Soon

Sneeuw, Bomen, Winter, Water, Seizoensource 

Any day soon

This failing heart

Will feel no more

 

Come that day

Just open the window

Closest to my feet

And gently close the door

 

 

 

Help Me Make It Through the Night

 

Gladys Knight (1969).jpg Bron:wikipedia

 

I took that ribbon from the ground

Still around

Sometimes lost and sometimes found

Still life of a friendly ghost

In a drawer somewhere

Still

 

So many great versions of this song, but I like this tender and heartfelt one the most:

Inspired by:

Gladys Knight,  Help Me Make It Through the Night

William Topaz McGonagall, worst poet ever.

William McGonagall.jpg picture source wikipedia 

Lately I’ve been doing some thinking. I tend to think a lot. It’s what I do. And since you stumbled upon this page, maybe you do to. It really doesn’t matter actually, how you ended up here.

But a question remains lingering in the back of my mind. How did this man ended up as the worst poet ever, and was he really?

And let the rich be kind to the poor,
And think of the hardships they do endure,
Who are neither clothed nor fed,
And Many without a blanket to their bed.

Surely you can detect some bruteness in what you just read, but is it really that bad?

Should we not look back on this writer as misunderstood? Or maybe his time ahead?

A visionary relating to past, present and future with heavy heart and some victorian melancholy, but above all a gentle soul in a world that couldn’t care less.

‘His clothes were thin and he was nearly frozen with cold,
And wholly starving with hunger, a pitiful sight to behold.’

The above  lines from this Christmas long gone seem familiar, don’t they? Remember them Christmas to come.

 

http://www.mcgonagall-online.org.uk/life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Still Magic

peter

There’s quite a few by now

And  quite a few

Of them

Are mine

Thin meandering lines

Carefully chiseled

Right around  her eyes

 

Regrets I have

So many by now

And still…

Still she says

She’s mine

Inspired by: Still Magic, Peter Skellern, 1980

 

Er zijn er

Nogal wat

En nogal wat

Komen door mij

Dunne meanderende lijnen

Voorzichtig gebeiteld

Rond haar ogen

 

Spijt

Loert altijd om de hoek

En toch…

Toch zegt ze

Dat ze nog steeds geen ander zoekt

Lesser Years

neil

Children of  these lesser years

Growing up with enemies

and heroes made of make-believe

Nothing  really to achieve

Growing cold in hate and fear

And hardly something to hold dear.

 

Some of the old  are still around

Longing for some long lost warmth.

 

Hoping to be found

Willing to change

And dying to say:

Never, never, never,

Never again!

 

inspired by: Rockin’ In The Free World, Neil Young, 1989

 

Shake the Disease

shake-the

Suppose

Another me

Speaking firm and warm

In a widely spoken tongue

 

Suppose

Another you

Listening

 

Imagine

Us

Just a little longer

Supposing we’ll be fine

(for M and S)

 

 

Veronderstel

Een andere ik

Vastberaden en warm sprekend

De woorden die je zo graag wil horen

 

Veronderstel

Een andere jij

Luisterend

 

Stel je voor

Wij

Nog heel even

Veronderstellend dat het goed komt

(voor M en  S)

 

 

inspired by:  Shake the Disease, Depeche Mode, 29 April 1985