Zywa

He left, following

an urgent feeling, simply --

without discussion.



Hij ging weg, volgde	Er ging und folgte
een dringend gevoel, gewoon --	einfach nur seinem Gefühl --

zonder overleg.	ohne Rücksprache.

Poem S2553
Amsterdam, 2025-02-06
The Uninvited (Vittorio De Seta) - 1969
Film "L'invitata" / "L'invitée"
Collection: Froend
Tribute to: De Seta, Vittorio

Zywa Boy's dreams [2]

Men remain boys, scared boys
With a questioning face you take them
by their fat finger
It's easy to break

But sometimes they get wrapped up in their game
Then they sleep badly and wake up with a start
from the dreams in which they practise
what they are planning

By day they can't smile
They are busy or absent
and when they leave they shout
that they love you very much

They take it so seriously
It's so important and urgent
that they can't talk about it
until their success is assured

Our silence is their conscience
We can't do more
until it has failed
despite their good intentions

Poem 4468
Amsterdam, 2022-05-02
Collection: Migration

Zywa Married,
why not?

I want to know
you, I want to help
you, I love you
Talk to me

What is the problem?
You make a mess in the house
You are sabotaging our agreements
and your promises

I am not being difficult
I am making an effort
I want you
close to me, we can

have fun together, why are you hiding?
Are you concealing something?
Be a man, I want to
be sure that I can trust you

Poem 2769
Amsterdam, 2020-03-13
Collection: Dearme
Dedicated to: Maria Godschalk

A man opens up

in the arms of a woman --

He softens and talks.



Een man opent zich	Ein Mann öffnet sich
in de armen van een vrouw --	in den Armen einer Frau --

Hij wordt zacht en praat.	Er wird sanft, redet.

Poem S0753
Train Amsterdam-Den Haag, 2018-06-19
A Frisian does not cry (Gerrit Krol) - 1980
Novel "Een Fries huilt niet", chapter 7.1
Collection: Dearme
Tribute to: Krol, Gerrit

Zywa You need to

My love is a man
he withdraws

still a child
but without parents

searching for the beginning
of a better world

an order like when
he was small, and he looks

at his hands, not as hard
as his father's

which made him feel
that sometimes you don't have a choice

and need to
but that it is seen

and rewarded, if you are strict
for others and yourself

because the cloak of discipline
can cover everything

Poem 1421
Amsterdam, 2017-06-19
Collection: Short Sermons

Zywa

Shield and spear Mars

In the new world there is peace
yonder, further to the west
First, you have to walk over bodies
of Indians and unbelievers
And start anew

War was followed by a flu
a deadly outbreak
of viral fever, hardened
fourfold, invisible
until it was too late

Afterwards the women fought
for the hand of a hero
who survived with his shield
and a spear, to defend them
a hand in which they are safe

In the forced peace
the fight is fought
the hands are given
shield and spear have been
put under the beds

Now I live in peace
in a new world with my man
lying next to me, absent
and restless he tightens his muscles
around his identity

Poem 1287
Amsterdam, 2017-04-22
Collection: Heart's Delight

Zywa Ardently afraid

He is sweet, but a man
In order to protect me
he loses

himself in impotence
acting tall
doesn't want to be consolable

on his haunches in the corner
hesitates to change
and ponders about a miracle

from himself, hungrily
the fire beats out of his heart
searching for fuel and glory

seeking balance and afraid
to find it in the ashes
of his desires

Poem 1163
Amsterdam, 2017-03-08
Collection: Webgarden

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