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 )
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
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
Soms zegt een traan meer dan een glimlach.
15.631 x bekeken 13 stemmen 4 sterren op 1001 gedichten.
zaterdag 11 augustus 2012
Homesickness
this is the morning
I always were afraid for
lost somewhere
singing and hearing the echo
of a lonely heart
it was purely, an act of love
but still not the truth
when I looked you in the eyes
as sad thoughts
left alone in memory
maybe we can even talk
about the meaning of life
and do what we must do
before you are gone forever
before I never see you again.
- mobar -
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O awake for days
loneliness allows stupid thinking
amount wrinkles you could caress
because what is left of love.
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