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Chris Pea 48m
Sunday is a day of rest
when you work at home to make it the best

Sunday is a day of peace
but in pointless wars killing does not cease

Sunday is a day to recover
from one too many drinks plus another

Sunday is laying late in bed
but the kids ned to be washed and fed

Sunday is a walk in the park
with thousands of others, it's best after dark

Sunday is family time
that you spend in the company of partners in crime

Sunday what more can I say
a day of rest before another working day
Zywa 5d
With a kisby ring

I am floating in the pond --


Among the lilies.
Autobiographical account "De harde kern" - 2 ("The *******" - 2, 1993, Frida Vogels) – 1937, Bloemendaal

Collection "Trench Walking"
Zywa Jul 11
A nice reunion,

on the pier, babbling water --


and a quacking duck.
Poem "De rivier was blinkend en wijd, het water blauw als staal" ("The river was shing and wide, the water blue as steel"), published in the autobiography "In den vreemde - Kronieken" ("In foreign parts - Chronicles", 2024, Frida Vogels), chapter 'Herbert' - May 20th, 1976, Bologna (about the Maas near Capelle aan den IJssel during Frida's visit to Herbert Cohen [1931-2016] on Sunday, May 16th, 1976)

Collection "Trench Walking"
Kalliope Jun 29
I wash myself with water,
you find too hot to touch
But it soothes my aching muscles and
my tired soul so much
Relaxation is becoming me,
with eucalyptus in the air,
Soothing all my senses while I
lather it through my hair
Jelly bean body scrub in hand,
everything smells sweet
Exfoliating the day from my being, removing myself from defeat
Rubbing circles along my jaw to massage away exhaustion,
high pressured heat to free my shoulders of the burden they carry so often
Body oil to top it off,
strawberry my favorite choice
It's hard to hate yourself when you smell so good,
but it's easier to find my voice
It’s just soap and steam and strawberry oil, but it feels like a ritual to remind my body she’s worthy of being loved ✨️
silvervi May 14
Guarded by the movement all around me
I sleep under the sun in the breeze
My body on small stones on the beach, not yet aching,
Relaxing and embracing the unknown.

Ducks walking along the river bank,
Exploring,
As boats and kanus move past the shore
Where I rest on this peaceful afternoon,

Welcomed by the movement all around me.
Spending some time alone at the river Rhine.
If I could
Then I would kiss your green and living lips with words
take the notes of garden birds and wrap myself in song
bend the trees and bid them do my written will,
caress your honeyed stones to better hear thy whispered tune,
held within my grateful arms from thatch to cobbled floor
safe inside your ancient door and mullioned charms
I need no more
Note on a thatched cottage in the country
Zywa Feb 22
Relax, says a voice,

and menacingly: one two --


she starts to count down.
Improvisation-composition "Pole" (1970, Karlheinz Stockhausen), for two players/singers with two shortwave receivers, on the occasion of the Expo '70 in Osaka; performed by Robin Rimbaud (electronics), Jakob Lekkerkerker (*****) and Gareth Davis (bass clarinet) on January 18th, 2025 in the Organpark

Collection "org anp ARK" #59
silvervi Jan 8
I release the tension in my lower body.
I accept all sensations the way they are.
I release the tension in my upper body.
I accept the sensations the way they are.
I release the tension in my eyes and I close them.
Breath in, long breath out.
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