Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: I’m not just like him

I’m not just like him

let’s not get crazy today
the sun is shining harsh
as drops of sweat roll over my skin

maybe tomorrow
that I will save the world
just by taking a nap – or
going to the bathroom and shower
to wash everyone’s sins away
send it all to outer space
to find peace and balance in myself

but after all I said today
which is nothing – by the way
I’ll think I’ll teach them one a time
how to heal thyself and others

© Maurits Sterkenburg

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Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: it’s a mature thing

it’s a mature thing

let’s get together – and
write some history
is what I would like to say
when you look in my eyes
and lay your hands upon mine

I need at least some moments of intimacy
and I don’t want to come across as a pervert
but yeah, I do have needs to
just as you do, I suppose

so now you know how I think about it
and the choice is also yours and mine
but let me be straight about one thing
we both have to have healthy boundaries
and thus inform each other about those
because there must be mutual respect
in the playground we all call life

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Maularia Fist

poem: I’m doing fine

I’m doing fine

once upon a time
I was friends with Cupid
until the day I found out
what kind of basterd he was

he wouldn’t pay for his drinks
said he was too godly for that
and he only shoot his arrows
at a crowd of popular people
while shouting bullshit about love

I mean, he one day went to far
guess he shot his own ego
man, what a narc

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little announcement concerning the English poems

when I have the time I write also in English, also one big thing is that I have to be in the right mood to do so and it’s not my native language so it is hard sometimes to come up with something new, nonetheless I enjoy writing so please have patience with me and my way of writing, I can tell you that coming Thursday there will be a new one online and I hope you guys like it, if not that’s also fine, anyway let’s get back to writing and I see you soon here

greetings from the Netherlands

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poem: if Thor indeed was a poet

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

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poem: don’t you laugh at all this

don’t you laugh at all this

don’t play a game – of
hide and seek….with a ghost
they won’t give you the time
and they mostly cheat
now isn’t that a surprise
also there will be laughter
but not from you

just like there’s no need
to cuddle with zombies
unless you want to become one
then, by all glory, go ahead

there was once a foolish lover
he tried to tame a wicked wild witch
we never saw him around after that
and….do I need to say more – or
do you people now understand
that we’re really not safe
in the imaginary world
this godlike being created

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poem: like Gauguin

like Gauguin

not saying anything at all
you just don’t notice me
while I’m admiring your skin
as it is glowing and shining in the sun
I must be thinking out loud when you spoke
that the view must be pretty beautiful
from underneath your shiny sunglasses
and all I could do here was nothing else
but to agree

there’s a bar with cocktails and good food
at the mythical beach, full of only woman
I’m the last man standing around these parts
these parts of an travelling island
in the subtropical sea
I guess no one will leave

here I paint with ease and
people later will find this remarkable
but I have here everything my heart desires
so I will some day die a happy man

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poem: wake up

wake up

do not listen to what they say
because they are garbage people
and when you’re offered anything
to buy or eat or drink or have
just say no but thanks anyway
and stick to your own plans and ideas

this life we all live
are all different paths
in which we learn – and
experience all sort of things

and what I’ll learn in this moment
will differ from your lessons – unless
you’re here to do the same as me
whatever that may be

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poem: they found me

they found me

ink drips from my fingernails
into a puddle on the floor
I haven’t been writing
for a long long time

the crusts forming on the walls
are filled with my wildest dreams
they sparkle and glow
in all sort of colours

I was just put in this room
others might call it a home
they like it when I decorate space
and there never was an agreement
from my side

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poem: without company

without company

the world doesn’t revolve around me
I’m not that important anymore
it’s a sign of the time we live in
while floating through the space
where darkness prevails
and the many lights are far away
I’m just trying to shine
and be as humble as I can

I wish I could have stayed on Earth
having a peaceful life, day by day
but no, they have chosen me
to explore this empty void
of nothingness

it’s always cold out here
but that’s not a surprise, they say
intellectual scientists are – actually
I refuse to call them dumb
in my honest opinion
they are idiots

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