Zywa Where shadows cast secrets

Everyone knows the book about the king
his power, the counsellors and the grand
palace with all its inner gardens

full of wonderfully scented flowers
but I describe what I have learned
from experienced men, Horsehead

and Goldnavel, about pleasures
in the dark, behind the corners
where shadows cast secrets

of concealed doors to the corridors
through the silent basement maze
where desires are fulfilled

by round beds and soft
women who cover you with sun -
their backs wave and groan

as my nails write immortality
in their skin and their breath
hops like a hare or sighs

like a crescent moon with hairs
that rustle when they lie down
in the wake of my hand

I just let other people
work and rather feast
upon love, night and day

Poem 1513
Amsterdam, 0000-00-00

Kamasutra (250)
Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

Zywa Take a picture, now

I'm not like a mermaid
such a girl without buttocks

waiting on her tail
who might want her

I let your hands model
thighs out of my muscles

with which we make love together
like wild mountain rivers

I feel the flow of my cells
take a picture of me, now
it seems I’m dissolving

in eternal atoms
and loving chaos

Poem 133
Rovio, 2009-07-15

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

Zywa Just like you

Now and then it happens
unexpectedly
that someone smells like you
looks and laughs like you

suddenly begins to dance
just like you
or, out of the blue
says words you once said

At a reception in a large building
I see a man talking to a woman
and yes, I long for you
because of him, his constitution

Hey, don't you remember me?
Come on!
he laughs jovially
It's him, and not, I know him
differently, cooler, more special

We start a neutral talk
in search of a goal
that is empty
not defended or too late

we play by feeling
neither of us is free
we fail to come closer
in public and to match again

Poem 140
Amsterdam, 2010-01-23

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Reunion 
 

That old picture: I

clearly recognize myself --


as somebody else.


Die oude foto:Das alte Foto:
heel goed herken ik mijzelf --ich erkenne mich sehr gut --
als iemand anders.als jemand Fremdes.

Poem H0077
Amsterdam, 2011-12-11

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Identity: self-image 
 

I see her peeping --

she looks back to me and then


we are both ashamed.


Ik zie haar gluren --Ich sehe, sie guckt --
ze kijkt om naar mij en wijdann dreht sie sich um und wir
schamen ons samen.schämen uns beide.

Poem S0051
Amsterdam, 2012-02-29

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Curiosity: about others 
 

My darling asks why

I don't do what I don't do --


and he's fond of me.


Mijn lief vraagt waaromMein Freund fragt, warum
ik niet doe wat ik niet doe --ich nicht tu, was ich nicht tu --
en hij houdt van me.und er hat mich gern.

Poem S0057
Amsterdam, 2012-03-08

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: bond 
 

We are having fun,

giving shape to memories --


of father, of son.


We hebben plezier,Wir haben viel Spaß,
vormen herinneringen --bilden Erinnerungen --
aan vader, aan zoon.an Vater, an Sohn.

Poem H1400
Amsterdam, 2016-04-06

A day as a discalced (Mark van Tongele) (1994)
Poem "Een dag als een ongeschoeide" (collection "Zij gedichten")
Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Happiness (connection) 
Tribute to: Van Tongele, Mark 
 

Teenagers in love,

stroked by the wind and the surf --


licking off their toes.


Verliefde tieners,Verliebt, gestreichelt
gestreeld door wind en branding --von Wind und Brandung, leckend --
die hun tenen tongt.an ihren Zehen.

Poem H1560
Amsterdam, 2016-10-14

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: In love:  
 

Zywa I read you

At the night-lamp, I read you
in my agendas, I stroke the blanket
over your body and lie

awake between the sheets
on the hard question what
more should I have

not done but been
today? I listen
to you and the world

of footsteps, a door
the flush of the toilet
at the neighbours and the silence

of doing nothing next to the turmoil
in your bowels, drizzly
was the day, but

with siskins and sips
of ristretto, with your shoulder
leaned against mine

How often have we done that?

Poem 985
Amsterdam, 2017-01-30

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: bond 
 

Zywa The evening brings coolness

You are so soft and delicate
your skin in my hand
your full light weight
your warm longing

for the ecstasy of when
your bronze body
was immortal in Verona
and I, kneeling for you

between your legs, dissolved
in love. Slowly
after the fast moving
my hands stroked the scent

smoothly out over you and defenceless
I lay down next to you
on the bed in the quiet room
in the centre of the city

with the angular merlons
The evening brings coolness
while I'm looking at you
looking at you

Poem 1414
Amsterdam, 2017-06-17

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: sex 
 

Zywa Like teenagers

The rising water is unstoppable
no matter how often it breaks
into wide waves on the beach
The sun is half an hour

above the horizon, hand in hand
we walk in blowing clothes
into our evening off
My hair dances

In the boat at the end
of the pier we kiss
like teenagers, the water sloshes
and the sky turns orange

With my own eyes I see
the sun set, tack-sharp
and I can only think
that the earth ends there

as a worldwide disk
with an edge, an abyss
in which the red-hot sun
briefly blazes up the fire

Poem 1415
Amsterdam, 2017-06-17

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Evening 
 

Zywa Paris l'amour

In the evening, the river is a theatre
the water carries the music
to our ears, the romance

of a saxophone, sunset
twinkling in the wine and the church
rosy, completely gentle grace

Tourists pretend click clack
that not they, but we, are the extras
and the city were a cardboard set:

theme park Paris l'amour
young people on the quays around
a pillar candle and kissing

couples as it should be
in the sunthrowers of the tourist vessels
gleam the spots in the corners

that you can smell

Poem 1514
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Tourism 
Keyword: France% 
 

Zywa Great-great-old

Great-great-grand does sound old
but he was younger than you

fifteen years, the toughest
boy in the street

and I used to be the prettiest
the happiest too: a girl

born on my birthday
We were fine

with the money from Dutch John
the sweet boarder, my lover

when tough Louis left leaving
only his name for our little

Francis, your great-grand
dead as well

when your time began



Anna Doremans, 27 years old
 
Poem 1516
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17

Anna Maria Catharina Doremans (1876-1904), on her 19th birthday she gave birth to Regina, who was recognized by Louis de Kok as his daughter half a year later in her wedding with him; 1900 Louis moved to his mistress, and 1901 Anna got a son with boarder Jan Stans, registered as Frans De Kok
Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: fidelity / infidelity 
Dedicated to: Madelief dK 
Dedicated to: Florentin dK 
Dedicated to: Lotte W 
Dedicated to: Tom V W 
Dedicated to: Anna MC D 
 

Zywa Lazy love

Love is a tree full
of hearts in love
to live in

and to sing together there
to sing together forever
even if it is not yet so

and you are in bed, lazy
     spun in yourself
     being who you are

and to be or not to be
     happy together
     is no question

because you are warm
and the world is turning
with the tree full of hearts

and there is no one
who can stop that

Poem 1517
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: harmony 
Dedicated to: Madelief dK 
 

Zywa My love open

Sheets up to my knees
not for my own desires
would I wake up
the man who wants me

So I just grope him
in mind, letting one thing lead
to another and drift away
in the delight of sleep

Getting up in a new life:
how did you end up next to me
after all those evenings of feeling
with myself how you would feel

who I am?
my love open
to passion and eyes
that see me

Poem 1521
Amsterdam, 2017-08-17

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Desire: 
 

Poem 1525
Amsterdam, 2017-08-19

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Goodbye: ritual 
 

Zywa Lovelylove

On a summer evening the smith
a strong young man, walks with
the nicest girl, just for a stroll

     Walkie walkie, don't need a pub

Walking together, without a goal
making a trip through their dreams
and talking about their lives as teens

     Talkie talkie, please open up

Then, when the darkness recedes
they hide themselves in the reeds
and make a bed of canes in the dew

     Beddie beddie, heaven above

Lie down easily, no one can see you
It is warm, take off your clothes
to enjoy the sweets from lips to toes

     Sweetie sweetie, lovelylove

Panting like a doggie he scents
and licks the beauty she presents
to his mouth, and all her body glows

     Doggie doggie, please come in

Purring she turns around and shows
her passion, stewed and waiting
with four paws wide and baiting

     Pussy pussy, munch my skin

On a spring afternoon the smith
a sweet young man, walks with
the girl, she's the bride, he the groom

     Baby baby, lovelylove

because their baby is coming soon

Poem 1526
Amsterdam, 2017-08-19

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

I weigh both of us,

pieces of me and of you --


up to a balance.


Ik weeg ons tweeën,Ich wiege uns ab,
stukjes van mij en van jou --Stücke von mir und von dir --
tot een evenwicht.bis zum Gleichgewicht.

Poem H1902
Amsterdam, 2017-12-16

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: nourishes 
 

Our wedding kiss, we

see it again and we doubt --


how do we kiss now?


De huwelijkskusUns'ren Hochzeitskuss
terugzien en twijfelen --wieder sehen und zweifeln --
hoe kussen we nu?wie küssen wir jetzt?

Poem S0639
Amsterdam, 2018-01-01

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: flawed/doubt/powerless 
 

Zywa Black sails, thunderclouds

Black sails, thunderclouds
flooding all the shores
all the shores of love

               Attica (Aegeus and Theseus)

Everlasting love
from parents to their child
unconditional and true

But fate is ignorant
and joy makes one forget
the preconcerted sign

Black sails, thunderclouds
crying for our son who died
Is my life worth living now?

Behind the clouds, the sun shines
the hereafter beckons me: come
perpetuate your bond

               Brittany (Tristan and Isolde)

Everlasting love
the poison innocence drinks
compells the soul to love

Jealousy can be a tonic too
even white hands can lie
when it comes to love

Black sails, thunderclouds
crying for my love who died
Is my life worth living now?

Trees grow out of the graves
and their branches intertwine
inseparable is their bond

Poem 2149
Amsterdam, 2019-03-12

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Fate 
 

Creamy white, sweet pink,

a bunch of satisfaction --


our bed of roses.


Roomwit, zoet roze,Süßes rosa-weiß,
een boeket van voldaanheid --ein Strauß von Zufriedenheit --
ons bed van rozen.unser Rosenbeet.

Poem H2423
Amsterdam, 2019-03-30

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Satisfaction 
 

My heart drinks the smells

of the lilac tree, tipsy --


of li-lilac wine.


Mijn hart drinkt de geurMein Herz trinkt den Duft
van seringen, ik ben zat --des Fliederstrauchs, besoffen --
van de bloesemwijn.voller Blütenwein.

Poem H2425
Amsterdam, 2019-04-02

"Lilac wine" (1950, James Shelton), sung by Nina Simone in 1966 (album "Wild is the wind")
Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Ecstasy 
 

In all my fibres,

completely, to the extreme --


I do feel Zywa.


In al mijn vezels,Bis zum Äußersten,
totaal, tot het uiterste --in jeder meiner Fasern --
voel ik me Zywa.bin ich jetzt Zywa.

Poem H2502
Train Vlissingen-Amsterdam, 2019-06-07

Zywa = alive, vivid
Orgasm

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Life: lust (enthusiasm) 
Keyword: Body: and mind 
 

Zywa My purple rain

The candle on the edge of the bath crackles
and, over my body, the ball is fizzing
the purple rain

of my red blood
in the blue reflection
of the sky in the water

my skin dissolves, my skeleton
shivers, so beautiful is this
ending, farewell my love

just let me go, I'm crying
but I love myself
since you kissed away what was ugly

Poem 2428
Amsterdam, 2019-09-26

Purple rain
Hate (Vent)
The color purple (2019)

Song "Purple rain" (1984, Prince)
Poem "Hate (Vent)", and poem "The color purple" by Siera Mayhew (September 4th, 2019 resp. end of August 2019)

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Letting go 
Dedicated to: Siera Mayhew 
Tribute to: Prince 
 

I let the light shine

through my attentive heart, yes --


I cherryblossom!


Ik laat licht schijnenIch lasse Licht durch
door mijn aandachtige hart:mein Herz scheinen, aufmerksam:
ik kersenbloesem!ja, ich kirschblühe!

Poem H2684
Amsterdam, 2020-04-11

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Self-expression (attention) 
 

Poem 3029
Amsterdam, 2020-07-01

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

Zywa People, I love you

Where the daily rush of life
falls to a standstill and I see someone
turning inward, everything stops

immediately I too fall
into a standstill, I no longer have any plans
not even a body

I am no longer on my way
I am just the softly vibrating
energy called love

connected with the face
I see, so beautifully
balanced with life

People, I love you
a life with you
goes through me

until you move, the world
turns again and I am there
in the daily rush of life

Poem 3353
Amsterdam, 2021-01-11

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Together: connected 
 

A naked body

under transparent plastic --


wet upon the clay.


Naakte lichamenEin nackter Körper
onder doorzichtig plastic --in durchsichtigem Plastik --
kletsnat om de klei.durchnaß um den Ton.

Poem H3053
Amsterdam, 2021-10-04

Visual artist Lotta Blokker
"Lotta Blokker - The Hour of the Wolf" (2015, Frans Weisz)

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Curiosity: about others 
Tribute to: Blokker, Lotta 
 

Kneadable muscles,

a supple body, firmly --


posing nude in clay.


Kneedbare spieren,Knetbare Muskeln,
een soepel lichaam, stevig --geschmeidiger Körper, fest --
poserend in klei.posierend in Ton.

Poem H3054
Amsterdam, 2021-10-04

Visual artist Lotta Blokker
"Lotta Blokker - The Hour of the Wolf" (2015, Frans Weisz)

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Beauty: body 
Tribute to: Blokker, Lotta 
 

Very many eye

blinks experienced in one --


one person of bronze.


Honderden ogen-Sehr viele Augen-
blikken beleef ik in één --blicke, erlebt in éinem --
in één mens van brons.éinem Bronze-Mensch.

Poem H3055
Amsterdam, 2021-10-04

Visual artist Lotta Blokker
"Lotta Blokker - The Hour of the Wolf" (2015, Frans Weisz)

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Soul 
Tribute to: Blokker, Lotta 
 

Kneadable muscles,

and make what you see, that's art --


Beauty compels it.


Kneedbare spieren,Knetbare Muskeln,
en dan: maken wat je ziet --und dann: machen, was man sieht --
Schoonheid dwingt het af.Schönheit erzwingt es.

Poem H3056
Amsterdam, 2021-10-04

Visual artist Lotta Blokker
"Lotta Blokker - The Hour of the Wolf" (2015, Frans Weisz)

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Art 
Tribute to: Blokker, Lotta 
 

Zywa #sexy

It was a nice day
out together, home together
as every day
should be like

The table nicely set
each other's eyes caught
everything at its best
strained and temporised

After showering
I stand in the bedroom
in front of my closet
without sexy clothes

Nothing to wear
to seduce you
on the clean sheets
romantically like women

surrender from the bottom
of their hearts to a man
hoping he is willing
to do the same

Poem 4030
Amsterdam, 2021-10-18

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

Walking, I follow

but one single thinking track:


my longing for you.


Een dag langs de zee,Am Strand folge ich
één enkel denkspoor volgen:einer einzelnen Denkspur:
verlangen naar jou.die Sehnsucht nach dir.

Poem H3087
Egmond aan Zee, 2021-10-25

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: In love:  
 

Zywa Sunset (Cape Sounion)

It is getting dark, we walk away
from the couples, who, just like us
have not seen the sun go down

The picnic baskets are empty
You pack up the peels and I
pretend to look past you

pretend not to attract attention
knowing that
our skin is glowing for more

Your body shines
sculpted tensely
like a Greek god

I brush through your hair
The sea moans under the rocks
Our room is still far away

but I can imagine you
hanging out nicely, kneadable
in the grip of my hand

Poem 4549
Amsterdam, 2022-06-23

September 24th, 1989
Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Desire: lust 
 

I love mama, here,

in this old photo before --


she became mama.


Ik hou van mamaIch liebe Mama
op deze foto voordat --auf diesem Foto, bevor --
ze mijn mama werd.sie Mama wurde.

Poem H3536
Amsterdam, 2022-10-27

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Parents: mother(hood) 
 

Zywa Is your photo attention for me?

Mummy is bad
she doesn't look
at my painting
she hides her eye

behind the camera
and in her mind she makes
her own painting
of me

another Helena of me
with blood on her hands
an angry Lolita
with a cool belly

for hot men
a Confident-Blue
belly despite the voyeurs
at mummy's exhibition

who think they see me
while they fantasise
about a fille fatale
pleasing them

Poem 5328
Amsterdam, 2023-10-08

The Painter (Marlene Dumas) (1994)
Painting
Ink "Confidence Blue" by Monteverde (California)
About Helena of Troy, see also the poems 0899. "The blossoms stay with me", and 3155. "#Beauty"

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Attention: exist 
Keyword: Resistance 
Tribute to: Dumas, Marlene 
 

See us sitting here

on each other's lap, happy --


to make this picture.


Kijk, hier zitten weSchau, hier sitzen wir
op elkaars schoot, gelukkig --uns auf dem Schoß, ja, glücklich --
gefotografeerd.gibt es das Foto.

Poem S1026
Amsterdam, 2020-06-14

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Keyword: Love: bond 
 

Zywa Photos nobody else will ever see

The people who nodded
yes, that's you, those cheeks
that smiling face

in my baby photo album
those people are dead, and I
don't know anything about it

I remember the signboards
the superscriptions that I wanted to read
my eyes took pictures

that nobody else will ever see

the locks of hair on the slippery tiles
at the barber in Hesperen Street
tapping lotion into my skin

the two chestnut trees in the yard
of the kindergarten and the children
who want to sail across in the playtime

the marvel of the beechnuts
swirling down in the Wedding Avenue
(funny that there is no church there)

Handfuls of nuts I took with me
my memory has pictures of it
which I will not forget

Poem 959
Amsterdam, 2017-01-17

Collection: Take a picture, now 
Collection: Life line 
Keyword: Memory: 
 

Zywa
     Collection:   Take a picture, now
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