A bird. I follow

it for two seconds, and then --


I see something else.


Een vogel. Ik volgEin Vogel. Ganz kurz
hem twee tellen lang, en dan --folge ich ihm, und sehe --

zie ik iets anders.dann was anderes.

Poem H0072
Amsterdam, 2011-12-17

Keywords: Attention: focus, Flying: bird, bird of prey 
 
 

The light is changing,

and with it, my face changes --


Do I look like me?


Het licht verandert,Das Licht ändert sich,
mijn gezicht verandert mee --und damit auch mein Gesicht --

Lijk ik op mezelf?Gleiche ich mir selbst?

Poem H0837
Amsterdam, 2014-03-06

Keyword: Identity: appearance 
 
 

Heroes are bright stars,

but here on Earth their light is --


nevertheless weak.


Helden: heldereHelden sind helle
sterren, maar hier op aarde --Sterne, doch auf der Erde --

is hun licht heel zwak.ist ihr Licht sehr schwach.

Poem H1109
Amsterdam, 2015-01-25

Keywords: Hero(ine), Child: education 
 
 

I'll never do that

again! Now, how can I teach --


that to my children?


Ik zal zoiets nooitIch mache das nicht
meer doen! Hoe leer ik dat nu --mehr! Nun, wie bringe ich das --

aan mijn kinderen?meinen Kindern bei?

Poem H1546
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2016-10-10

Keywords: Child: education, Parenthood 
 
 

Immaturity:

learning what is right, we do --


it throughout our lives.


Onvolwassenheid:Unreife: lernen,
leren wat goed is, dat doen --was gut ist, Menschen machen --

mensen levenslang.das ihr Leben lang.

Poem H1571
Amsterdam, 2016-10-26

Keyword: Adultness (behaviour) 
 
 

That's the way it is

and sure, it may be all-right --


yet we do resist.


Het is zo en zoEs ist so und so
zal het ook wel goed zijn, toch --wird es schon gut sein, trotzdem --

verzetten we ons.versetzen wir uns.

Poem H1879
Amsterdam, 2017-12-03

On the death of Herman H
Keywords: Sadness: mourning, Goodbye: gradual 
Dedicated to: Ineke J, Mark H, Christel H, Ellen H, Marianne H 
 
 

We withstand the wind,

our banners stand tall and proud --


in the storms and gusts.


We weerstaan de wind,Wir trotzen dem Wind,
onze banieren staan fier --unsere Fahnen aufrecht --

in storm en vlagen.in den Windböen.

Poem H2217
Scheveningen, 2018-06-21

Keywords: Life: lust (take pains), Mankind 
 
 

The men are paling

in the full sun, already --


they are very thin.


In de volle zonIn voller Sonne
verbleken de drie mannen --verblassen die drei Männer --

ze zijn al heel dun.sie sind schon sehr dünn.

Poem H5306
Amsterdam, 2025-03-12

Three Walking Men (Alberto Giacometti) - 1947
Sculpture "Trois hommes qui marchent"
Keyword: Lifestream (go by) 
Tribute to: Giacometti, Alberto 
 
 

On the Seine, the

pagoda of man reaches --


high into the sky.


Aan de Seine reiktAn der Seine ragt
de pagode van de mens --die Pagode der Menschen --

hoog de hemel in.hoch in den Himmel.

Poem H5382
Amsterdam, 2025-04-17

A pagoda is originally a temple in honour of the Buddha
With a photo of Lotte and Michi W on the Eiffel Tower

Eiffel Tower

Keywords: Mankind, Paris, Technics (progress) 
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 
 

The glass wind-shields draw

over the sand of the dunes --


irregular lines.


Glazen windschermenDie Windschutzscheiben
trekken over het duinzand --zeichnen auf dem Dünensand --

grillige lijnen.eckige Schatten.

Poem H5391
Amsterdam, 2025-04-21

With a photo of beach Pavilion 'Paal 28' (Pole 28) on Texel (at the Krimweg from De Cocksdorp), February 1st, 2012

Beach

Keywords: Beach, Texel, Wind 
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
 
 

Well-balanced stacking

what you do and do not do --


isn't that what life is?


Wat je doet en laatAusgewogen zu
evenwichtig op elkaar --stapeln, was man tut und nicht --

stapelen: leven.tut, das ist Leben.

Poem H5393
Amsterdam, 2025-04-21

With a photo of the three decorative towers of stacked stones at Gasthaus Bürgisweier Bad (June 5th, 2011, Madiswil)
They are not 'Steintürme' [Stone Towers] / 'Steinmännchen' ['Little Stone Men' / Cairns], which are pyramid-shaped piles of stones on the mountain roads, as signposts)

Stones

Keywords: Life: balance, Schweiz 
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Madelief dK 
 
 

After the blossom

festival, fluffy flakes snow --


the long streets under.


Na het bloesemfeestNach dem Blütenfest
sneeuwen de straten onder --sind die Straßen beschneit mit --

met donzen vlokken.flaumigen Flocken.

Poem H5480
Amsterdam, 2025-05-21

After Hanami matsuri ("Flower viewing", the cherry blossom festival)
Streets with bird cherries (prunus padus) in Amsterdam
Fluffing of the petals: 'Summer snow'

Keywords: Nature: trees, forest, Amsterdam, Snow 
 
 

So old-fashioned, that

wallpaper, that curtain, me --


in that room, back then.


Wat ouderwets, datWie altmodisch, die
behang, dat gordijn, ikzelf --Tapete, der Vorhang, ich --

in die kamer, toen.in diesem Zimmer.

Poem H5496
Amsterdam, 2025-05-24

With a photo of Madelief taken during a video call (December 26th, 2012)

Madelief

Keywords: Identity: change, Home: furnishing 
Dedicated to: Madelief dK 
 
 

In the oases

between the bicycle racks:


a city garden.


In de oasesIn den Oasen
tussen de fietsrekbeugels --zwischen den Fahrradständern --

is de stad een tuin.wächst ein Stadtgarten.

Poem H5557
Amsterdam, 2025-06-01

With a photo of a bicycle rack (May 21st, 2014, Nicolaas Beetsplein, Amsterdam)

Bicycle racky

Keywords: City (plants, animals), AmsterdamF, City (stone & steel) 
Dedicated to: Lotte W, Madelief dK 
 
 

In soft yellow hues,

the desert colours the walls --


and the evening sky.


In zachtgele tintenSanfte Gelbtöne:
kleurt de woestijn de muren --die Wüste färbt die Mauern --

en de avondlucht.und das Abendlicht.

Poem H5882
Amsterdam, 2025-08-26

Turkey song / Universal language (Matthew Rankin) - 2024
Film "Avaz-e bughalamun" / "Une langue universelle"
Keyword: Evening 
Tribute to: Rankin, Matthew 
 
 

Decaying in the

desert sun, the skeletons --


of houses, as art.


In de woestijnzonIn der Kieswüste
vergaan de geraamtes --verfallen die Skelette --

van huizen, als kunst.der Häuser, als Kunst.

Poem H5930
Schin op Geul, 2025-09-04

Noah Purifoy Outdoor Desert Art Museum - 2004
Mojave Desert
Keywords: Decay, Museum 
Tribute to: Purifoy, Noah 
 
 

In family trees:

only a few meagre facts --


of an entire life.


In iemands stamboomIn einem Stammbaum:
staan: slechts wat schrale feiten --nur mageren Fakten für --

van een heel leven.ein ganzes Leben.

Poem H6277
Amsterdam, 2026-05-23

The perfection of oblivion is that it makes clear that the meaning of life lies in the experiences you have
Keywords: Family: relatives, Lifestream (go by) 
 
 

Carefreeness: being

free from care, or not caring --


for other people.


Zorgeloosheid: vrijUnbesorgt: frei von
van zorgen, of niet zorgen --Sorgen, oder nicht sorgen --

voor de anderen.für die anderen.

Poem H6290
Amsterdam, 2026-05-25

Keyword: Care: brotherly love 
 
 

In the end, we all

are terminally, but that --


is not how you live.


Terminaal zijn weAm Ende kommen
uiteindelijk allemaal --wir alle am Ende, so --

maar zo leef je niet.lebt man dennoch nicht.

Poem H6375
Amsterdam, 2026-08-05

Keywords: Lifestream (on the way), Time: now / present 
 
 

The gilded Buddha

has a gargantuan chest --


and a heart of stone.


Een enorme borstEine große Brust
heeft de vergulde boeddha --hat der goldene Buddha --

en een hart van steen.und ein Herz aus Stein.

Poem S0213
Amsterdam, 2014-05-29

Keywords: Appearances, Religion: holiness 
 
 

Just making up for

the wasted day, not sleeping --


and watching movies.


De verloren dagDen vertanen Tag
's nachts goedmaken, niet slapen --nachts einholen, nicht schlafen --

en naar films kijken.mal Filme schauen.

Poem S0669
Amsterdam, 2018-01-25

Keyword: Order: chaos 
 
 

Bite-by-bite the rich

mountain is eating the men --


who eat the mountain.


Hapje voor hapjeBissen für Bissen
eet de rijke berg mannen --frisst der reiche Berg Männer --

die de berg eten.die den Berg essen.

Poem S0686
Amsterdam, 2018-03-04

Mining has been unhealthy work since time immemorial
The Cerro Rico (Rich Mountain) near Potosi in Colombia contained silver

Keyword: Capitalism 
 
 

He's thin, capsizing

in the light, falling out of --


the light. No shadow.


Zijn dunne lichaamSein dünner Körper
kapseist in het licht, valt uit --kentert im Licht und fällt aus --

het licht. Geen schaduw.dem Licht. Kein Schatten.

Poem S2591
Amsterdam, 2025-03-12

Falling Man / Capsizing Man (Alberto Giacometti) - 1950
Sculpture "L'Homme qui chavire"
Keyword: Life: course (end) 
Tribute to: Giacometti, Alberto 
 
 

Curfew, everyone

must live in their own capsule --


away from the earth.


Spertijd, iedereenSperrzeit, jeder in
in een eigen capsule --seiner eigenen Kapsel --

los van de aarde.weg von der Erde.

Poem S2599
Amsterdam, 2025-03-15

Lockdown measures due to Covid-19, 5 years ago
Keywords: Distance / Detachment, Covid-19, Body: and mind 
 
 

In the space station

I am weightless, almost all --


I am is my brain.


In het ruimteschipIn der Raumstation
ben ik gewichtloos, bijna --bin ich schwerelos, bin ich --

alleen nog mijn brein.fast nur mein Gehirn.

Poem S2600
Amsterdam, 2025-03-15

Lockdown measures due to Covid-19, 5 years ago
Astronauts as prototypes of the virtual human

Keywords: Brain: reason, Covid-19, Body: and mind 
 
 

Ah, as if I no

longer exist, my mother --


doesn't recognise me.


Alsof ik niet meerAch, als ob ich nicht
besta, mijn lieve mama --mehr existiere, Mami --

herkent me niet meer.erkennt mich nicht mehr.

Poem S2719
Amsterdam, 2025-06-15

Three Colours: Blue (Krzysztof Kieslowski) - 1993
Film "Trois couleurs: Bleu" - Liberté (Liberty)
Keywords: Missing: absence, Dementia 
Tribute to: Kieslowski, Krzysztof 
 
 

Well-known writers are

entertainers, they always --


meet expectations.


Bekende schrijversBerühmte Schreiber
vermaken je, ze voldoen --unterhalten, erfüllen --

aan verwachtingen.die Erwartungen.

Poem S3029
Amsterdam, 2025-12-19

Keywords: Writing: for attention, Honour / Fame 
 
 

Zywa Party with fairies

Election time: there they are
in beautiful dresses, the fairies
with their wands
aiming at my dreams

Sparkling stars
a beautiful world
is what they wish me
I get it as a gift

if I want, Say it
my vote
makes the difference
but the jester laughs

and dances around the shiny dresses
He points to the wands
they mostly point to each other
the rest is advertising paper

that wraps up the problems nicely
so be careful with wishes
they come true
the way you think:

half, and inconsistent
with a bill
for others
or for later

Poem 2278
Amsterdam, 2019-06-18

Keywords: Elections, Politics 
 
 

Zywa Rules are just rules

We adjust the rules, talking
     (about home, series and work)
with about fifty colleagues
     (rules for other people of course)
because there are never enough of them
     (they are never good enough)
we all know that
     (people are slipping through)
yes, there is plenty that is wrong

because that's freedom
     (everyone goes their own way)
and enforcement is expensive
     (no one will let himself be interrupted)
people rather ask
     (for new rules)
that is the problem
     (but what does it matter)
rules are just rules

Poem 2344
Amsterdam, 2019-07-05

Keywords: Order: (re)organise, Ethics: practice 
 
 

Zywa Wean Di

My friends live as neighbours
a second away from me
I can see if they are home

in the Wean Di
that encrusting tissue
of shifting hope

that drama of our lives
as a game of skill:
I am me and I

is us, a world full
of bridges between kindred spirits
But the roads are falling apart

Crossing physical borders
we travel safely around
in our filter of friendship

each with our noses wherever
the wind blows and with our chosen quiffs
and feathers on the wings of We and I

Poem 973
Amsterdam, 2017-01-22

Keywords: Friendship: close relations, Communication (digital) 
 
 

Zywa Café The Years

People disappear
in the round off of their group
shifted between deficit and surplus
when the brim is reached

and you still do exist, but all the same
do not count - Nothing can be done about it
For strangers, my life and experiences are
interchangeable, yet non-exchangeable with anyone

Only hypothetically
do my wingbeats matter
amidst all the butterflies
amidst all the flowers

in the gardens of the world
and the vases here
at the centre
of my thoughts

Poem 1292
Amsterdam, 2017-04-22

"Butterfly effect" (enlarged reaction)
Geometric rounding paradox: the half of 13x5=65 squares is 32,5 (in the diagram 32 or 33 squares)

Geometric rounding paradox

Keywords: Human: individuals, Mankind 
 
 

Zywa Shifting in time

We stroke the rough bark
of the two along the path
here and there a branch battered

by storms, a tendon torn
the colon shortened, the toes stiffer
and more crooked in the ground

a lifetime stored
in their body, every fiber
knows it and retains it

A few steps away
a gripper dumps heaps
of earth into the roadside pits

where their neighbours have been
cleared for young plantings
it is not a graveyard here

but the living world
of an avenue to the past
shifting in time once again

Poem 2683
Amsterdam, 2020-02-07

Simplicity-beauty
Wabi-sabi (Japan): Simplicity-beauty
• consider the wear and tear as something beautiful
• accept the transience
• show the scars of life

Keywords: Old age: process, Nature: trees, forest 
Dedicated to: Dory dK 
 
 

Zywa Quicksand

What life was like back then
in the twenty-first century
will likely remain a mystery

The sources are quicksand:
unclear, contradictory, and
psychologically inexplicable

Most of it was lost
due to budget cuts, thoughtlessly
or because it seemed superfluous

Some of it appears to have been destroyed
on purpose, and what remains is ego
tripping, propaganda, and entertainment

The alarming reports
from the beginning of the century
are serious, but the facts of the time

the decisions made
and the actual actions
are anyone's guess

Poem 5889
Amsterdam, 2026-02-14

The Secret Agent (Kleber Mendoça Filho) - 2025
Film "O Agente Secreto"
Keywords: Past: stories, Politics 
Tribute to: Mendoça Filho, Kleber 
 
 

Zywa Angel Down

I pick up the angel
and carry him down
the mountain
At home, I lay him down
on a bed of ice

At the table, I write everything down:
his death cry in the snow
the other angel who set him down
against the mountainside
and walked away

Then I go back down
the stairs to dissect
his earthly manifestation
of an eternal soul fallen down
from heaven

I slit the skin from the neck down
I cut through the ribs, curious
if there's a heart
The cellar door squeaks
on its hinges with every gust of wind

and yet it's just an ordinary corpse

Poem 5895
Amsterdam, 2026-02-16

A Time for Everything (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2004
Novel "En tid for alt", chapters 6 and 7
Keyword: Angel / Devil 
 
 

Zywa Piles of waste

Unemployment and
unreasonable demands:
you can be unlucky

leave school in a time
without opportunities
and start thinking

about what it all means
those missed careers
those opportunities

that you have to find a way
to make a reality without
getting disappointed

because you had wanted to live
a meaningful life, do good things
for people and animals

and not make a mess of it
not burying the world
under piles of waste

Poem 6073
Amsterdam, 2026-07-07

A free life (Mariët Meester) - 2025
Autobiographical story "Een vrij leven", chapter VIII - May 1983, Groningen
Keywords: Together: community, Waste 
Tribute to: Meester, Marriet 
 
 

Zywa The curtain

At the travel agency, I bought some
freedom with nice promises
which it fulfils, without extra cost

and the charms of the hostess
on site reinforce my sense
of relief, for a moment

She helps me, advises me
and will report
on my questions and interests

I am a file
My contacts have been known
since the booking was confirmed

I realise that
I may be a target
as soon as I am back home

Poem 6099
Amsterdam, 2026-07-27

the Curtain (Kader Abdolah) - 2017
Autobiographical account "het Gordijn", chapters 15 and 16
Keywords: Power: compulsion, Iran, Power: violence 
Tribute to: Abdolah, Kader 
 
 

Zywa Sleeping peace

Merlin enchanted the people
with the breath of a dragon
so that they forgot their struggle

and lived together without awareness
of suffered losses and sorrow
even without hatred towards the other

who had lived here from birth
or had only recently come
to settle here

Finally it was possible, finally
there was peace, thanks to
oblivion

Finally the giant seemed to be
buried, that brute full of envy
greed, and hatred

Who would want to rake up the past
now that it was quiet and
the wounds were almost healed?

Who would want to recall
memories that would soon
incite retaliation?

Poem 6102
Amsterdam, 2026-08-01

The Buried Giant (Kazuo Ishiguro) - 2015
Novel "The Buried Giant", chapter 15
The migration of Jutes, Angles, and Saxons to Britain in the 5th century CE

Keywords: Migration: economic, England 
Tribute to: Ishiguro, Kazuo 
 
 

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