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"heerings" poems
The positive note There is the music for The lost The found The beaten The winners The loved The unwanted The happy The sad The few The many The frightened The heroes The cowards The listeners The deaf for everything The ones who feel important The ones who are important But most important For the lyrics And the positive note - Heerings 2015
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
The positive note
In general most wars are pointless In general children get killed In general cities do vanish In general the missiles hit The general takes the decisions But in general he does not smell the smell of fire In general he does not hear the people scream In general he only counts the hits and all the rest generally is seen as calculated side effects He gives the orders To push the **** To fly the jet To drop the bomb It is precision but that's precisely the problem of a general war
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
In general the general - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
Did you meet mister know it all He only speaks but never listens He knows all answers anyway Hear him talking to himself Believing all his little secrets Believing all his little lies And when night comes He'll be dreaming All the lies are his very own truth While actually his knowing all Just hides the fact that other people Just know him as the guy nextdoor The nameless man  who is unknown Who sees nobody in the eyes Because he is simply insecure The man nobody knows at all
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:33 AM UTC
Mister know it all - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
MH17.... one year further The grief of families The loss of lives Bodyparts in the winter landscape A year flies But the 298 victims They don't speak They don't cry They just rest The rest of the innocent And the quilty rest Might never be caught While the toys as ever hold their tongues - Heerings July 2015
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
The plane MH 17 one year further
The ocean blue its taste so salty like tears you spilt for far too long Birds fear nothing flying where the warmth of the sun will dry their feathers Hold your tears and let the sun dry your eyes before winter is coming to freeze your heart Seasons come and go as pain will ease and you shall blossom like the rose in spring in the fields of gold coloured by the rainbow after the rain chased the clouds away - Heerings June 2015
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
Oceans and tears
The melancholism Of the sword of  sadness The beginning of madness The ghosts of your past you carry on your back The guns were loaded But you felt empty The kanon was fired You swallowed the powder You coughed like a man who knew fate was near You took your loss and lost what was taken Let the sand be the cover of the coffin that gave you the house without windows But who needs a window when eyes are hollow , the voice is empty the tongue was sharpest and cut all the lines that you never did speak
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
The melancholism of the hollow eyes - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
The long legs in a dead end street She was a woman of talking who forgot to listen Her days were short stories but her chapters were long She wanted to live fast but she could not afford it Her heels were high and when she fell all you heard was a long cry for help - Heerings 2015
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
The long legs to dead end street
She never danced not in the open But once she closed her dark blue eyes She was the centre of the party She heard the sounds of all the laughter Glasses full or being filled She was the princess of the non existing empire Of the wallflowers that blossom on an extraordinary day
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
The wallflower - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
If you would have seen Then you would have followed That fast beating of your heart If you would have understood The reign of the rain The speed of the clouds Yet you followed your shadow Giving questions to the answers Behind the wall of words That splash like the drops of a tropical shower After the sun burnt a hole in your vulnerable heart You decided to let go Yes you saw Yes you followed The voice of your heart As the easy way out - Heerings 2015
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Jul 25, 2015
Jul 25, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
Th easy way out
She is sweeter than sugar Attractive like honey Pretty as the model she never wanted to be Strong like the lioness Fast as the leopard Sensual like a desert queen She builds her own castle of the sand that surrounds her She drinks from the well she creates in her mind Her blue sky is cloudless but don't come too near her for she is the spider that will digest your body the second you finish the sweet deed of love - Heerings July 2015
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
The spider bite
Fatal attraction Oceans  turning red The battle of the broken bottles that are as empty as your heart An eye for an eye A wish for the lost A prayer for the found The music for the hearing And a torch for the few that wander in the darkness of the caves where the zombies  of the broken hearts  have accepted their fate - Heerings July 2015
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
The cave of the brokenhearted zombies
The danceless swan Whenever she felt danceless She got her dancingshoes Whenever she felt senseless She just made up her mind Whenever she felt restless She closed her eyes and travelled Whenever she felt useless She looked into the mirror Whenever she felt careless She danced her requiem of broken dreams And when she did she became the swan of the doubting but yet hopeful believers in the good of human kind- Peter Heerings July 2015
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Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
The danceless dance
I wrote the song You used to sing it It really said it perfectly A little story in four minutes Maybe some tones were out of tune But now the lyrics are forgotten It was not a hit but but oh yes still a big slap in the face And the guitar no strings attached
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 5:26 AM UTC
Your story - facebook Little poetry by Peter Heerings
The pretty girl from the present That 's how others called her The plain girl from the past as she saw herself She looked for the rainbow But found her depression A mind full of clouds which ended in teardrops rolling from her once so clear eyes All good she once had It had slipped through her fingers as the end of what once was a brand new beginning of a beautiful day
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Pretty girl grom the present - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
She found somuch in life But still lost the courage She looked for somuch But was blind for the fact That life is not just to be lived for the hunting This time she stood up surprising the big mouths with one single sentence and she knew it was good Like the mouse bit the cat And the cat will remember That even small teeth can be sharp as a knife
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
What she found - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
The eye of the world She sees She selects She moves She deletes She reminds She pictures She shows She is the one Her lens the eye of the world She just for a second Makes sure the moments Become eternal She sees She moves With the right click Of those who are left At places nobody sees - Heerings July 2015
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
The eye of the world
There was no music But she danced like the flower moved by the wind The wind calls her name Poetry is the dance that is danced without music And poetry is what she is She sang but without words She played guitar no strings attached Read her thoughts Forget her name Before she blows your mind
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
Dance without music - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
Speak your mind Talk your talks Whisper your whispers Dream your dreams Just be sure You mind your business Listen to your conscience for there are those Whose tongue is sharper Then their teeth they only show The second that you turn your back - Heerings April 2015
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
Killing gossip sharp tongues
Silence can scream Screams can make silent Words can be loud Stopping others from speaking The future is far But is also tomorrow And tomorrow is always just hours away Maybe time is yours As the clock ticks in silence All forgotten memories Are still stored in your mind Whisper or scream Whatever is needed for tongues and mouths telling The lies that are truth and the truth that is lied - Heerings February 2015
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
Screaming silence - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
Sailing the seas with endless horizons Skies full of painted shapes Clouds with rain soon to be emptied On the oceans waiting to be struck by powerful lightning Wind pushing waves to limitless heights Nature stronger reminding us to better look for shelter Are we not helpless little creatures when nature shows its ultimate strength And we feel small but our mouths are big with loud loud voices even if it's just a call for help - Heerings April 2015
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:38 PM UTC
Oceans and skies
Angels and devils With the looks of an angel She dares like a devil With the smile of a woman She acts like a girl She drinks like a sailor But stands straight like a queen She wakes up in the morning and will still know precisely All the things that she promised and forgot once again - Heerings July 2015
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Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
Angels and devils
Did you see her go Miss understanding Asking for right but yet left again Her mind is so far She worries about others Forgetting herself The girl you don't see But miss understanding Is really the one Nobody notices But she is the one That sees through it all - Heerings March 2015
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Miss understanding
She sometimes thinks But often doesn't She often speaks Nobody hears She smiles a lot But only sometimes It is a smile Right from her heart The things she wants Are far away And in her dreams They all come through But in the morning It is the song That has been playing all along
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
Thoughts and smiles - Little poetry by Peter Heerings
In the light of the moon Her thoughts were revealing The way she really looked at herself She thought of the sun And how it was warmer She thought of her childhood How happy she was The tree gave her shelter From all she was scared of It was not much But still made her feel sad She thought of the morning The sunset was ready To give her a bright and wonderful day- Heerings May 2015
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
Moonlight childhood