Barren lands

It's a time to hunker down
but still the roving heart goes out
this weather as the day I was born in
the cold rain to line the street's din

It's a time to enjoy warmth
but still the hunting heart alarms
those trees as the morning I greeted first
while crying of fatigue and thirst

Hear the wind rustle up the leaves
stalking the houses like thieves
In my seat, linked through the sands
Time flees through my hands,
sowing my memories upon barren lands

The rain's deluge brings refuge
My heart moves once again in its groove
and while this worn seat withstands the clock
My heart boards a lone ship at the dock
and while the sea greets the man
he views upon his barren lands

Barren lands of love and friendship
barren lands of heartbreak and hardship

It's a time to hunker down
to remember a soft frown
to read and think of her soulful eyes
every once again in a while

As it rains, I'm one of the islands
commandeering my barren lands ...

Cloudmaker

I am a cloudmaker
bringing up the vapour
up to where it belongs
got some different colour,
name your song
I've got mauve, beige, blue and gray
orange and pink, if you wish for more play
it's real, enticing,
let me show you the pricing

I am a cloudmaker
drifting on the vapour
painting flurries in the skies
and if it pleases your eyes
let me show you the sample card
it's a whole range of art

I am a cloudmaker
at your service
to meet your wishes
in my giant machinery
of wondrous steaming refinery
selling vapour

Schommel

Schommel
wiegt zachtjes
en blikt terug
op voorbije charmante lachjes
Vervlogen

Waterkant impressie

Kabbelend brabbelend 't water
Babbelend in zijn geklater
Roerend toerend rond
Ruisend al te bond

Razend rond rotsen ruig rood
Ritselend riet dat weerwerk bood
Roetsjbaan ruim rivalerend
rijkelijk romige rozengeur infiltrerend
Rust suist zacht
spreidend stilte zoet
zoemend zomerse nacht

De lofzang door
een melodieus krekelkoor
krakend en kriekend en krekelend
Zijden zoom van es fezelend
Daar langs die vruchtbare waterkant
Waar geluk nog geen ijdel uitspreken zijn kan

July

A lone street,
a grass field
designs of cray
leaving in the spray
the rain drops
July has gone

Former youthful ideas
now distant memories
All we were those days
Children at play

A wooden slide
it had seen the years
chirping house martins
and a craving for
some icecream, mama
July and school was
A future
far, far ahead

Former youthful games
now time seems tame
All we were those days
Children at play

The sun beat the roof
Mama, it was hot outside
the rubber pool and
the green watering can
the neightbouring kids
asked me to join the play
A lone street;
July

Just a game today

Whistling through the air
surfing on well known songs
After all, life's just a refrain
no time to restrain

A hunting heart in its lair
on the prowl years ago, far too long
Stop, rewind, stop and play
life's just a game today

Now it's settled once again
The chained and walled heart in its den
Now it's just a game of memory
life's just another old story

So keep on, get it on
the stereo pushes on
Stop, rewind, stop and play
life's just a game today

A hermit

I'm a hermit at a wild raging sea
a forlorn war zone only I can see
Hidden thoughts on lee
My toes kick the stones and the pebbles
lessening a pain that thrives and never ebbs
As the sound recalls scenes past,
downwards the beach I hurried fast
to find a prevailing wind and try, fly
like the petrels on the move to the sky

I'm a hermit at a wild lonely desert
only the baking writhing sands
as a reminder that rightly serves
as the petrel cautiously lands
on the rocks that lend a hand
to those that wander and rant

I'm the hermit one rarely sees
ragged I ain't nor do I have wise words
it's just plain old me in a foreign world
ever attempting for the pugnacious breaking free