Posts tagged ‘poetry’

Don’t Let them Judge

They judge your silence, or your sound,
Not that they hear nor listen much,
The way you live makes them astound
And so the like to keep a grudge.

But they don’t realise it’s them
Who are the sinners as they stay
In loveless marriages, and damn
Their pointing fingers and dismay.

Let no one tell you not to love,
but leave the narrow-minded town.
Look up, and keep your head above.
Let no one ever bring you down!

Inspired by ‘This Be the Verse’ by Philip Larkin.  I did a sort of do it yourself workshop in poetry I suppose 🙂

The Wind is Blowing a Hooligan

My dear friend David Agnew (Belfastdavid) from Whitby, England, is the author of this beautiful new poetry book that you can order through Amazon, Lulu  and various other sites (just google🙂 )
Paperback, 82 Pages Prints in 3-5 business days

“The significance of David’s recent poetry rests in its everydayness, finding poems in the way we get through our days. By exploring issues that are not always the issues and incidents that make up poetry, his poems take on a collective meaning that reaches deep into the human spirit.” – Tom Davis.
“In the pace of a calm whisper the poetry of David Agnew shows us sides of ordinary life we often miss: the funny side, the deep side, the understatement. Years of living and a talent for details make this poet write surprisingly, uniquely, about every day situations in such a persuasive way. Whitby citizens will be proud of this poetry in honour of their town!” – Ina Schroders-Zeeders.

I hope you will get a copy.


When, like there is an earthquake, I feel love,
And aftershock by aftershock goes on, my mind
Is only living in the moment.

So much there is not to be thought,
No word is needed and no promise made.
I find a fact of life I had not sought.

Without a claim the feeling stays with me,
I am contented in so many ways, renewed
And yes, I meant it every time
To happen as you made it.

The circle

Left on her own
a few weeks after the funeral
she realised life
is not a line
but more so
it is a circle
and the curve
is just about right.

Finding a rhythm
she discovered a new world,
and new eyes, new fingers
as she moved the ring
from one hand to the other
so it would rest above her own
and it didn’t fall,
it did not get lost.

Apart from you

Cut off my limbs, torn out my heart –
no it feels worse, a toothache rotting into bone.
Alone, a borrowed dog, a caged blue bird and me.

You should not, but you do: you kindly fade away,
so out of reach, beyond control,
your legacy keeps changing colours.

Sometimes I think you spoke
of love in Spanish.

I need to grow new arms, new legs, new memories,
become a newer creature.

Apart from you I’m not myself it seems.

Poetry event Dichter bij Zee 2016

Saturday 28 May we had a wonderful time in Midsland, Terschelling, performing and reading poetry. And two wonderful musicians (not in the photo) accompanied the poems.

dichterbijzee 2016 28 mei


The chair, your pillow:
all is empty and time moves on
discriminating all beauty
but slower than life. Days have no end.
The whisper shell is silent
and the sea withdraws
to show death in the sand.

I am your widow, no
still your wife aware of you.
There is no possible denial.
Yet, where are you now?
Where is your soul and where am I?

We stand on both sides
of a fence
and you walk on
as I can not
and you can’t stay
and I can not.

And from the sea
some footprints go
into the past.
Away. Away
and further on.


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