I do get the cup

of coffee, but the owner --


looks tightly past me.


Ik krijg het kopjeDer Tee wird serviert,
koffie, maar de eigenaar --aber der Inhaber schaut --

kijkt strak langs me heen.starr an mir vorbei.

Poem S1477
Amsterdam, 2022-07-15
You're not singing very long - 3 (Mustafa Stitou) - 2003
Poem "Het zingen vergaat je" (collection "Varkensroze ansichten")
Collection: Whirligig Scribbler
Tribute to: Stitou, Mustafa 
 

The boat refugees

drown, and only after that --


they're floating about.


BootvluchtelingenDie Bootsflüchtlinge
verdrinken, en daarna pas --ertrinken, und erst nachher --

blijven ze drijven.schwimmen sie herum.

Poem S1347
Amsterdam, 2022-02-22
The capital (Ghayath Almadhoun) - 2016
Poem (in DW B magazine (Dietsche Warande & Belfort, 2016-3, and in the collection "Ik hier jij daar")
Collection: Human excess
Tribute to: Almadhoun, Ghayath 
 

We are unwanted,

so we wait for the angel --


of oblivion.


We zijn ongewenstWir sind unerwünscht
en wachten op de engel --und warten auf den Engel --

van het vergeten.der Vergessenheit.

Poem S0930
Amsterdam, 2019-09-01
Angel of Oblivion (Maja Haderlap) - 2011
Novel "Engel des Vergessens"
Collection: After the festivities
Tribute to: Haderlap, Maja 
 

Zywa Lead around my neck

To reign is to look into the future
to see the unity of all people
so, out of respect, the Jews
and the Christians who do not rest
on Friday, wear a yellow
red or blue headscarf, a black
and a red shoe, and

a little bell: beware, I'm coming
Kick me if I get in the way or you
feel like kicking me

because my stubbornness is too much
I only believe half and don't want to
prostrate in the proper way. Well, fall!
Get on your knees! Or should we
help? are cold eyes telling
me and I fight my tears
A dog licks them off my cheek

Poem 2046
Amsterdam, 2019-01-22
Syria (Damascus in 717): Jews must wear a yellow kerchief, Samaritans a red one and Christians a blue one
Iraq (Baghdad in 1121): Jewish men must wear yellow marks and a lead label around their necks, Jewish women a red and black shoe, and a bell

Collection: Short Sermons
 

A martyr is made

of an ardent devoutness:


with scalding hot oil.


Martelaren zijnDer Märtyrer, aus
gemaakt van vurig geloof:glühendem Glauben gemacht:

met hete olie.mit brühheißem Öl.

Poem S0822
Amsterdam, 2019-01-09
The perpetual motion machine of love (Renate Dorrestein) - 1988
Autobiographical account "Het Perpetuum Mobile van de Liefde", chapter 1 Zet eens een kroon op uw liehiefde (Crown your lo-ove)
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

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