so today I want to share some of my English poems, just because people really like them, a little note: these are not new ones but reposts, hope that’s not a problem
I’m not stuck in a fantasy
I’m great friends with mythical creatures
not to brag, but I know an odd eyed centaur
his name is Eugene and he’s very good
with herbs and spices, after the hunt is done
in the summer I travel with the griffins
from floating island to floating island
where I once met a cyclop
she wore fluorising dungarees
because the moon is a blacklight here
an Cynthia loves all the colours
which the rainbow provides
also I know of a cave I lived in once
during a summoned hailstorm by a snowgiant
there I discovered a room, a remarkable room
where darkness and light were distorted – so
you see everything in flashes, like
a never ending strobe light
like it was haunted by Picasso’s spirit
and have I ever told you about Goblinville
where the most magical items are crafted
those being sold will go for a high price
just wait till tomorrow night – because
then there will be a party going on
with dragons, elves and dwarfs so
so that’s why I’m dressed already
as an adventurer with a lorgnet
and a knapsack, also a spyglass
© Maurits Sterkenburg
the foolish lover
don’t go and wander in the forests
not without a plan at least
and especially not alone
when the night is at it’s darkest
people say there lives a witch
beautiful as the moon
she has powers to summon beings
that are not from our realm
all she wants is to be left alone
so I will enter her playgrounds
just to see if she wants to play
a little game of chess with me
and maybe later
we will go to my place
just to get to know each other
© Maurits Sterkenburg
if Thor indeed was a poet
not a broken record on repeat
I have risen, above all I’m the greatest
I’m not yet the best – but
every day I get closer to
become a god
to be the god of poetry
that’s subconsciously my dream
and also one of the worst nightmares
because I would be a popstar and thus
I have no time to write
now wouldn’t that be a shame
when people read my bible
they don’t want to know – that
I secretly had many ghostwriters
in the end it all doesn’t do right
and I can’t please everyone
but I do have the might
to let them feel my disapproval
with a tiny lightningstrike
© Maurits Sterkenburg
have a break, my dear
please, don’t lie to yourself
maybe you’re the greatest
but not today, my friend
while being on neutral ground
I look at rocks, boulders and gemstones
a fossil now and then seems to cry
yelling in my head, fading echos
I’m no fuel now
I still have a bright future
don’t you dare puny mortal
to even let me think I’ve gone extinct
that’s not how my story went
so I just sling shot a bird
I did it with two stones
whilst the blood spattered
on Davy’s boney skull
and you wanted to know
the stories and tales of my drawings
while I just had a need
to eat
© Maurits Sterkenburg
