Exploding

When I close my eyes

I see stars exploding

When I open my eyes

I still see them again

When I lay on my pillow

The world starts turning

Like a rollercoaster

Unstoppable, even when I get up again

The knife that stabs the meat for dineer

Cuts slowly my head in pieces

I close my eyes

And no one sees my suffering

How are you doing, someone asks

And I say, I am okay

Only a headache

Oh, you reply, that will pass away

I nodd friendly and turn my head

Too late realizing I should not have done that

There goes the world, up goes the ground

Where in a minute I could be found

The slam set my mind clear

And no one bothers about what I am doing here

I crawl up, put myself together

And no one seems to realy matter

I look around

Feel a bit better now

The Headache is not gone, anyhow

Carefully I walk back home again

Stumble up the stairs, not because I can

I have no choice and manage to open the door

Streight to my bed, all the bones getting sore

I lay down at my pillow

And the world starts turning

I whisper your words

it will pass away

Sliding away

Sliding away

All I want is

To hold you

To wrap my arms around you

All I want is to be there

To tell you, whatever happens, I will be there

I want you to feel my heart beat

I want you to stroke your hair

I want to take away your worries

Soften your pain, fullfill your need

When you fall asleep

Away from worries and pain

I want to be in your dreams

With cheerfull moments again

When you wake up in the morning

I want you to meet a happy day

Not necessarily just roses

But that you feel happy and are okay

Now, that you are finally asleep

My soul is fully awake

And I wonder, how much longer 

How much more is there to take

I can't give an answer

Other then Time will say

In the meantime I feel helpless

When you slip sliding away

14/09/2014

the cigar box

English below the pictrure of the cigar boxDe kast opent het zicht

Op een doosje, het zit nog dicht

Het is al oud, vele jaren

Ooit bevatte het opa's sigaren

Ik hou het houten kistje vast

De koperen sluiting, die nog zo precies past

Een klik en het springt open

Een wereld van verleden komt naar buiten gekropen

Ongekleurd kijk ik vanuit het heden

Terug in mijn eigen verleden

Ik kijk in mijn  voorvaders ogen

Iets wat ik, na al die jaren, niet verloochen

Ik kijk naar de foto's in zwart wit

Ik weet een paar van de kleuren waarin het verleden verborgen zit

Een laatste blik op het onbekende gezicht

Voor nu gaat de doos weer dicht

When I open the cupboard and let the sun shine in

I discover the old cigarbox that is stored within

It is many years ago, no doubt

That my grandpa took the last cigar out

I keep the wooden case in my hand

The cupper lock looks like a new brand

One click, it opens itself

A world of the past smiles to myself 

Uncolored I look from the present time

Back into the history of mine

I look into my amcestor's eye

It is something that I shall never deny

I look through the pictures, all in black and white

I remember some colors, that are no longer bright

A last view to the man I do not know

I close my past, but I wont let it go

(c) 24.01.2014 Saturnnl for DreamsUnlimited

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if you were my friend

If you were my friend

I should have told you, this is the end

I should long have told you where to stick the label

I should have forgotten you, as much that I am able

 Never I should have accepted your rudeness or your blame

Your backstabbing, hate talk, I cant believe I should do the same

I should have torn our connection apart

It should be a relieve, like a long waited fart

I should years ago have refused to play your game

I never should have accepted that you call me a name

You should have heard from me what I realy think

 Your dirt should have been flushed in the sink

I should have given you a hit that you should never forget

Because your behavior is unacceptable, as well as your threat

You can try, but it will never end

It long was over, if you were my friend

I should have forgotten you, if you were my friend

But you are more, so I cant

(c) Saturnnl for Dreamsunlimited

15 11 2013

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MacFake/ MacNep

Dutch  is below the english (under the picture)


Soms is iets niet
Zoals wat je ziet
Dan denk je, wat een leuk plaatje
En de werkelijkheid is naadje

Zo is het ook me de lekkere trek
Als je eens zin hebt in een big mac
Iedereen weet, junkfood is uncool
Maar iedereen eet het, dus kent het gevoel

Je ziet het sappige stukje vlees
Na anderhalf uur ben je al aan de rees
En de goudgeel gesmolten kaas
Is in het echt zo taai als gaas

We weten, we worden genept
En toch is het lekker als je er een hebt
Het plaatje is heel mooi verfraaid
Maar eigenlijk is het geen big mac, maar een Mac-genaaid

Sometimes things look different then real
What you see, you wont get for real
You think, I like the colorfull food pic
What is in reality just making you sick

You see it and you want to have the snack
Such as, for example with this big mac
We all know, junk food is so uncool
But it has some magic what makes eveyone drool

You look to the juicy piece of meat
An hour later you cant leave the toilet seat
The melted cheese, in yellow gold
Taste likes a sponge what is to long hold

We know, this fools us agan and again
Still, when you get it you're a happy (wo)man
The magic of the picture makes us eat the brew
We better rename the big mac to big screw

(c) 29 - 10 - 2013  Saturnnl for Dreamsunlimited
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happy

(for the record.  this poem is not referring to anyone particular. It are just general thoughts, inspired by what occurs around me) No one who I care for should take this personal or as an attack)

Nederlands onder het plaatje 

If you can not cheer for me

When I am not around

What does that mean exactly

Is it real what I have found?

Of course it is better

When we are together

But when, somehow, there are borders

between our physical each others

It doesnt change too much, in my eyes

We are always together with both our lives

So, please, dont miss me too much

Dont let it disturb the happy touch

Enjoy your days, enjoy your nights

It will be good, all ways, it will be all right

Your smile means books to me

We are together, forever, so be happy

Because I can feel the pain

When your jealousy remains

If you realy love me, and I suppose you do

You shall enjoy life

even when I am not with you

Wanneer je niet vrolijk kan zijn

Als jij er niet bij bent

Dan weet ik niet wat dat betekent

En doet de verbondeheid dubbel pijn

Natuurlijk heb ik niets liever dan

Dat ik alles met je delen kan

Maar soms zijn er grenzen

Tussen de fysieke en geestelijke mensen

Het maakt niet veel uit, in mijn ogen

We zijn altijd samen zo lang we leven mogen

Dus, alsjeblieft, mis me niet te veel

Verstoor de vreugde niet, en neem je deel

Geniet van je dagen, geniet van de nacht

Alles is goed, het wordt zoals je verwacht

Jouw lach betekent alles voor mij

We zijn altijd samen, mijn hart leeft in jij

Alleen jij kan je pijn verdrijven

Of in het 'meer willen dan is'  blijven

Als je echt om me geeft, en ik denk dat je dat doet

Dan geniet je je leven, ook als je even ergens anders zijn moet

(c) saturnnl for Dreamsunlimited, 20 - 10 - 2013

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de veer/ the feather 3

English below the picture

De Veer 3

Keer op keer

Vind ik een veer

Zo ook weer vandaag

Zelfs zonder mijn vraag

Ik zie het en ik denk aan jou

Die ik zo graag omhelzen zou

Met de veer, zoals zo vaak is gebleken

Geef jij me, van daar, een teken

Niet dat ik altijd begrijp wat je bedoelt

Maar wel altijd dat het diep in me wordt gevoeld

Je laat het mij weten

Ook zonder veer, zou ik je nooit vergeten

Soms vraag ik je, hoe het moet

Ik weet het ook niet allemaal zo goed

Je laat je zien, telkens weer

We zijn verbonden, door de veer

Ik raap je op, ik kijk je aan

Zo zal het altijd blijven gaan

Ik weet het, net zo goed als jij

Zo ver weg, ben je voor altijd dichtbij

 the feather III

Time after time, in every weather

I discover a beautiful feather

I did not ask, you just catched my eye

You're here again today, and I know why

I see it and again I think about you

You made me live, like no one can do

You give me a sign, nothing else matters

I know it is true, I believe in the feathers

What you want to tell me, I am not always sure

But I do feel your spirit, more and more

Again you give me the featherlight sign

You never leave me, we hold the line

Sometimes I ask you, how to go on

Because you know, I am not always strong

You show it to me, you make me feel better

Forever uniteded, communicating through that feather

I pick you up, I look at you

It is the way like I always will do

I know it , and you know it as well

So far, so close, we shelter in our spell

 ©17- 10- 2013 Saturn voor Dreamsunlimited

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Poetry chat August 26, 2012 – Sunday

Ah

My dear colleauge/poetry writer Sandra did  tonigh post a 'common poem' that she, me and claudia did write a bit more then a year ago, in the 'artists group'  The artist group was a group, created by Eliza, the promotor and motor behind 'Poetry Pieces for Europe, and other nice and inspiring things around writing.

It did show up at my facebook and I want to add it at my poetry in e-motion website. But first I shall place it here, so that it wont dive away in the messages mass that facebook now and then is.

It still does make me smile a lot, how 'silly' and funny poetry can be?! Enjoy the first poetry chat :)

This place is so empty, I almost forget
It is more silence here than me in my bed
This place of inspiration and a spark
Ends like a black hole in the dark
Still it is here that we did gather
Where some great spirits did find each other
Is it that, why you are still in my list
Is it that, what secretly I missed
I don’t think so, because this place is just a thing
I can live without it, but not without you, who I found within
So now and than a sparkle will lit up the fire
And we re-unite along the internet wire
It is a rendezvous at 6.02
o, no, it is short behind seven
I can not say to here that I love you
But it definitely is our secret heaven
With or without its creator
We keep the spirit, in the past, now and later (Hans Friedhoff)

I am your secret admirer in a way
But I won't tell you perhaps one day.
Your rhymes always find a place,
To talk to someone like face-to-face,
To acknowledge what we have created
Writing poems, now all outdated.
The spirit though is still there,
When one starts we all share,
Again like we used in the past,
Oh glory a moment that will last!! (Sandra Stolnik)

I am speechless, what did happen to us right here
It is good you can’t see me blushing
I will not share your secret, no one will read it
But a compliment, who doesn’t need it
Only, I don’t like fake or pretending
I love true words, they are never ending
Lucky I know my poetry girl a bit
So I understand every word of it
It is like drinking from the same glass
It inspires it when I drink and pass
Drinking the inspirational drops of life
Oh poetry, without you I should not survive. (Hans Friedhoff)

I am not pretending, I speak from my heart,
A spot deep down where everything did start.
You may remember, I hope for you
Because it's a place where you have been too
And you came back, like we did all,
When we broke through this thick wall.
Along with us, some new inspiration
Which got out of its isolation. (Sandra Stolnik)

Thank you Claudia very much,
Your words my soul truly do touch.
Yes we began to chat in verse,
It's like a sea where you immerse.
Once inside you wish to stay
Forever with the words to play.
You are welcome to join us here,
So jump inside & don't have fear :))) (Sandra Stolnik)

Sandra`s words of admiration and praise,
Hans`s lines of wisdom and richness,
Brings us all together as the phrase,
Of a long lined poem of mosaic dreams
Of lost poets on deserted shores,
By society`s odd measures,
To take us away from what we truly love…
But we won`t give in, we ll go on together as one….
Artist…..artists….. (Claudia Salajan)

Sorry girls, that I left this chat
Dinner was calling, and than the bed
Some may call that real live
And indeed it is a way to survive
Your honest words, that came from so deep
Made me smile even in my sleep
And when I woke up, on my surprise day off
All what did happen, I was thinking of
The book, the contest, we had a good time
It is all gone into memories, and that is just fine
We carry our bag with memories forever
Priceless moments will last forever
We walk on, I don’t know where to
But it is okay, as long as I can share with you
Call it poetry, call it art
It belongs to us, we cannot part
It might sleep in us, for short or longer
And than it wakes up again, new and stronger
I feel privileged to see 
your most wonderful sides, revealing for me
And look how we made a wonderful start
Poetry chatting, our challenge, our new kind of art (Hans Friedhoff)