Zywa His Last Romance

What does the writer fantasise
about when he is bored
and in need of a diversion
which he can neatly hide

behind another name
in a book, a novel
with psychological depth
he thinks, for he knows
himself by now, his fear

of independent women
and his natural need
for intimacy - what else
but a maid
who does not resist?

It is his fixed fantasy
nothing can change that
no pension
and no nomination
for the Nobel Prize

It must happen
one last time
before he will finally
get married

Poem 6078
Amsterdam, 2026-07-11
A Caretaker (Simon Vestdijk) - 1967
Novel "Een huisbewaarder" (completed in 1965, the year he married, aged 67)
Simon Vestdijk (Harlingen 1898-1971) was among the last candidates for the Nobel Prize in Literature twelve times

Collection: Inmost [2]
Tribute to: Vestdijk, Simon 
 

She sits close to me

in the backseat, the whole ride --


I am craving her.


Ze zit dicht naast meSie sitzt nah bei mir
in de auto, heel de rit --im Auto, die ganze Fahrt --

heb ik zin in haar.hab ich Lust auf ihr.

Poem H6131
Amsterdam, 2026-03-04
My struggle 4. Dancing in the Dark (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2010
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Fjerde bok", part 5 - September 1987, Troms
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

Boxes in the loft,

from father: old magazines --


with naked women.


Dozen op zolder,Dachbodenlager
van vader: oude bladen --des Vaters: alte Heften --

met blote vrouwen.mit nackten Frauen.

Poem H6126
Amsterdam, 2026-03-03
My struggle 4. Dancing in the Dark (Karl Ove Knausgård) - 2010
Autobiographical novel "Min Kamp. Fjerde bok", part 5 - August 23rd, 1985, Tveit (near Kristiansand)
Collection: Leaving
Tribute to: Knausgård, Karl Ove 
 

It is cold, let me

stand close to your hearth, let me --


stand close to your fire.


Het is koud, laat meEs ist kalt, lass mich
dicht bij jouw haard staan, laat me --nah an deinem Herd stehen --

dicht bij jouw vuur staan.an deinem Feuer.

Poem H5957
Amsterdam, 2025-09-20
Fire (Jimi Hendrix) - 1967
Song (Jimi Hendrix Experience), album "Are you experienced"
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 1960-1979
Tribute to: Hendrix, Jimi 
 

Zywa Fading in the light

We do cartwheels
the bystanders call
for more, but my stomach
turns and the ceiling
turns too

Her face turns pale
I embrace her from behind
we dive into the depths
I feel dizzy, with a thud
I feel that there is a bottom

and then she swims away
Why are you going now?
For no reason, she smiles
at me with a sad look
Isn't it obvious?

I close my eyes
and watch her go, forever
a virgin to me, forever
her transparent face
fading in the light

Poem 5625
Amsterdam, 2025-03-10
A whiter shade of pale (Keith Reid / Procul Harum) - 1967
Song (USA, album "Procul Harum")
Music taken from the 3rd Overture (in D) by Johann Sebastian Bach (BWV 1068), and the cantata "Ich steh mit einem Fuß im Grabe" ("I stand with one foot in the grave", 1729, Johann Sebastian Bach, BWV 156)

Collection: More
Tribute to: Reid, Keith; Procul Harum 
Composer: Bach, Johann Sebastian 
 

Yes, I'd like to pick

you, but certainly not as --


the only flower.


Ik wil jou plukken,Es stimmt, ich möchte
dat is waar, maar zeker niet --dich pflücken, aber nicht als --

als enige bloem.einzige Blume.

Poem S2576
Amsterdam, 2025-02-25
If you love me, if you sigh (Paolo Antonio Rolli / Antonio Vivaldi) - 1727
Air ('Little song') "Se tu m'ami, se sospiri" (Paolo Antonio Rolli, music Antonio Vivaldi [in 1888 music Alessandro Parisotti])
Collection: Love Mind and Death
Tribute to: Rolli, Paolo Antonio 
Composer: Vivaldi, Antonio 
 

After this long walk

it would be so romantic --


to give him a hug.


Na de wandelingNach der Wanderung
zou het zo romantisch zijn --wäre es so romantisch --

hem te omhelzen.ihn zu umarmen.

Poem H5216
Amsterdam, 2025-02-05
She came to stay (Simone de Beauvoir) - 1943
Novel (roman à clef) "L'invitée" (1943, "She came to stay" / "The Invitee", 1949), part 2, chapter 8
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 1940-1959
Tribute to: De Beauvoir, Simone 
 

The more you want me,

the more you'll see me, even --


when I am not there.


Hoe meer je mij wilt,Je mehr du mich willst,
hoe meer je mij zult zien, ook --desto mehr du mich siehst, auch --

als ik er niet ben.wenn ich nicht da bin.

Poem S2528
Amsterdam, 2025-01-20
The Saint of the Impossible (Arnon Grunberg) - 1998
Novella "De heilige Antonio", chapter 15
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 1940-1959
Tribute to: Grunberg, Arnon 
 

Voice your opinions,

you'll get attention, they count --


as facts in the news.


Wie zijn mening roeptRuf deine Meinung,
krijgt aandacht, een mening telt --in den Nachrichten gilt sie --

in het nieuws als feit.einfach als ein Fakt.

Poem S2525
Amsterdam, 2025-01-18
'News facts'
Collection: Mosaic virus
 

People in Sexville

live dangerously, they think --


of that one neighbour.


Mensen in SexvilleJeder in Sexville
leven riskant, ze denken --lebt gefährlich, denkend an --

aan die ene buur.einen der Nachbarn.

Poem S2449
Amsterdam, 2024-11-11
The reading club (Renate Dorrestein) - 2010
Roman "De leesclub", chapter Nine
Collection: Mosaic virus
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

Without a lover

my fingers - ooh - comfort me --


ah - with fantasies.


Oh, zonder minnaar,Ohne Geliebte
troosten - oe - mijn vingers me --trösten mich meine Finger --

met fantasieën.mit Fantasien.

Poem H4586
Amsterdam, 2024-03-30
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapter "A house divided", (1-) 3
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

I can't sleep because

of the boys in their beds who --


are pining for me.


Ik kan niet slapenIch kann nicht schlafen
van de jongens in hun bed --wegen den Jungs im Bett, die --

die naar mij smachten.sich nach mir sehnen.

Poem H4367
Amsterdam, 2023-12-16
Collection: Dearme
 

Your body beading,

for the taking, you and I --


we offer ourselves.


Jouw lijf parelendDein Körper perlend
voor het grijpen, jij en ik --zum Greifen nah, du und ich --

we bieden ons aan.wir bieten uns an.

Poem H4197
Amsterdam, 2023-10-08
we are alone in the sauna (Antjie Krog) - 1995
Poem "ons is alleen in die sauna" (collection "Gedigte 1989-1995")
Collection: Dearme
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
 

Our sex, enticing

my honey and sensual --


your trembling pressure.


Onze seks, lokkendUnser Sex, lockend
mijn honing en wellustig --mein Honig und wolllüstig --

jouw trillende dwang.dein zitternder Zwang.

Poem H4037
Amsterdam, 2023-08-14
that's when I remember us (Antjie Krog) - 2022
Poem "dis wanneer ek ons onthou" (collection "Plunder" ["Pillage"])
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2020-2029
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
 

Zywa Chinese song in Europe

The girl with the fan
goes up the bridge
the water reflects
her slender image

The gentlemen peer
casually ahead -
to the girl with the fan
who wants to be wed

The girl with the fan
is silently beckoning
the ruffles rustle
what she is thinking

The gentlemen stare
as they portly squire
their fair-haired wives
in fancy attire

The crickets chirping
their love songs westwards

(The girl is hopping
  there to the pastures)

The crickets chirping
amidst the flowers

(The gentlemen are
  still walking northwards)

Poem 5267
Amsterdam, 2023-07-21
Chinese song in Europe (Federico García Lorca) - 1921
Poem "Canción china en Europa", a mi ahijada Isabel Clara (to my god-daughter Isabel Clara, collection "Canciones")
Translation contest "The Netherlands translates"

Collection: Reaching out
Tribute to: García Lorca, Federico 
 

Zywa Doe

As if I mocked him
or Love, so wounded
he dreams me

on swift legs
a doe-woman
without bow and arrow

graceful, and shy
slender, and modest
wise, but a woman

subject
to his desire
to possess

my desires
sharp in view
as I run, longingly

looking at him, panting
entangled in his hands
until he is satisfied

Poem 5081
Amsterdam, 2023-02-20
Aminta (Torquato Tassos) - 1573
Ballet "Sylvia ou la nymphe de Diane" ("Sylvia or the nymph of Diane", 1876, music Léo Delibes, libretto Jules Barbier and Jacques de Reinach, after the 1573 poem "Aminta" by Torquato Tassos)
Collection: Froend
Tribute to: Tassos, Torquato 
Composer: Delibes, Léo 
 

I dream of forest

scent and troll, of being groped --


and taken wildly.


Ik droom van bosgeurIch träume von Wald
en trol, van wild betast en --und Troll, von wild begrapscht und --

genomen worden.vernascht zu werden.

Poem H3522
Amsterdam, 2022-10-24
Every night (Jila Mossaed) - 2000
Poem "Varje natt" (collection "Sju vilda oceaner")
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila 
 

Zywa Immortal soul

I wait in the surf
for the heavenly pleasure
for which I exist

Desire is foaming
between my legs
where my heart beats

to be touched
by strange hands
which let me flow out

into the world, an ocean
of sun and moon, ebb and flood
white with sweet-salty flakes

fertilising the coasts
with my immortal soul
my essence

Poem 4707
Amsterdam, 2022-10-09
Collection: It takes a lot of tries to make a début
 

Hijab and Sex Sells

often remind me of it --


what libido is.


Hijab en Sex SellsHidsch?b und Sexsells
herinneren me eraan --erinnern mich oft daran --

wat libido is.was Libido ist.

Poem S1529
Noordwijkerhout, 2022-10-05
Collection: Bruises
 

I sniff up the sea

in the room, salty, fishy --


I'm agog, waiting.


Ik snuif de zee opIch schnupfe das Meer
in de kamer, zilt en vissig --im Raum, salzig und fischig --

en lig te wachten.ich warte gespannt.

Poem H3480
Noordwijkerhout, 2022-10-04
The dream of the fisherman's wife (Manon Uphoff) - 2017
Story
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Uphoff, Manon 
 

It's excitingly

dangerous, disgust shoves me --


to the pool of lust.


Het is opwindendEs ist aufregend
gevaarlijk, afkeer duwt me --gefährlich, Ekel drängt mich --

naar de poel van lust.zum Pfuhl der Begehr.

Poem H3481
Noordwijkerhout, 2022-10-04
The dream of the fisherman's wife (Manon Uphoff) - 2017
Story
Drawing "tako to ama" (octopus/vulva of the female diver) of a woman and two octopuses (1814, Hokusai)

Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Uphoff, Manon 
 

I pulsate shock waves

of pleasure that start pushing --


tides into the sea.


Vloeibaar pulseer ikIch pulsiere Schock-
schokgolven genot, ik jaag --wellen der Lust, ich jage --

getijden in zee.Gezeiten ins Meer.

Poem H3482
Noordwijkerhout, 2022-10-04
The dream of the fisherman's wife (Manon Uphoff) - 2017
Story
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Uphoff, Manon 
 

Zywa Summer clothes

Summer, summer clothes
picnic on the jetty
paddle-boarders and fun

I'm looking at you
so shapeless
I would like to be

beneath my face
no legs and arms
no breasts, belly and buttocks

that attract attention, free
from exploring eyes
or free as now

Your inner outlook
which desires my body
would be there anyway

Poem 4607
Amsterdam, 2022-08-08
Collection: The climbing house
 

Long, long more and more,

for me, for my company --


and for my body.


Verlang, verlang meerSehne, sehne mehr
naar mij, naar mijn gezelschap --nach mir, meiner Gesellschaft --

en naar mijn lichaam.und meinem Körper.

Poem H3363
Amsterdam, 2022-07-07
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

Yes, mwaw hwale re hwoot,

so nice, oh ho mwurt, careful --


ow, you're hurting me!


Ja, mwaaw hwaal he hwoet,Ja, mwie fwie me fut,
heerlijk, oh ho mwijn, pas op --super, oh ho feh, vorsicht --

au, je doet me pijn!au, du tust mir weh!

Poem H3348
Amsterdam, 2022-06-27
Toilet training (Tom Lanoye) - 1990
Poem "Zindelijkheidstraining" (collection "Hanestaart")
Collection: Dearme
Tribute to: Lanoye, Tom 
 

Your panties of foam

are dripping, and suddenly --


I am five hands short.


Jouw slipje van schuimDein Schaumhöschen tropft
druipt af en ineens kom ik --herunter, und mir fehlen --

vijf handen tekort.plötzlich fünf Hände.

Poem H3349
Amsterdam, 2022-06-27
0 - 0 (Paul Claes) - 1994
Poem (collection "Mimicry")
Collection: Dearme
Tribute to: Claes, Paul 
 

Zywa Stroke the soul of my skin

I don't look away
from the mirror, my
body that does not look
like the soul of my skin
knows it was
and can still point out
with fingers of desire
and memory eyes

I seduce yours
to touch me
eagerly hesitant
without knowing what
you are doing, going to do
have done, where
you stop, tingling
and devouring

streaming over
me, in me and
worldwide, sea
in sea, soul in soul
heart to heart
sigh in sigh
blood in blood
peace in peace

Poem 4543
Amsterdam, 2022-06-20
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Be still, he likes me,

likes to take me, my body --


really longs for it.


Zeg niets, hij mag mij,Sag nichts, er mag mich,
mag mij nemen, mijn lichaam --mag mich haben, mein Körper --

verlangt er zo naar.sehnt sich so danach.

Poem H3324
Amsterdam, 2022-06-10
Collection: The Big Secret
 

You cannot escape,

you're stuck in my body love --


I keep you checkmate.


Je kunt nergens heen,Ich halte dich fest
je zit vast in mijn lijfsliefde --in meiner Körperliebe --

Ik houd je schaakmat.halte dich Schachmatt.

Poem S1422
Amsterdam, 2022-06-08
Rook's pawns (Marieke Lucas Rijneveld) - 2022
Poem "Vleugelpionnen" (collection "Komijnsplitsers")
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Rijneveld, Lucas 
 

Zywa He loved honey

He was not old, but old enough
to know that soon the pleasure
of girls coming into bloom
would slip away from him

As long as possible, as long as it lasted
he was still the man who, on the back
of his camel brought a girl
to his tent after a battle

She was ripe, on the saddle
she lost her first blood
and in the orchard he drank
honey with the Coptic girl

His wives smelled it
They belittled him
in their most seductive clothes
but he said it was allowed

He even wanted an ugly girl
Therefore, for some he became
the man who loved virgins
here and in the hereafter

Poem 4491
Amsterdam, 2022-05-25
Muhammad ibn Abdullah (570-632) in 628
Rayhana bint Zayd (-731), Jewish prisoner of war (slave, manumitted later)
Safiyya bint Huyayy (614-672), widow, Jewish prisoner of war
Mariyah bint Samoon "al-Qibtiyya" (-637), "the Copt"
Maymunah bint al-Harith (594-671), "very pious" = not pretty

Collection: The Praised One
 

I'm waiting in bed,

wondering who to invite --


if you don't come soon?


Ik lig te wachten.Ich warte im Bett.
Wie zal ik uitnodigen --Wer werde ich einladen --

als jij niet gauw komt?wenn du nicht bald kommst?

Poem H3290
Amsterdam, 2022-05-12
Collection: Froend
 

Please, do come, will you?

As quickly as possible --


I'm itching for you!


Kom je? Alsjeblieft,Kommst du? Bitte, komm
het moet, zo vlug mogelijk --so schnell wie möglich, es muss --

Ik heb jeuk naar jou!Ich jucke nach dir!

Poem H3286
Amsterdam, 2022-05-08
Collection: Without reserve
 

We're ready for you,

you can come for a nice break --


Then we'll come as well.


We staan voor je klaar,Wir stehen bereit,
kom je even tussendoor?kommst du, mal schnell dazwischen?

Dan komen wij ook.Dann kommen wir auch.

Poem S1389
Amsterdam, 2022-04-08
Crew Slut (Frank Zappa) - 1979
Song (album "Joe's Garage")
Frank Zappa Tribute band "2000 Motels" (Q-Factory in Amsterdam, April 8th, 2022)

Collection: May the Might
Tribute to: Zappa, Frank 
Composer: Zappa, Frank 
Dedicated to: Valentina Bruno 
 

Spring seizes my eye,

I really have to hold on --


pull it into bed.


Lente grijpt mijn blik,Der Frühling ergreift
ik moet hem wel vasthouden --meinen Blick, ich muss ihn --

en in bed trekken.in mein Bett ziehen.

Poem H3244
Amsterdam, 2022-03-27
sweet spring laughs (Rozalie Hirs) - 2012
Poem "lieve lente lacht" (collection "ge sta mel de werken")
Collection: Passage Passion
Tribute to: Hirs, Rozalie 
 

Zywa My house has large beds

My house has large beds
in which naked people groan
and girls are raped
by other people's loneliness

The guests pay for
washing the curtains
which their soft hands stroke
after the night

They don't expect calluses
from the day, they rearrange
and they smell, they don't pick the flowers
themselves, they live inside

where they are content
without achievements, because
the world is exhausting
if one wishes to change it

and spring admits no delay
life must be lived, enjoyed
since no one spoils you
better than you do

Poem 4294
Amsterdam, 2022-01-31
The vices of men come down to men being not realistic
Acedia (laziness, taking no action) and luxuria (lust, holding no goal)

Collection: Greeting from before
 

Love is vain, wishing

to service all the people --


who are sweet for you.


Liefde is ijdel,Liebe ist eitel,
je wilt graag ieder helpen --du möchtest jedem helfen --

die lief voor je is.der für dich süß ist.

Poem S1284
Amsterdam, 2021-11-15
A Fairly Honourable Defeat (Iris Murdoch) - 1970
Novel
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

Come, take your clothes off

and clamp yourself, I'll give you --


my arms and my legs.


Kom, kleed je gauw uitKomm, zieh dich schnell aus
en zet je klem, ik geef je --und klemm dich ein, ich gebe --

armen en benen.Arme und Beine.

Poem H3109
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-28
Collection: Dearme
 

I dream me with you:

tacitly I take my clothes --


off for your desire.


Ik droom me bij jou:Träumen: stillschweigend
stilzwijgend kleed ik me uit --ziehe ich mich für dich aus --

voor jouw verlangen.für dein Verlangen.

Poem H3088
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-25
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Zywa #sexy

It was a nice day
out together, home together
as every day
should be like

The table nicely set
each other's eyes caught
everything at its best
strained and temporised

After showering
I stand in the bedroom
in front of my closet
without sexy clothes

Nothing to wear
to seduce you
on the clean sheets
romantically like women

surrender from the bottom
of their hearts to a man
hoping he is willing
to do the same

Poem 4030
Amsterdam, 2021-10-18
Collection: Take a picture, now
 

She sings and dances

for money, in rancid clothes --


her skin smells of soap.


Ze zingt en ze danstSie singt und sie tanzt
voor geld, in gore kleren --um das Geld, in Stinkkleidern --

ruikt haar huid naar zeep.riecht ihre Haut süß.

Poem H2855
Amsterdam, 2020-12-17
Camarillo Brillo (Frank Zappa, The Mothers of Invention) - 1973
Song on the album "Over-Nite Sensation"
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 1960-1979
Tribute to: Zappa, Frank; The Mothers of Invention 
Composer: Zappa, Frank 
Dedicated to: Valentina Bruno 
 

Women recognise

the longing look in my eyes --


old like a vampire.


Vrouwen herkennenFrauen erkennen
het verlangen in mijn blik --das Sehnen in meinem Blick --

oud als een vampier.alt wie ein Vampir.

Poem H2858
Amsterdam, 2020-12-17
Zomby Woof (Frank Zappa, The Mothers of Invention) - 1973
Song on the album "Over-Nite Sensation"
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 1960-1979
Tribute to: Zappa, Frank; The Mothers of Invention 
Composer: Zappa, Frank 
Dedicated to: Valentina Bruno 
 

Desires are burning

the world, or it will perish --


of icy hatred.


Begeertes verbrandenLüste verbrennen
de wereld, of ze vergaat --die Welt, oder sie verfällt --

aan ijzige haat.vor eisigem Hass.

Poem S1088
Amsterdam, 2020-11-26
Fire and Ice (Robert Frost) - 1920
Poem ("Harper's Magazine" [December 1920], collection "New Hampshire")
Collection: Stream
Tribute to: Frost, Robert 
 

In heavy armour,

forged with reason, shame, and guilt --


the genes go hunting.


In zware pantsersIn schwerer Rüstung
van verstand, schaamte en schuld --aus Vernunft, Scham und Schuld geh'n --

zijn genen op jacht.die Gene auf Jagd.

Poem H2770
Amsterdam, 2020-08-19
Collection: The Big Secret
 

Zywa Melt Singe Tremble

What we do in the bushes
just have a look, if you are passing by
we deny everything you think

we kindle a blazing fire
foot by foot, hand by hand
what the spinner indicates

one step on my blue pants
one hand on the yellow sand
the delay is exciting

like the first time, now the other
hand on the green grass
one leg on the red bag

until I fall over and his skin
intercepts the horny biting flies
for me, just look

I disappear in his fire
I melt, I singe, I tremble
I'm the bride again

Poem 3029
Amsterdam, 2020-07-01
Collection: Take a picture, now
 

I want everything

from him, yet he's giving me --


only his body.


Ik begeer allesIch wünsche alles
van hem, helaas geeft hij mij --von ihm, leider gibt er mir --

alleen zijn lichaam.nur seinen Körper.

Poem S0957
Amsterdam, 2019-10-25
Amen (Marcel Möring) - 2019
Novel
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Möring, Marcel 
 

Zywa Only now I don't feel ashamed

Only now I don't feel ashamed
of the pleasure, only now
that I know it

There was a danger
in my belly, abuse
would be my fate, shame

would punish me, and also
my parents and my sisters
all of them would suffer

if I didn't keep my distance
to protect the sacred
from animal lewdness

Only now I don't feel ashamed
I surrender to his lust
that ignites me, heats

and consumes me, chafes
my insides and breasts, and dies
in my soul, burning with joy

Poem 2459
Amsterdam, 2019-10-20
Lady Chatterley's lover (David Lawrence) - 1928
Novel (chapter 16)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
Tribute to: Lawrence, David 
 

Ah, Desire, the son

of Love and War: so playful --


and so destructive.


Begeerte, de zoonBegierde, der Sohn
van Liefde en Oorlog: speels --von Liebe und Krieg: verspielt --

en vernietigend.und zerstörerisch.

Poem S0902
Amsterdam, 2019-06-27
The power of love - The myths of Pygmalion, Narkissos, Tereus, Orfeus en Helena (Imme Dros) - 1997
Eros, the first lover of Aphrodite, later considered her son from Ares
Stories "De macht van de liefde - De mythen van Pygmalion, Narkissos, Tereus, Orfeus en Helena"

Collection: Love Mind and Death
Tribute to: Dros, Imme 
 

Zywa Yes I do

With tender hands
you may carefully
undress and caress me

give me big kisses
heat and cold
won't harm me, I smell

fertile in your arms
open you with my skin
strip you of calluses

and stiffness, yes I do
want to be pregnant
with you, without temptation

be desired by you
every day, I want all
of you, cherish children

and grandchildren
in gardens and orchards
with a house full of rooms

Poem 2264
Amsterdam, 2019-06-09
Collection: The Big Secret
 

I watch the young men

walk by, I see them naked --


and want to jump them.


De jongemannenDie Jungen gehen
lopen langs, ik zie hen naakt --vorbei, ich sehe sie nackt --

wil hen bespringen.will sie bespringen.

Poem H2498
Vlissingen, 2019-06-07
Collection: Dearme
 

Concrete, the tunnel

a chaos of bright colours --


with symbols of love.


Beton, de tunnelBeton, der Tunnel
een baaierd bonte kleuren --ein Gewirr bunter Farben --

vol liefdestekens.

Poem H2469
Amsterdam, 2019-05-26
Letters from Genoa (Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer) - 2016
"Brieven uit Genua", April 29th, 2015
Collection: Palace of the night
Tribute to: Pfeijffer, Ilja Leonard 
 

Zywa Some like it rough

Love does not have to be
lovely all the time, they say
if you keep rough and soft
balanced
and use your imagination

We do it
we love
fantastic films
with a little horror
deep gorges, high mountains
the pleasant begging
for more more, for
a happy ending

We are nice and easy
they say, and we are
but at home, we play
like falling angels
nice and rough

Poem 2156
Amsterdam, 2019-03-15
Introduction by Tina Turner - 1985
Introduction to "Proud Mary" (1968, John Fogerty) and "River deep, mountain high" (1966, Jeff Barry & Ellie Greenwich & Phil Spector) by Tina Turner in 1985
Collection: The Big Secret
Tribute to: Turner, Tina 
 

In our longing for

each other's bodies, we hide --


ashamed and confused.


Naar elkaars lichaamIn der Sehnsucht nach
smachtend verbergen we ons --dem Körper des anderen --

beschaamd en verward.verstecken wir uns.

Poem S0841
Amsterdam, 2019-02-01
On the stairs (Constantíne Cavafy) - 1904
Poem "Stes skales"
Collection: Tardiness in Acceleration
Tribute to: Kavafis, Konstantin 
 

I sit in her bed,

looking at her, her body --


the promise it holds.


Ik zit in haar bed,In ihrem Bett schau
en kijk naar haar, haar lichaam --ich auf sie, ihren Körper --

wat het me belooft.was er mir verspricht.

Poem H2359
Amsterdam, 2019-01-14
Promise of happiness (Menno Wigman) - 2012
Poem "Promesse de bonheur" (collection "Mijn naam is Legioen")
Collection: Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2010-2019
Tribute to: Wigman, Menno 
 

Zywa Sweet r

Chained with my gaze
his desire tries to break loose

but my eyes force him, I take
half of my clothes off and wash him

with ice water until he glows
and wants more, then I pull out hairs

in sensitive places, treat him
until it hurts, I bite

where his skin is thin, lick
the blood, rub salt in the wounds

knock him off and arouse him
with my claws in his imagination

I nestle in his desire
for the end, keeping him erect

until he moans and stammers
sweet words, that reconcile me a while

Poem 1864
Amsterdam, 2018-10-06
Collection: Froend
 

Why do I call it

"physical lust", this craving --


rendered by my soul?


Waarom noem ik hetWarum nennt man es
"lichamelijk verlangen","körperliche Sehnsucht", was --

wat mijn ziel begeert?die Seele begehrt?

Poem H2289
Vaison-la-Romaine, 2018-09-20
Atlas shrugged (Ayn Rand) - 1957
Novel, part 3 'A is A', chapter 2 'The Utopia of Greed'
Collection: Willegos
Tribute to: Rand, Ayn 
 

Zywa Dance me

Dance with me, dance me into your life, out of the night
whisper, many dreams I waited for this day, please stay
with me in love and sorrow, in the dark and in the light:
dance me where your love makes way

Dance me to your body when the witnesses have gone
let's make love behind a curtain of togetherness
overload my arms with the attention that I miss:
dance me where your love goes on

Dance me to your skin until I know it blindly
dance through my panic and my madness, be my safety
give a broader meaning to my day:
dance me where our love may play

Dance me to new feelings that I never shall forget
dance me to the children who are not existing yet
make the common days fascinating life events:
dance me where your love makes friends

Dance with me, dance me into your life, out of the night
whisper, many dreams I waited for this day, please stay
with me in love and sorrow, in the dark and in the light:
dance me where your love makes way

Poem 1820
Amsterdam, 2018-08-27
Dance me to the end of love (Leonard Cohen) - 1984
Song (album "Various positions")
Collection: Reaching out 
Tribute to: Cohen, Leonard 
 

Zywa Talkaboo

You laughed, just shortly, and I thought: it may be true
that you want more and rather skip this talkaboo
should I resist your charms although I've seen this trace
of asking in the glance of your seductive face?

     If you like doing it with me
     do I like doing it with you?
     If you like doing it with me
     do I like doing it with you?

Today I think quite differently on how
things are, the point of view is crucial, I do know now
pleasures and attention just are what they seem
but high ideals of love are nothing but a dream

     If you like doing it with me
     then I like doing it with you

I like to get to know you if you have this look
and with your laugh, I easily get used to you
with you or me, what will it be, where do we go?
I want to leave, there is no need to hurry though

Poem 1797
Amsterdam, 2018-07-27
Come on to me (Paul McCartney) - 2018
Song
Collection: Without reserve
Tribute to: McCartney, Paul 
 

I am Platonic,

my body has no value --


without desires.


Ik ben platonisch,Ich bin platonisch,
mijn lichaam is waardeloos --mein Körper hat keinen Wert --

zonder begeerte.ohne Begierde.

Poem S0654
Amsterdam, 2018-01-08
Diary 1974-1976 (Frida Vogels) - 2013
"Dagboek 1974-1976" - April 29th, 1976, the Netherlands
Collection: Helices
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

Zywa In the dark at my window

Light dances out from the club
It colours the wind
in my net curtain

The rain rustles and splashes
in the greasy gleam of the wet film
over the mud road through the village

A woman and a man appear
and play in their underwear
They push and slide

Mud on their skin, I watch
and undress in the dark
Where is my darling?

Poem 1578
Amsterdam, 2017-10-26
Collection: More
 

Zywa Foreplay, Endplay

Forty, I still have hope
The glands in my breasts engorge
my desire, with big eyes

I bounce between decency
and groping, tripping
over crooked paving stones

spying for an opportunity
Where is my husband now
that I need him

to go for me?
Doesn't he smell my need?
I pull up a leg

my wrap skirt falls open
Half-hidden my butterfly
the promise of my powder puff

Poem 1570
Amsterdam, 2017-10-18
Farfalla = butterfly, vulva
Her powder puff: Il suo piumino da cipria, from the story "La signora Speranza" - I ("Mrs. Hope", 1903, Luigi Pirandello)

Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
Tribute to: Pirandello, Luigi 
 

Zywa Lovelylove

On a summer evening the smith
a strong young man, walks with
the nicest girl, just for a stroll

     Walkie walkie, don't need a pub

Walking together, without a goal
making a trip through their dreams
and talking about their lives as teens

     Talkie talkie, please open up

Then, when the darkness recedes
they hide themselves in the reeds
and make a bed of canes in the dew

     Beddie beddie, heaven above

Lie down easily, no one can see you
It is warm, take off your clothes
to enjoy the sweets from lips to toes

     Sweetie sweetie, lovelylove

Panting like a doggie he scents
and licks the beauty she presents
to his mouth, and all her body glows

     Doggie doggie, please come in

Purring she turns around and shows
her passion, stewed and waiting
with four paws wide and baiting

     Pussy pussy, munch my skin

On a spring afternoon the smith
a sweet young man, walks with
the girl, she's the bride, he the groom

     Baby baby, lovelylove

because their baby is coming soon

Poem 1526
Amsterdam, 2017-08-19
Collection: Take a picture, now
 

Zywa My love open

Sheets up to my knees
not for my own desires
would I wake up
the man who wants me

So I just grope him
in mind, letting one thing lead
to another and drift away
in the delight of sleep

Getting up in a new life:
how did you end up next to me
after all those evenings of feeling
with myself how you would feel

who I am?
my love open
to passion and eyes
that see me

Poem 1521
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17
Collection: Take a picture, now
 

Zywa Come

Come against my chest: I open up
my ribs, navel, and belly. Breathe
in me, lay down on my warm heart

I embrace you, emlimb you. Disappear
in my love my love, let yourself go
in pleasure, do with me. Evaporate

with me, then we will return
for one more time. Fold yourself in
me, fold your wings my angel

then we go to sleep together
in the heaven of our sweat
Come again, my great love

Poem 1501
Amsterdam, 2017-08-08
Collection: The Big Secret
Dedicated to: Reinier B 
 

Zywa Sweet is your skin

I stroke you, stroke you, you are nice
I pick you in this paradise
oh juicy velvet sugar pear
so sweet is your hair
sweet is your hair

Yes, this is love, it is concrete
here in your hands I am complete
with your embrace as finest dress
so sweet is your caress
sweet is your caress

You touch me
you charge me with a thunderbolt
you kiss me
your honey moon and marigold
just by itself
I give myself
to all your warmth and I unfold

From top to toe, you set me free
you make me beautiful, you make me be
your love is deep within, deep in me
radiating from your skin
oh sweet is your skin
sweet is your skin

Poem 1475
Amsterdam, 2017-08-02
Wild is the wind (Nina Simone) - 1966
Song (1957, lyrics Ned Washington)
Collection: The Big Secret
Tribute to: Simone, Nina 
 

Zywa Your

It's your eyes
     but even more
it's your sleeping body
     against my chest or my back
it's the very beauty
     of your desire
     when you get up
it's your smell
     that almost isn't there
     and most of all
it's your hands
     that take care of me
     in between making me
     inconspicuously feel
     under my clothes
     that it is true

Poem 1479
Amsterdam, 2017-08-02
Collection: The Big Secret
 

Zywa Oceans and seas

On blue days you are blowing
to high skies and clouds
Snow white you kiss the peaks
where you nestle in bliss

In spring you plough
wrinkles, down, down
In smooth folds you flow
over the earth, and I want

to drink your water
to feel you steaming deep, deep
inside me, chasing
until I am no longer there

Come waves, come – pave ways
Come, flow, flow – through me
I collect all your love
in oceans and seas

Poem 1448
Amsterdam, 2017-07-28
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Zywa Honey

I walk past your house
I look for you in my bed, I dream
of your eyes, your beautiful hair

I grab you and don't let go
I take you to my mother, I long
for your hands, your strong arms

You bring me in your room
you put your head against my breasts, you feel
the pigeons in my breath

The winter is past, the rains are over
bushes and trees come into bloom, they rejoice
and sing with the birds

You take my veil away
you kiss my lips, you lick
the honey from my mouth

You see me more beautiful than the dawn
and the moon, with all my heart
is feed your desire

Poem 1446
Amsterdam, 2017-07-28
Song of Songs (Song of Solomon)
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Zywa Later may be

It's a beautiful view, those two
just standing there
in the middle of the beach
in each other's embrace

like you always
are making contact
under my clothes

your desire
not growing old
always waving on

after the ebb
to be released
in bubbling breakers

And I want that too
but it doesn't go that easy
anymore, please wait

later may be
better, I love you
we have plenty of time now
there is no spring tide anymore

Poem 1413
Amsterrdam, 2017-06-17
Collection: More
 

Zywa Empty hands

The elder wears my wedding dress
allures me closer and lifts me back

in His arms, lays me down
on the bed again, is spreading
over my beauty

in the beach house near the waterfall
that ice-cold whipped my hands

when I passed behind the roaring
shuffling sidewards with Him
over a ledge of surrender

of which the fire was invisible
for the couples who didn't dare

What am I doing here open and exposed
in the street with His head weightless
in my empty hands

weighing His buttocks and stroking
the lust of His erectile tissue

in my empty hands
in old smells
and white elder

Poem 1301
Amsterdam, 2017-04-24
Collection: Heart's Delight
 

Zywa Bridal

There is dancing in my belly
my head floats in the sky
the wind breathes a mama-will
into me, and the wind blows

papa-pictures next to the men
on whom my eyes are lingering
on which their eyes get hooked
on my gaze, breasts, belly

How can I draw one of them further
towards me? How do I take him
by the hand, take him with me?
How do I invite his fingers inside?

Come, open me
I am bridal
Make me ready
to receive you

Poem 1248
Amsterdam, 2017-04-01
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Zywa Yes Yes

Under me are your hands warming
my buttocks, you knead and feel
whether they tighten already, we play

lipping and licking, with each other's
softest skin and postpone

to choose between feeling and
touching, or turning around
for both at the same time, we burn

inextinguishable love in our desire
I shiver, the window is wide open

it's too late for shame
by the neighbours or to get up
yes yes open me, the whole world

is vibrating in me, in all my cells
the symphony of my life

Poem 1239
Amsterdam, 2017-03-23
Collection: Eyes lips chest and belly
 

Zywa If he ever

He is in the hallway. Shall I
touch him, let my fingers run

through his hair, play with his shirt
tickle his body, shall I

arouse him and give the finest?
Cheerfully I say good morning, walk on

close my door, my eyes, him
in my arms on the edge

of my bed, to feel
what I would do if he ever

should take the step to unfasten
hooks with me and

Poem 1208
Amsterdam, 2017-03-13
Collection: Webgarden
 

Zywa Blood-filling

It's quiet in the street
someone is splashing
in the bathroom

So small and soft as you
are lying beside me, too beautiful
to wake up

and make love by the open window
yes we're doing it, are you?
But not now, my love

must sleep, I wish he had
a blood-filling dream of me
then I would slide

over him, very carefully
I feel him inside me
and hold my breath

oh oh just a minute
unnoticeably
till I get there

Poem 1145
Amsterdam, 2017-03-06
Collection: Heart's Delight
 

In tice and slutty

stirs it's grutting and glewing --


sluggishly brewing.


In lokke sloereIn locke schlampe
stirren is het grol en gloei --Rührung ist es Grünst und Glüh --

alles slomig broei.alles träge Brüh.

Poem H1666
Amsterdam, 2017-02-22
Barlemanje (Marten Toonder) - 1947
Poem "Barlemanje" (in De Groene Amsterdammer on October 25th, 1947)
Comic strip #109 - "Tom Poes en De Vuur-salamander" ("Tom Puss and The Fire-Salamander", 1965, Marten Toonder), tier 5405

Collection: Puss & Lord
Tribute to: Toonder, Marten 
 

Zywa Angelic body

Take off your coat, tear
the poppers, spread the tails

You are an angel!

          I don't need strong arms, mine
          can do so much more than his


You don't need clothes
Drop them, close your eyes

Show yourself!

          I don't need slim legs, mine
          still run faster than his


Now look, look at me
as if it's the first time

Just touch me!

          I don't need nice buttocks, mine
          naturally are rounder than his


Knead me, eat me
Just let my blood run

Satisfy your desire!

          A flat belly, I don't need it, mine
          is much softer than his


Go wild, I give myself!

          I don't need full lips, mine
          give sweeter kisses than his

Poem 905
Amsterdam, 2016-12-20
Collection: Heart's Delight
 

Zywa Not knowing, not thinking

About you, I don't know
Is it worth the effort
     to put on a shirt
     if you kneel, tuck it up
          and lay it beside you to shine
          in soft folds of well-being?

About me, I don't know
I shut my eyes
     my hands guide you
     to where I want to feel myself
          and where you've been, your tongue
          left cinders on my skin

About our love, I don't know
Hormones guide us
     through the course of life
     with blinkers against the fear
          as a slave to our body
          which wants to enjoy with every cell

About my thoughts, I don't know
They only can follow
     what I experience, in the faith
     that I will make wise decisions
          won't worry about anything
          and will let come that I come
               because then I'm not thinking

Poem 856
Amsterdam, 2016-11-30
Collection: The light of words
 

I like your sweet lips

licking the love from my lips --


eating heartily.


Ik wil jouw lippenLass deine Lippen
mijn lippen laten likken --meine Lippen ablecken --

smullend van liefde.die Liebe schmausen.

Poem H1579
Amsterdam, 2016-10-30
Collection: More
 

Just a dancing girl,

in all the boys' eyes she is --


eagerly devoured.


Een dansend meisje:Tanzendes Mädchen:
in alle jongensogen --in alle Jungenaugen --

gretig verslonden.hungrig verschlungen.

Poem H1562
Amsterdam, 2016-10-14
Collection: NightWatch
 

The girl I follow

would really like to kiss me --


if she just knew me.


De vrouw die ik volgDas Mädchen vor mir
zou mij best willen zoenen --würde mich gerne küssen --

als ze mij kende.wenn sie mich kenne.

Poem H1291
Amsterdam, 2015-08-12
Queen Hatshepsut (Ilja Leonard Pfeijffer) - 2001
Poem "Koningin Hatshepsut" (collection "Het glimpen van de welkwiek")
Collection: Palace of the night
Tribute to: Pfeijffer, Ilja Leonard 
 

If you don't come now,

how shall I endure all night?


with my lips empty!


Als jij niet gauw komt,Wenn du nicht kommst, wie
hoe moet het dan heel de nacht?soll ich die Nacht verbringen?

met lege lippen!mit leeren Lippen!

Poem H1141
Amsterdam, 2015-05-04
At midnight, on the phone (Carlos Drummond de Andrade) - 1992
Poem "À meia-noite, pelo telefone" (collection "O amor naturel")
Collection: Palace of the night
Tribute to: Drummond dA, Carlos 
 

Zywa Rainsong

Love sings
of bravery eternally young
men wanting to be friend and foe
joy and sorrow

love sings
of beauty and heroes
born from their own lap


A hearts sings
everywhere and always the same
a sun song, a rainsong
the song of desire

a heart sings
if necessary of great pains
to extinguish them in its blood


Life sings
high and low in choruses
that love to charm themselves
with their own harmony

life sings
I soften my voice
to hear you

Poem 43
Train Amsterdam-Leeuwarden, 2006-01-14
Sapere (sapio) = to taste; to be wise, to understand
Collection: Webgarden
 

Zywa Where shadows cast secrets

Everyone knows the book about the king
his power, the counsellors and the grand
palace with all its inner gardens

full of wonderfully scented flowers
but I describe what I have learned
from experienced men, Horsehead

and Goldnavel, about pleasures
in the dark, behind the corners
where shadows cast secrets

of concealed doors to the corridors
through the silent basement maze
where desires are fulfilled

by round beds and soft
women who cover you with sun -
their backs wave and groan

as my nails write immortality
in their skin and their breath
hops like a hare or sighs

like a crescent moon with hairs
that rustle when they lie down
in the wake of my hand

I just let other people
work and rather feast
upon love, night and day

Poem 1513
Amsterdam, 0000-00-00
Love thread (Vatsyayana) - 250
Kamasutra
Collection: Take a picture, now
Tribute to: Vatsyayana 
 

Love adorns itself

with longing and with sadness --


with insomnia.


Liefde versiert zichDie Liebe schmückt sich
met verlangen, met verdriet --mit Sehnsucht und mit Kummer --

en slapeloosheid.mit Schlaflosigkeit.

Poem S1056
Amsterdam, 0000-00-00
Tales of Caunterbury (Geoffrey Chaucer) - 1400
"Knight's Tale"
Collection: Love Mind and Death
Tribute to: Chaucer, Geoffrey 
 

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