Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: like a genius

like a genius

please don’t mind me
I’m just a poet
playing with all the words
in the garden of my fantasy

I’ll let you visit afterwards
when my dance has been done
and there’s no movement anymore
unless you peek through the keyhole
of yet another door

it’s like a constant and changing riddle
harmless in nature, so yeah
welcome to the mindgames
of a loving mastermind

© Maurits Sterkenburg

Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: what not to say to a “lunatic”

what not to say to a “lunatic”

no crazy people allowed
please do not visit the clubs
just take your pills – and
go to sleep already
I don’t want to be bothered
with all the shenaningans

just go and stay away
there are nurses where ever you live
maybe they like to talk to you
I just don’t care anymore
I only like myself – and
like minded persons

also, stop calling people ugly
cause so are you, so are you
have you ever taken a good look
in the mirror lately – well
then you see what everyone
has to go through

I’ve got one problem
and that problem is you
you dirty basterd
you’re the weirdo

© Maurits Sterkenburg

Maurits Sterkenburg

poem: between blasts of water

between blasts of water

don’t catch a cold
catch my drift

okay, well that was on me
just trying to get a good laugh
what clown do I need to beat up
before even thinking about
the guy that always gives me riddles

I just don’t want this anymore
last a man who thinks he’s a pinquin
stabbed at me with an umbrella
then a dude in a weird suit
yelled hasta la vista, baby!
and ran off after he said
I’ll be back

it’s so confusing in here
the clown always asking me
why I am so serious
and I don’t know the answer
because nobody likes me
even my clay dolls ignore my complaints

and I don’t even know why I’m here
the guards are mean so I have to beat them
and then I always end up in here
in this white pillowed room

can someone get me out of here
before I go completely out of my mind

© Maurits Sterkenburg

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

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

© Maurits Sterkenburg

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

© Maularia Fist

Maularia Fist

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

Maularia Fist

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

© Maularia Fist

Maularia Fist

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

© Maularia Fist

Maularia Fist

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

© Maularia Fist