Zywa Liberation

What is true? I am truly
the man I see in the mirror
with my eyes wide open, devoid

of pitifulness
and, no matter what happens
I am free now, Mama

more beautiful than the man
you wanted to see, the one I was
because everything seemed easier then

but I am no longer that
jester, I'm starting over
with or without you

You don't have to cry
I no longer wish
I had never been born

I am free now, Mama
I am not in hell
I dedicate my life

to how I was made
no matter how difficult that is
no matter how things turn out

Poem 5799
Amsterdam, 2025-12-31
Bohemian Rhapsody (Freddie Mercury, Queen) - 1975
Song (album "A Night at the Opera")
Collection: Reaching out
Tribute to: Mercury, Freddie; Queen 
 

A melancholic

march of the liberators --


playing on bagpipes.


Weemoedige marsWehmütiger Marsch
van de bevrijders, spelend --der Befreier, sie spielen --

op doedelzakken.auf Dudelsäcken.

Poem H5936
Amsterdam, 2025-09-08
The sound of flowers (Marten Toonder) - 1993
Autobiography, part 2, 1939-1945 "Het geluid van bloemen", chapter XLII
May 8th, 1945, the 'Slow March' of Scots as the liberators entry (in Amsterdam)

Collection: Puss & Lord
Tribute to: Toonder, Marten 
 

Children waving flags:

the day of liberation --


Mother picks flowers.


Kinderen zwaaienDie Kinder schwenken
met vlaggetjes: bevrijding --Fahnen: Tag der Befreiung --

Moeder plukt bloemen.Mutter pflückt Blumen.

Poem H5687
Amsterdam, 2025-07-14
There had been heavy fighting: on the plateau (Frida Vogels) - 1994
Verse "Er was hard gevochten: op het plateau", published in the collection "De harde kern 3" ("The hard core 3", part II [Paris]) - October 20th, 1952, Paris
Collection: ThereFrom
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

An easy escape,

hanging on the long kite-tail --


I will fly me free.


Ik zal ontsnappen,Ich werde fliehen,
hangend aan de lange staart --am langen Schwanz des Drachens --

vlieger ik me vrij.steige ich mich frei.

Poem H4944
De Koog, 2024-09-27
A night to fly a kite (Renate Dorrestein) - 1987
Novel "Een nacht om te vliegeren", chapter [Midsummer Night] 8:00 PM
Collection: Lack
Tribute to: Dorrestein, Renate 
 

With a foot-cuff ball

you can only dream dreams of --


escape and revenge.


Met een voetboei-balMit Fußschelle-Ball
kun je alleen maar dromen --kann man nur Träume träumen --

van vluchten en wraak.von Flucht und Rache.

Poem S2348
Amsterdam, 2024-09-09
Jim Jones (Bob Dylan) - 1992
Australian traditional (album "Good as I been to you")
Collection: Great Flow
Tribute to: Dylan, Bob 
 

If you want to cast

out the tyrant, be willing --


to really hate him.


Wil je de tiranDer Tyrann kann nur
wegkrijgen, wees dan bereid --fallen, wenn man bereit ist --

om hem te haten.ihn voll zu hassen.

Poem S2321
Amsterdam, 2024-08-24
The Black Prince (Iris Murdoch) - 1973
Comical novel, A Celebration of Love, part One - A tyrant, either in society or in a personal relationship
Collection: Dreams of love
Tribute to: Murdoch, Iris 
 

The rope is broken,

my lilac-red kite crashes --


although it is free.


Het touw gaat kapot,Das Seil geht entzwei,
mijn roze vlieger stort neer --mein rosa Drachen stürzt ab --

ofschoon hij vrij is.obwohl er frei ist.

Poem S2166
Amsterdam, 2024-04-01
The Moor's Last Sigh (Salman Rushdie) - 1995
Novel, chapter "Spices from Malabar", (2-) 9
Collection: Sludge
Tribute to: Rushdie, Salman 
 

Pulling slowly, I

sing my sensitive skin out --


of the sticky shade.


Voorzichtig trekkendVorsichtig ziehe
zing ik mijn tere huid los --ich meine zarte Haut los --

uit de kleefschaduw.aus dem Klebschatten.

Poem H4483
Amsterdam, 2024-02-03
Degrees of Transparency (Gabriel Paluk) - 2024
Composition for piano and soundtrack on seven loudspeakers, performed in the Organpark on February 3rd, 2024, by Gabriel Paluk
Collection: org ANP ark 
Composer: Paluk, Gabriel 
 

Escaped from the cage:

be happy, clear and free, yet --


I wish you were here...


Ontsnapt uit de kooi:Frei aus dem Käfig,
wees gelukkig, vrij, en toch --glücklich, hoffe ich, und doch --

Was je nog maar hier...Wärst du nur noch hier...

Poem S2089
Amsterdam, 2024-01-08
Wish you were here (Roger Waters, Pink Floyd) - 1975
Song (lyrics Roger Waters, music David Gilmour and Roger Waters; album "Wish you were here")
Collection: The Note Tree
Tribute to: Waters, Roger; Pink Floyd 
 

The poets return

through the former slave gate, with --


liberated words.


De dichters komenDie Dichter kehren
terug door de slavenpoort --durch das Sklaventor zurück --

Met vrije woorden.Mit freien Worten.

Poem H4141
Amsterdam, 2023-09-11
A Change of tongue (Antjie Krog) - 2003
"La Caravane de la Poésie" in 1999 - Poet Thierno Seydou Sall speaks in Kaolack about the slave gate of Gorëe (island off Dakar, Sénégal), the "door of no return" ("porte sans retour")
Tale, part 5, A journey (Day Two)

Collection: Over
Tribute to: Krog, Antjie 
 

Zywa The revolution

We should have educated the immigrants
have taught them our language
and forbidden theirs

Since the new Queen
it was dangerous, her relatives
at the court were creative

They wrote
in the language they have always spoken
as a lesson to their children
that this is not their country

They wrote their language in new characters
as an alphabet of independence
and they recorded their own stories
their desire for freedom

They could not be trusted
but we feared an uprising
if we would arrest the leaders

Aaron and Miriam, and Moses the traitor
and then the violence of their words
overthrew the order

Poem 3768
Amsterdam, 2021-04-30
The fatherhood of Manasseh and Ephraim is attributed at the Hebrew Yuya (Joseph) to disconnect his Egyptian position as the father of Tiye and Ay
Queen Tiye, 1398-1338 BCE, was married to Amen-hotep III (Pharaoh 1388-1351 BCE), who introduced the Aton-cult; their oldest son was (crown) prince and high priest Thut-mose (abbreviated: Moses)
Her brother Ay, the royal writer in the temple of Karnak, was undoubtedly one of the Hebrew members of the elite, who simplified the Egyptian hieroglyphs to be able to write in their own language; these new characters were the beginning of the alphabet; he became the last pharaoh of the 18th dynasty

Collection: A Home
 

Zywa The Liberator

The winter is over, the men want action
like rams without ewes and without a shepherd
By the fishing lake, I promise to be their king

It takes a fortune, rows of carts
bring bread and fish every day
the campaign begins, we march
through the outer regions

On the Mount of Anointment near the capital
we camp under the olive trees
The saint pours a golden crown of oil
over my head, it is my best birthday

I address the men: It is near!
And my enemies, who do not want me
bring them here and slay them before me!

Poem 2352
Amsterdam, 2019-07-07
Jesus (Galilee, Jerusalem) in the year 30 CE
Jesus = "JHWH is rescue"

Collection: The King
 

Zywa Ulu ulu

A liberation is hard work
and you must be lucky, like when
we left under the sign - the plume
of smoke, a pillar of fire in the night -
and got hopelessly stuck

between the army and the dividing sea
We became scared, didn't want to die
and walked on, the water was low
it almost fell dry - Ahead, forward
To the other side

At dawn the chariots came
after us, down the steep bank
with horsemen and lancers, elated
to have caught up with us and eager
to murder and rape

But to our amazement the water took
them by surprise, a tidal wave, fast
and higher than ever, engulfed them
Miriam took the drum
the women danced and sang

Ulu ulu ulu ulu
We live! we live!
We escaped!
After all these years
we did it!


Joseph's bones rattled for joy

Poem 2308
Amsterdam, 2019-06-26
Genesis 50:28, Exodus 13:19,21, 14:11
The name Miriam means: Beloved of Amon; her father was Pharaoh Amen-hotep III; her brother Thut-mosis (Moses) was the crown prince; Joseph was their maternal grandfather

Collection: A Home
 

Zywa Freedom fighters

In years of hunger
we workers on the land
long for a good sign

to return
to a free existence
and it has come

Thunder and darkness
The high lords mock
That is what happens!

They let us go
without cattle, we laugh
in their face and stay

supposedly
We secretly pack
go through the villages at night

kill a child in every house
and point with the blood knives
at the gold and silver

as our wages for years
After a quick meal, we leave
a long caravan of wagons and cattle

We make it to the Sea of Reeds
before the army comes and
it begins to hail real stones

Doubters start to moan

Poem 2166
Amsterdam, 2019-03-20
Exodus led by Moses
Collection: A Home
 

Zywa Drive tyranny away

The neighbours have started
People like us
But they refuse
to be my neighbours, they smash
rockets in the school yard
I'm not afraid, I will die

That may seem bad
but it has to be so
They do the same
until we are expelled
grabbed by the neck
and thrown out

I want them to cry
for help, to wail for justice
and to beg for salvation
and I shall hear
and I shall see
and I shall remain silent

until they are dead

Poem 2132
Amsterdam, 2019-02-27
Intifada, 1987
Collection: Short Sermons
 

Cocks
announce the light
Cocks
I too open up to insight

I am awake :
I am open to what is new
I make contact with what is new to me
I am enthusiastic
 

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