Category Archives: Poems

Marriage saving catalogue

(a poem about a desperate man)

He’s leafing through
turns a page
sniffles.

“Good-luck charm
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pain
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lump chart
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paint
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunch charter
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painter
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lung check
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painting
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luxury cheek
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pair
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-machine cheese
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palace
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-machinery chemical
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palm
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-madame chemist
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pan
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magazine chemistry
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a panel
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magic cheque
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a panic
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magistrate chest
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paper
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magnitude chicken
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a para
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-maid chief
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a parade
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-mail child
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paragraph
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-mainframe childhood
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a parallel
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-mainland chin
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a page
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luck charm
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pageant
snifters.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lug charmer
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pageboy
sniggers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lullaby chart
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pagoda
snips.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lumber charter
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pail
snipes.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lumberjack charwoman
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pain
snipers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lumberyard chase
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painkiller
snippets.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luminary chaser
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paint
snitches.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lump chasm
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paintbox
snivels.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunatic chat
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paintbrush
snobs.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunch chateau
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painter
snogs.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luncheon chattel
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painting
snookers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunchtime chatter
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pair
snoops.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lung chatterbox
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pal
snoopers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunge chatterer
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palace
snoozes.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lurch chauffeur
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palate
snores.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lure cheap
marital bliss.”

I know, I know, too long to read all of it. Too much repetition of words. Still, something fascinates me about the story. So I’m leaving it like this for now.

 

Theology (n+14)

“end,
now”,
at the pepper café.
“plenty of tiles,”
up her chapter.
“Take me,
I’m a real greedy.”
she takes
from her polymer
some whipped cross
in her.

Unedited as yet, because I don’t feel well today. If you want to know more about n+ poems, you can check out my word cloud on the right and click on the tag to see other ones with longer explanations.

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Thursday door – 3

This door was hiding something. Scroll down to find out what!

Mode d’emploi

To be me
To feel me
To experience me
To acknowledge me
To accept me
To allow me
To love me

To be me
To feel me being me
To experience me feeling me
To acknowledge me experiencing me
To accept me acknowledging me
To allow me accepting me
To love me allowing me
To love me loving me

To be me
To be me feeling me
To be me experiencing me
To be me acknowledging me
To be me accepting me
To be me allowing me
To be me loving me

To feel me
To feel me being me
To feel me feeling me
To feel me experiencing me
To feel me acknowledging me
To feel me accepting me
To feel me allowing me
To feel me loving me

To experience me
To experience me being me
To experience me feeling me
To experience me experiencing me
To experience me acknowledging me
To experience me accepting me
To experience me allowing me
To experience me loving me

To acknowledge me
To acknowledge me being me
To acknowledge me feeling me
To acknowledge me experiencing me
To acknowledge me acknowledging me
To acknowledge me accepting me
To acknowledge me allowing me
To acknowledge me loving me

To accept me
To accept me being me
To accept me feeling me
To accept me experiencing me
To accept me acknowledging me
To accept me accepting me
To accept me allowing me
To accept me loving me

To allow me
To allow me being me
To allow me feeling me
To allow me experiencing me
To allow me acknowledging me
To allow me accepting me
To allow me allowing me
To allow me loving me

To love me
To love me being me
To love me feeling me
To love me experiencing me
To love me acknowledging me
To love me accepting me
To love me allowing me
To love me loving me

Today the poem came first, then I went looking for a door to go with it. After all, participating in Thursday Doors needs a door! This poem/exploration felt like a prayer to me. So I decided to go look for church doors in my city. Then I realised church doors, when closed, have a rather impermeable quality. They’re there to protect what’s inside. So I realised I wanted to go look for welcoming doors, and make that my quest. A door that says “come in”. Or, even better, “come in I love you”.

Since I tend to practical, I wondered if that could be combined with buying fresh bread. With going to the library. With whatever that’s on my to do list. And I remember how this poem started… The original title was ‘to be list’. I think I need to go outside to be instead of to do.




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Today’s #ThursdayDoors brought me a lovely quest. What looked like a boring door with nothing but emptiness behind it, turned out to be interesting and fun. The dinosaurs will be travelling to Enschede to day, which is about a two hour drive. I smile when I picture the cars who will meet this unusual convoy, and the children (0-99) in there who’ll be as surprised and happy as I was to meet them.

Getting nowhere again (n+a lot)

Oh wine I’ll just graduate
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn
that discount
digging up the tram rails
– well-windowed

I’ll just grade
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn that disclosure
digging up the tram rails
and welfare

oh wind

I’ll just grace
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn
that discipline
and welcome

the west

I’ll just goal
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn that directive

– digging up the tram rails

Oh well I’ll just go
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn
that dirt

wave

Last week I fell in love with the N+ machine. I was mesmerised by the results of my first experiment with it, and loved SO many of the lines it brought me. Today I’m in a more critical mood. I like bits and bobs, but certainly don’t think every strange word combination deserves to get a poem of it’s own.

I promised a weekly #N+Friday, and I still think that’s a good invitation to play around with some of my finds. Today, I combined a number of N+ stanzas into one new poem. It tells a story now – but I’m not sure it’s going anywhere 😉

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Thursday Door – 2

A door that’s not a door
in a place that’s not its place
2D dressed up as 3

Walk through
to choose
your paradise

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I’ve been living in this city for 27 years now, yet I’ve never opened this door. And if I did, I don’t remember it. That won’t happen again, thanks to Tuesday Door!

I visited the old botanical gardens in the city of Utrecht on Tuesday. Before I left, I realised I could check out the place for doors. After all, it’s been there since 1724. The door I feature today can be found in the botanical garden, but is placed in a blind wall. It was saved from another building and put here for, well, kind of public storage I guess 🙂

The painting contains many references. The garden of Eden, a stork, churches, the Utrecht Science park, a painting by a Dutch surrealist (search for a naked woman on a bike)…

If you want to go to the heart of today’s #ThursdayDoors, this is where it is: https://miscellaneousmusingsofamiddleagedmind.wordpress.com/2019/05/09/thursday-doors-march-21-2019-2/

Fringe (n+1)

Fringe

you shouldn’t message with

you

a pair finished

I’ve seen people share about the N+& form (S+7), where you replace every noun in a poem by the seventh one from it in a dictionary. I tought it was slightly interesting but never gave it a try.

Today I watched a beautiful film-poem by Kirsten Luckins and it made me really curious about what this form has to offer. Luckily, the post provided a link to the N+7 machine, where lazy people like me can find out what it has to offer without too much effort.

I leafed through my statistics and chose a poem that has been read least of all, and fed it to the machine. It was a found poem to start with, so outside what I usually write. The results were surprisingly interesting.

I’m going to share the things I liked or create new poems from them. There’s enough to keep me going for weeks. Which would be rather boring to read I believe, so I’ll try to do it on a set day. Since it’s Friday today, I’ll probably call it #N+Friday for thos who want to follow the posts.

I’ve started with a really simple one today. This is the original fragment (so N+0):

Friendship,
you shouldn’t mess with
you
a painting finished.

I think it will be interesting to see how I can make the things the machine comes up with ‘mine’. I can simply copy and paste, or I can alter. Line breaks, punctuation, word order, or anything I feel that will make it ‘better’ or more mine.

The original poems I used for the poem were in Dutch. Then they were translated. Then I erased words to make it an erasure poem. Then I fed it to the machine… And now I play with what comes out. Never a dull moment when you like words!

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To-d’s door

The door to do
doesn’t differ
from the door to don’t
both have handles
the deceiving difference
is their paint

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I’ve seen Manja‘s Thursday doors so may times, that when I saw this beautiful door in Denmark I thought of her straight away. When I told her I had a door to share with her, she invited me to share it for Thursday doors. I hadn’t thought of that yet, but I liked the idea. I then had the choice between two blogs: here, where I share my poems. Or on the blog where I share posts as procrastination coach. I thought a poem would be more fun 🙂 I considered using an old poem that features doors, but I felt this beautiful door deserved a new poem.

This picture of the door is mine. I’ve found a picture of the full door here.

As a bonus, a song that came to my mind when I thought about the Dutch word for door, which is deur The refrain says: After every door you open, there’s another one you close. And that’s how you remain hidden, it’s never more than a tip of the veil that gets lifted. The songwriter who wrote the text is a wizzard with the Dutch language. My translation doesn’t do him justice.