een vrucht aan het schilderen was op een tafeltje en dat ik er later een liefdesvrucht in zag. Het is mijn meest recente werk. Van vorige week.
Heart
Heart of the Forest writings
between the red sun and pink moon
letters to testimony
are the history of your country
We're not on the same wavelength
the horizon repeats itself in the act
like the tides of the sea
I'm a country without a father
I love your silence by intimacy
that gives freedom to intense melancholy
as a rebel in lost land
with fools who do not see your soul.
Mobar Poems
Summer 2013.
She
you love her but only in mind
( To what extent you are really with me
if you live in my mind
I dare not explain )
( To what extent you are really with me
if you live in my mind
I dare not explain )
Flowers
The flowers never
in immortal bloom
between the tender
grass on your grave
a final move
to a forgotten dream
again on the road, on the way .
Mobar Poems
Summer 2013.
in immortal bloom
between the tender
grass on your grave
a final move
to a forgotten dream
again on the road, on the way .
Mobar Poems
Summer 2013.
zaterdag 27 juli 2013
Moon
The crescent moon wanders
lonely above summer fields
our most beautiful dream
roams silently on stormy sea.
World
World
I have sometimes missed you
with your woods and rivers
I saw you blow and loftily waving at me
but when I was there
I saw them accelerate in love
I saw it full of blood, so the heat was increased
insects were dying, the last life in the gutter
I saw birds juggling in the air with the emptiness
fish gasping for oxygen that was distributed
with naked soldiers in the night
nuns in love with the delicious sweet witches
fighting for the truth
because I saw everything I thought I thought.
27 juli 2013, Amsterdam, Mobar V.
I have sometimes missed you
with your woods and rivers
I saw you blow and loftily waving at me
but when I was there
I saw them accelerate in love
I saw it full of blood, so the heat was increased
insects were dying, the last life in the gutter
I saw birds juggling in the air with the emptiness
fish gasping for oxygen that was distributed
with naked soldiers in the night
nuns in love with the delicious sweet witches
fighting for the truth
because I saw everything I thought I thought.
27 juli 2013, Amsterdam, Mobar V.
woensdag 20 maart 2013
Happy New Tear
Happy New Tear
To all of you
in heaven on earth
a Happy New Tear
without anger or fear.
31-12-2009
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