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Zywa Apr 19
We shout many views,

are seldom examining --


our very standpoints.
Poem "(work in progress) 'n meerstemmige teks: pogings om die wit staar aan myself te verduidelik - poging 3" ("(work in progress) a part-text: attempts to explain the white stare to myself - attempt 3", 2022, Antjie Krog)

Collection "Unseen"
Zywa Apr 8
The calls for prayer

freeze and fall in empty streets --


as sacred snowflakes.
Novel "Midnight's Children" (1981, Salman Rushdie), chapter 3-5 "A wedding"

Collection "Low gear"
Zywa Jan 27
She performs her show,

spraying at the simpletons --


her tormented looks.
Novel "Buitenstaanders" ("Outsiders", 1983, Renate Dorrestein), § 3

Collection "Actively Passive"
Zywa Jan 14
At regular times

a message comes, stating: this --


connection exists.
Old computer communication
Also applies to acquaintances

Novel "Een Fries huilt niet" ("A Frisian does not cry", 1980, Gerrit Krol), chapter 2.4

Collection "Rasping ants"
Nat Lipstadt Dec 2023
Crazy Guy Sends His Poems to a Dead Guy

~for Joel Frye,and yes it’s true~


ah another trivial pursuit of trivial nuggets
bout yours untruly, that is a truly truly,
poets that
I’ve known here, but who have moved on,
it’s my obligation to keep them posted on the
au courant,

so slip them a poem or two,
when you ain’t looking to

make one wonder even more,
what makes a man a nutty Natty.?

well if you don’t know the answer to that after
two t h o u s a n d plus poems, you are not getting me

but Joel Frye,
mutual enjoyed our scribblings,
yeah, he got me,
so via social media,
keep him posted of my latest écrits,
fancy french for scribbles,

of course he gets them
before me,
in so far I assume
my thots are known to rise
or more likely drop,
even before
they traverse that narrow passage between my ears…
but really, just in case,
in the peace and quiet
of the hubbub above, with all them comings and goings,
he, God forbid, (ha!), he may overlook my inane insanities,
and the weirdness
of my compositions,
real, ethereal and in between~al,

that’s a great whew~relief knowing,
at least
some one!
is reading my stuff…

natty
Joel Frye,
Poet on HP

Deceased 2023
Zywa Aug 2023
None of those present

gets ever interrupted --


when they're all talking.
"Het tankstation op de route" - 1 ("The filling station on the route" - 1, 2013, Jan Baeke)

Collection "Stall"
HeyitsAngel Mar 2020
It's dark in the room
With only little light coming from
The lamp at the corner of the room
Alone with my thoughts
Wishing I wasn't feeling unknown pain
Oh how I let my mind wonder
With words like...
Oh how I wish I didn't
Wear this mask as if everything is okay
When you the person I thought would never
Break my heart
I thought friendship was forever between us
But I was wrong
I was replaced
Who knew caring so much for someone was
Wrong
Who knew trying to keep the one you love safe
Could lead them to hating you
In the Night
I remember our late night calls
Of laughter on the most random things
People would admire how great friends we
Were
It's all apart of life
I grew up and found my love
But I still wanted my love and having you as my
Best friend
But things happen for the best
You found your love
And replaced me
When I tried managing you and my love
I couldn't help to not want to protect you
You were my sister
You were my shoulder to cry on
But I guess when you found someone
Our daily hang outs became none
Our daily chats about our lives became
About me trying to protect you
Or you saying things that I knew were not like you
Or arguing about our boyfriends
As I tried to defend mine
Since you didn't know much about mine
You were the keeper to my secrets
To my deepest thoughts
But turns out
You were just like everybody else
Wanting to advantage of my innocence
With my generosity
And be okay with being the "hidden plan"
When you were with somebody else
You said you understood what I was going through
When you have never experienced distance
From the one you love
I wanted to save you
Protect you
But I guess I couldn't
You broke me
I shall move on with my life
Deal with the things you spread around that are not true
Deal with the things I only shared with you
To be spread to the whole world
I hope you know
You made me stronger
You also made me trust no one
You may wish bad upon me
But I only wish good for you
This is no hate for you
But only love
I hope you have a bright future
I hope you pursue any dreams you may have
But I will no longer be here
I know you don't care
I have been replaced
I hope some of you can relate to this. This is one of the most personal poems I have written so far.
hazem al jaber Jul 2019
sending you love ...

years left ...
days by days ...
nights by nights ...
even within it's seconds ...
never stopped thinking of you ...
i kept on my love for you ...
as the first day i start ...
and still do ...

sent you ...
still sending ...
and will always do ...
will keep sending my love ...
my love that no one ever ...
made as i did for you ...

even if you closed your heart's door ...
even if you closed it's windows ...
even if your ears and eyes ...
got closed ...
i will keep sending ...
to your spirit ...
your soul ...
which it always lives in me ...

you can't stop me ...
even when you left ...
you are not far ...
you still inside me ...
inside heat and brain ...
with every breath ...
i feel you ...

sweetheart ...
i will keep write my love's words ...
as a whispers love ...
i will write it as a great poems ...
just only to show you ...
how much i love you ...
and to let all world knows ...
about the love ...
my love ...
which i still keep ...
from so long years ...

yes sweetheart ...
i will keep sending you ...
with every day ...
my all love ...
and will never stop ...

love you ...

hazem al ..
Alan S Bailey Jan 2017
It doesn't matter what I say
And it doesn't matter what they know,
Tomorrow for me will be a rainy day
After they're through sending me where
No one even knows I may go.

And no matter what happens to me,
You'll be fine-fancy free,
You're all the same, just looking for something
Or someone that looks just like me to blame,
No one would hurt you just the same.

*And what was the point for this madness
That won't ever come to an end?
No attempt to find a way to ease the tension?
Why can't peace between us ever begin?
So you can always be certain you'll always win.

— The End —