Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts
Showing posts with label haiku. Show all posts

Monday, December 31, 2018

The horses of Bruges

The horses of Bruges
tell a long story
of a lost princess who chased the geese

Doodles, peace

Doodles on the paper
this is how the artist
lets go of the tension

Thursday, December 27, 2018

He is born

Rest assured, for He has been born 
the one who created heaven and earth 
the one who saves heaven from this earth.

Tuesday, December 25, 2018

time and this body

Age is a reference
to the relation you have
with a timely body:
ailing, wailing, slowly failing.

Monday, December 17, 2018

even in tea

The tea here has your name
so I no longer drink it
dark, tall and handsome
the glass in my hand is empty

Elephants

Nothing more regal than an elephant
another sign for torture,
for others to be happy.

Thursday, December 6, 2018

Saturday, November 17, 2018

observations

From the sky, it all looks small
especially humans, like tiny ants
the ego dissipates

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Things to do with anger 3

of the things you can do with your anger
is stop answering the phone, hang it up
with its own chords to choke away the noise
of the requests lining up on your door.

things to do with anger 2

of the things you can do with your anger
is stand atop of a mountain and shout it out
hoping that the echo doesn't just
bring it all back.

Things to do with anger 1

of the things you can do with your anger 
is make a ball of paper 
throw it out in the nearest bin 

wearing pain in a disguise

Three blows and a pinch
on the cheek

you still think
your hand is kind

wearing pain in a disguise

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Drifting in the wrong waters

How many times, would I have had to die
because my ship drifted to where I didn't ask

tornado at sea,
I, am the difficult storm ahead

how many have to go, so I could feel
the wind as a brother

on my neck,
because my ship drifted to the wrong waters

Friday, October 12, 2018

Tuesday, September 25, 2018

all that's broken

a constant need of repetition
they call you obstinate
for trying to fix all that's broken

a power for a woman

a woman is half a head
left open on the table
without waiting for a saving hand

Thursday, September 13, 2018

a king

A light afternoon
glides like a caring king
because of the wails

a song on motivation

Tools to make
the space is an open floor for you
to create, just start

left on a table

His breath in the coffee
her shades kept close by
both took a flight
up into the day
poem and picture by author 

the issue with poetry

is that it says too much
in too little, yet
abuses your comfort, this poem.