Zywa Red lights

Over there, the factories are starting up
All night long they hummed
as the clock ran toward day

Now they buzz, I feel
the furniture vibrate and
sniff for suspicious smells

Lamps are burning
beneath the red lights
for air traffic

It's been a long time since
I've been in a landscape
without plastic and metal

I don't want to die here
Where can I go
to live?

Poem 5860
Amsterdam, 2026-02-07
Collection: Pending rain
 

Do you want to grow

old to have more inner peace --


to look around you?


Wil je oud wordenWillst du alt werden,
om meer rust te hebben om --um Ruhe zu haben, um --

om je heen te zien?dich umzusehen?

Poem S2721
Amsterdam, 2025-06-15
Collection: Local tardiness
 

Outdoors in the green,

outside the people's hustle --


a hut and a fire.


Buiten in het groen,Draußen im Grünen,
buiten de mensendrukte --außerhalb des Volkstrubels --

een hut en een vuur.Hütte und Feuer.

Poem H5547
Amsterdam, 2025-05-31
With a photo of the grill next to the forest hut near her home (July 8th, 2007, Willisau)

Grill

Collection: Local traffic
Dedicated to: Madelief dK 
 

A house always gets

all kinds of defects, well, we --


just live around them.


Een huis krijgt altijdUnser Haus bekommt
mankementen, wij leven --Mängel, wir leben einfach --

daar gewoon omheen.so um sie herum.

Poem H5032
Amsterdam, 2024-11-01
Family package: Dear chaos (Maurits Chabot) - 2024
Collection of family stories "Gezinsverpakking" (by 'De Chabotten'), story "Lieve Chaos"
Collection: Home sea
Tribute to: Chabot, Maurits 
 

Zywa Bi

Open and closed doors
windows shutters castles wards shops towns roads
borders. Follow your path
if you can, where possible

Open and closed gardens
skies valves taps sewers sluices vaults coffins
graves. Look and smell
where you are, where you're going

Open and closed monasteries
societies visors letters flowers looks lips eyes
ears. Listen and be blind
to what you don't need to see

Open and closed books
credits lines veins wounds chakras minds questions arms
hearts. Speak and keep silent
about what doesn't need to be said

Open and non-open
water fire kitchens pans curtain endings conversations
relationships. Be caring
for others and yourself

Poem 5464
Amsterdam, 2024-03-18
Collection: Untwisted
 

The sun wakes me right

in my face: impossible!


Is the earth tilted?


De zon wekt me rechtDie Sonne weckt mich
in mijn gezicht! Dat kan niet!ins Gesicht: unmöglich! Ist --

Staat de aarde scheef?die Erde geneigt?

Poem H4315
Amsterdam, 2023-11-29
Collection: On living on [2]
 

On top of the wall

I lift up the ladder, high --


down to the outside.


Boven op de muurIch steh auf der Wand,
til ik de ladder hoog op --hebe die Leiter, auf die --

naar de buitenkant.andere Seite.

Poem H4176
Amsterdam, 2023-09-23
Collection: Migration
 

Spring, time to go out!

Although winter is nicer:


not all those people!


Lente, naar buiten!Frühling, hinaus! Nur,
Maar de winter is fijner:der Winter ist doch schöner:

niet al die mensen!weniger Leute!

Poem S1718
Amsterdam, 2023-03-27
The Office - Failure (Han Voskuil) - 2000
Novel "Het Bureau - Afgang"
Page 297, Nicolien and Maarten Koning (1984)

Collection: Frustration
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

Behind those windows,

with the swans, lives the red cat --


that once lost its way.


Achter die ramen,Hinter diesen Fenstern,
bij de zwanen, woont de kat --mit dem Schwan, lebt die Katze --

die de weg kwijt was.die sich verirrt hat.

Poem H3751
Amsterdam, 2023-03-04
The Office - And melancholy, too (Han Voskuil) - 1999
A painting of swans hangs in the house across the canal
Novel "Het Bureau - En ook weemoedigheid"
Page 372-373, Maarten and Nicolien Koning (1980)

Collection: Frustration
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

Until the Spring Ball

the farms in the bog form an --


archipelago.


Tot het lentebalBis zum Frühlingsball
vormen de boerderijen --bilden die Bauernhöfe --

een soort archipel.einen Archipel.

Poem H3713
Amsterdam, 2023-02-09
The Office - The A.P. Beerta Institute (Han Voskuil) - 1998
Emmen (in the raised bog), early 20th century
Novel "Het Bureau - Het A.P. Beerta-Instituut"
Page 590-591, Maarten Koning (1977)

Collection: Frustration
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

The plastic waste is

an enormous ghost, dented --


with eternal life.


Het plastic afvalDer Plastikmüll ist
is een heel groot spook, gebutst --ein großes Gespenst, verbeult --

van eeuwig leven.von Langlebigkeit.

Poem S1606
Amsterdam, 2022-12-18
Etabe and Sarah in Kinshasa (Kris Pannecoucke) - 2022
Etabe and Sarah, both in a suit of plastic cups, Kinshasa 2022 (photo Kris Pannecoucke)
Collection: Bruises
Tribute to: Pannecoucke, Kris; Etabe & Sarah 
 

A little flower,

delicate between sharp stones --


that's what life feels like.


Als een bloemetje,Wie eine Blume,
teer tussen scherpe stenen --zart zwischen Schotter, so fühlt --

zo voelt het leven.sich das Leben an.

Poem H3600
Amsterdam, 2022-12-04
bottlenose dolphin (Rozalie Hirs) - 2008
Poem "tuimelaar" (collection "Geluksbrenger"), in 2017 included in the theatre piece "dreams of airs" as the sixth part, "waves"
Collection: org ANP ark 
Tribute to: Hirs, Rozalie 
 

Zywa Your street

It's still early, no customers
nobody on the way to work
everything like yesterday
the fire hydrant always ready
and night rounds against theft

Here you do your shopping
here you go to the barber
here your friends live
this is your view, your street
your neighbourhood, your home

where you can sleep quietly
without scary dreams
life is very good
in order here, with neighbours
who know you all

I would die here
or go crazy, unless
I was living with you -
nothing else to do
than being with you every night

Poem 4777
Amsterdam, 2022-11-06
Early Sunday Morning (Edward Hopper) - 1930
Painting
Collection: NightWatch
Tribute to: Hopper, Edward 
 

Springtime, yet the birds

will not be nesting this year --


they're throwing up oil.


Lente, de vogelsFrühling, die Vögel
bouwen dit jaar geen nesten --bauen dieses Jahr kein Nest --

ze braken olie.sie erbrechen Öl.

Poem S1548
Amsterdam, 2022-10-25
Spring's little poem (Jila Mossaed) - 2005
Poem "Vårens lilla dikt" (collection "Under floden ligger en kudde")
Environmental pollution caused by humans

Collection: Over
Tribute to: Mossaed, Jila 
 

Zywa Exit to hell

There's a woman in the verge
of the highway, I know her
She looks like me, like the face
next to me in the side window

She comes closer and bends
forward to my indicator
I break a sweat in the dark
behind my steering wheel

My boy, what are you doing here?
I turn over in my grave
of all my worries
about you


Mama, I'm going to work hard
and then I'll get rich
Oh boy, don't you know?
This is the road to hell

On your journey through barren poverty
from the desert to the source
you got lost, you turned off
to hell

Poem 4680
Amsterdam, 2022-09-19
The Road to Hell - Part 1 (Chris Rea) - 1989
Song (album "The Road to Hell")
Collections: The drama, Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009 
Tribute to: Rea, Chris 
 

Zywa Gateway to hell

The river is full, it is not dry
although it does not flow, it just boils
bubbling of all conceivable poisons

It can be seen day and night
yet the light of joy is extinguished
in darkness

People are more afraid than they want
to admit and the threat of violence
has broken them of laughing

Common sense rings the alarm bell:
this is not a technological error
no, this is the gateway to hell

The believe in a happy ending jams
the roads, you can't do anything
about the piles of paper plans

Look out what happens to the world
please pay attention to where this goes
before it's too late

This is not a way forward, no no
this is a road, really a road
a road to hell

Poem 4682
Amsterdam, 2022-09-19
The Road to Hell - Part 2 (Chris Rea) - 1989
Song (album "The Road to Hell")
Collections: The drama, Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the years 2000-2009 
Tribute to: Rea, Chris 
 

Forests burned away,

and animals and people --


are waiting for rain.


Asfalt brandt het bosAsphalt brennt den Wald
weg, en dieren en mensen --ab, und Tiere und Menschen --

wachten op regen.warten auf Regen.

Poem S1470
Amsterdam, 2022-07-12
Winter in America (Gil Scott-Heron en Brian Jackson) - 1974
Composition (albums "Winter in America" and "Midnight Band")
Collection: High gear
Tribute to: Scott-Heron, Gil; Jackson, Brian 
 

Modern cars don't stink,

and in the past they stank less --


than the horse droppings.


Auto's stinken niet,Autos stinken nicht,
en vroeger ook veel minder --und früher viel weniger --

dan paardenmoppen.als Pferdeäpfel.

Poem H3248
Amsterdam, 2022-04-02
Vilvoorde (Tijs Nuyts) - 2022
Poem (collection "Vervoersbewijzen")
Collection: Appearances
Tribute to: Nuyts, Tijs 
 

Walking the city,

with a thought to the shelters --


where life is teeming.


De stad belopen,Die Stadt bewandern,
stilstaan bij de schuilplaatsen --aufmerksam auf die Schutze --

waar leven krioelt.wo Leben wimmelt.

Poem H2721
Amsterdam, 2020-06-12
Collection: Moons
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk 
 

An older fish greets

two youngsters and says: Hello! --


How is the water?


Een oude vis groetEin alter Fisch grüßt
twee jonkies en zegt: Hallo! --zwei Jungchen und sagt: Hallo! --

Hoe voelt het water?Wie ist das Wasser?

Poem H2606
Amsterdam, 2019-11-12
There are these two young fish (David Foster Wallace) - 2005
Speech
Collection: Home sea
Tribute to: Foster Wallace, David 
 

Lovely after-smell:

the rain fuming from the earth --


the grass around me.


Heerlijk nageuren:Feine Nachdüfte:
de regen uit de aarde --der Regen aus der Erde --

het gras om mij heen.Gras um mich herum.

Poem H2373
Amsterdam, 2019-01-25
The new canal (Gerrit Krol) - 1960
Poem "Het nieuwe kanaal" (from "Gedichten 1955-1960")
Collection: Em Brace
Tribute to: Krol, Gerrit 
 

Mixed from the low clouds

and the river's misty coat:


a haze of sunlight.


Uit lage wolkenAus Wolken und Fluss-
en riviernevels gemengd:dampf gemischt: das neblige --

een mist van zonlicht.Streulicht der Sonne.

Poem H2267
Braamt, 2018-09-06
Atlas shrugged (Ayn Rand) - 1957
Novel, part 1 'Non-contradiction', chapter 5 'The climax of the D'Anconias'
Collection: Willegos
Tribute to: Rand, Ayn 
 

The memorials

are the lively love havens --


for more and more cats.


De monumenten:Die Monumente:
levendige vrijplaatsen --Liebesnester für immer --

voor steeds meer katten.mehr Streunerkatzen.

Poem H1856
Amsterdam, 2017-11-06
Diary (Frida Vogels) - 2008
"Dagboek 1964-1965", January 2nd, 1964 in Rome
Collection: Beyond the Cape
Tribute to: Vogels, Frida 
 

The city: facades

of former beauty, facades --


of its former soul.


De stad: façadesDie Stadt: Fassaden
van haar vroegere schoonheid --einstiger Schönheit, ihrer --

haar vroegere ziel.einstigen Seele.

Poem S0482
Amsterdam, 2017-06-12
The Office - Dirty hands (Han Voskuil) - 1996
Novel "Het Bureau - Vuile handen" - May 22nd, 1971
Collection: Dirty hands
Tribute to: Voskuil, Han 
 

Zywa Living in the woods

If I were a giant, I would
definitely live in the woods
because trees are even bigger

and then I also have a family
because they live in the woods too
Furthermore, no one lives there

maybe brownies, invisible
because they stay behind the trees
I like to come in the big forest

the trees are waiting for me
and they always walk along with me
until I'm out of the woods

Then they stand still again
and they watch me going --
since I became seven

At that time they came at night
on a visit to say
that I am always welcome

Poem 1105
Amsterdam, 2017-03-02
The trees (Albert Alberts) - 1953
Novella "De bomen"
Collection: WoofWoof
Tribute to: Alberts, Albert 
 

On the high seas, there

is nothing but clouds and sea.


And at times, sun, stars.


Midden op de zeeAuf offener See
is alles wolken en zee.ist alles Wolken und Meer.

Soms zon. Soms sterren.Mal Sonne, Sterne.

Poem S0100
Amsterdam, 2013-09-30
Collection: Summer birds
 

No sun below here,

dense clouds are floating over:


leaves on the surface.


Geen zon hieronder,Keine Sonne hier
er drijven dichte wolken --unten, so dichte Wolken --

blad op het water.Laub auf dem Wasser.

Poem H0372
Amsterdam, 2012-10-24
Collection: Life line 
 

The silverfish slips

away after exploring --


the floor, which is cleaned.


Het zilvervisjeDas Silberfischchen
verkent de vloer en glipt weg:rutscht vom Boden weg, der ist --

ik heb schoongemaakt.zu sauber gemacht.

Poem H0166
Amsterdam, 2012-01-23
Collection: Metamorphic body
 

 

 
Urban area
Beek (Berg en Dal), 1973-04-10
Ink on paper
Published in De Gelderlander

Collection: Pencil 
 

 

 
Ditch (Pijnacker)
Pijnacker, 1971-10-10
Collection: Photo's 1971
 

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