Poetry Blog by Rudyard Kooistra
Dead horse and rider in a trench
The black stallion
my dear friend in this god forsaken war
just died
I am thinking beside him about the days
we were alone on the battlefield
filled with craters and swollen bodies
german or english
It doesnt matter anymore because the sky
above us
filled with birds
circle around
screaming
not caring about the colours
that we once proudly waved
but
at l...
Tuesday 1st December 2020 12:49 pm
The conquerors
Marching along dead stumps
iron cross adorned with a english helmet
it shows the ever changing wind direction
The few are on their way to fight
against another life
False are the sounds from the bagpipe
before they are buried alive.
*I hate this one, i cant make it work.
Tuesday 1st December 2020 12:26 pm
Bazille's studio
The canvas boasts with
all his lively colours in
a gold-plated frame while blue faced men
curse
The conversation how much this will cost
builds slowly the barricades
dangerous distant from the truth and
reality
that explains the anger from the painter
on the subject of impressionism
and degrees of realism
The piano sounds in the back shows
us the skill and contr...
Wednesday 25th November 2020 7:55 pm
Solidifier of impressionism
Black rim and picture reaffirming
Green pressure and unimpeachable
unrealistic pressure from the bottom
of any ocean floor
Red is the thread through the heart
of passion and the hate of the spotters
and all other creeping crawlers
Brown like the stripe through the waves of life
like falling apart farmsteads and failed harvests
under a merciless sun that just keeps on bla...
Wednesday 25th November 2020 11:41 am
Le bateau atelier/just like 2005
A little light boat swinging-----it
betrays the existence ----of
one of the greatest-----it
hides its soul----why?
nobody knows----do you?
Mixing colours----soft and gently handed
a circus for the senses---you can taste it on your tongue
every thought brings----brilliant are the writers of paint
even stiffer joints----it will only get better in the end
Peacefu...
Saturday 14th November 2020 4:19 pm
Der morgen
The fog of an early morning
A velvet blanket between the
rigid silver-fir
to descend o so softly
down to earth
Life awakens voluble
to divide in a shivering
thin night-dress
before the open fireplace
starts to spread its glowing warmth
Just a piece of a busted mirror
Clothes damp and crinkled
worn to its seams
they will be falling apart
ei...
Saturday 7th November 2020 1:51 pm
Das grosse gehege
Abandoned raft, coarsely built
to bear under a mighty
lightly torn sail
The last lost battle
forced me to pick a side
A struggle off the silver lined fish
gasping for air one last time
and from there he only attracts
winged friends
The sun, the coward hides quickly
behind a hedge of self cultivated
lung party's
impenetrable absorbing
sedimentary rock and die...
Friday 6th November 2020 5:14 pm
At night
Streetlight spreads
a light yellow blanket
Windows in the distance
reflect the fact of filled tables
Coaches drawn by red eyed
demons passing by
Hooves tick with a beat
Songs from a troubled past.
Friday 30th October 2020 10:03 pm
Femme-fleur
Time goes by on this little piece of red earth
A flowers breaktrough warming under this sun
imaginative power embraces this yearly dance
Carefully seeking the moment to spread his leafs
The source of your green placenta is slowly turning
to a miserable bacteria colony
Fields filled with the heads following the position
of the yellow giant in the sky, so high
Mono eyes witho...
Friday 30th October 2020 8:53 pm
Ullswater
Establish the fact
buried silence
copper hammered
refreshing pale
spontaneous sparkling
words
waterfall
Daffodils perfect
set and dancing on
a light breeze
Ripples disturb
surface
timeless like a judas
pointing a finger
at he end of being
alive
Orange and yellow
see trough the greens
dominant like
bright red
Truth with a twist
King of ...
Saturday 24th October 2020 8:38 pm
Der mittag
Sand loosely without a system
here and there grass lost on his path
of a soft noon
Magic filled with impatient and failed laughter
on all the known faces
Silence controlling us internally
the breaking of branches
absorbed in a sheet of moss
and holes for undersized mice
to hide from the winged oppertunist
Horizon filled with dark woods
and snow topped mountains
...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 2:06 pm
Another castle
With every gate that closes
another will be opened
and tears silence
apart
Short grass but full of vibrating life
smiles to me
against the clear blue sky
Leather protesting
sabotages his steps
weak against the moisture
socks letting me down
on this
Looked at the path
pieces of a ancient wall
stacks of stones
Shining like a diamond
torn from the roots...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 1:41 pm
The subway, 1950.
Elongated hallway
distant incoherent
unbridgeable sterile
a layer of claustrophobic
screams of probably
decay, madness and inhuman
burning rapidly and suffocating
stages of twisted metal
Wait and regroup the scattered foughts
tangled up at fixed routes
sloping hills and the escape
To the grey forms melted
into stumped automatic
masses.
Sunday 18th October 2020 3:27 pm
Cartier Bresson
Fatique hits the muscles of
both legs and my mood swings
between drunken to plain stupidity
it turns to negative thinking instead
Sand light in colour and sticky to the touch
pushy plaques in the cracks of my shoe soles
Lane features beautiful trees whose arms are dancing
against the beautiful sky, will they ever reach the kingdom
of heaven?
Village from o...
Friday 16th October 2020 8:03 pm
River landscape
Birds dressed in a blinding colour palette
are chatting from the riverbank and shaded
trees to each other
Insects imperturbably productive buzzes
from here to later on the day
Water shallow and clear as sapphire glass
slow but steady in its course
cleans mortality
down his path
Stone bleached and sharpend
around it edges
Fosters its sparsely moments
of intimicy ...
Friday 16th October 2020 3:44 pm
No title.
Tears flowing. it sounds wilder
yet deperate at the same time
Barely dressed
Waves pounding constantly against
the wood and rope torn to loose fibres
Raw throaths and busted lips
amongst the few survivors
Sea playing god, give or take
past or present
It remembers everything.
Thursday 15th October 2020 9:24 pm
Falls
Roaring from a distance
A squall of a rainbow
looms up
Rustling and whooshing
pointy rock formations
are flowing by
Swirling streams ahead
starboard or larboard
To escape or to perish
It will hang in the wordly
balance.
Thursday 15th October 2020 1:18 pm
Flock
Over the hills, because October is showing its true colours
while it hunts the paths of sand and mud
Brown, black and also white are poked up
with long sticks by men on horse
The last sun beams are falling on not yet harvested fields
Sweat on many foreheads at the end of the trail
are wiped clean and you can hear someone say
winter spirits are not far away.
Wednesday 14th October 2020 6:07 pm
Style.
Working and living with red
yellow and blue
Let the unknownly follow
its path through three fases
of being an artist
Dance madonna and show us
the pure suffering
under minimalistic black lines
painted upon your face
To reveal the secrets
that you hide
deep deep inside.
Tuesday 13th October 2020 2:48 pm
Elisha
The door whispers softly
and the air touches your hair
just briefly
The echo sounds back from the smooth
grey walls
For a moment, silence
The beating of your heart and the scratching
of iron on paper
Words under a minimalistic light
the mumble of half sentences
You are o so secretly sneaking up to him
The surprise of all this beauty is simply
mindblowing
clau...
Monday 12th October 2020 8:02 pm
The writing shed, Dylan Thomas.
Two windows between him and
the harsh elements
The poet sits down in the old wooden chair
and scrolls towards the little table
Books and scraps of paper are everywhere
Empty bottles litter the floor around him
The old shed fitts him like an old glove
Isolation is what he seeks
A warm blanket so to speak
One bottle is waiting
Patiently
It tastes just heavenly
Friday 9th October 2020 6:05 pm
Staffa, JMW Turner.
Full steam ahead
Black smoke curses against
the grey inciting sky
Waves are beating
high against the columns
of light coloured basalt
-
Just the thunder of the ocean
amplified back through Fingal's cave.
Friday 9th October 2020 5:21 pm
The hospital at Arles 1889
The sick are sitting on straight
wicker kitchen chairs
Thightly packed around the rusted
potbelly stove
Madness, depressions and warped
looks on life of the creating
painter patient.
Friday 9th October 2020 4:40 pm
Rooftops 1878
Like a thief in the night, de snow snuck up
on us
The thick pack on the rooftops flies in a
piercing wind dance upon the fragile shingles
Blinds are opened and the faces appear
in random numbers
Complaining over the lack of summer born mornings
and chattering while cursing de cold away.
Friday 9th October 2020 4:30 pm
New mills
Water brings life through tightly organised channels
Light is the source, from beginning to the bitter end
trough an mix of incapacitated oxygen
Black smoke chimneys carry lethal-looking fumes
on a bed filled with goose feathers
Grey looking walls and colourless window frames
cant hide the traces of former glory and the end
that all of us awaits.
Monday 5th October 2020 1:51 pm
Valley and church
From here i look down on the silent majority
digging under the watchfull eye of an old grey dog
The wind touches my face and i am listening to the sound
that rushes through the canopy of the trees beneath my feet
My perspective locks on to the small stream and the bridge
that probably has been made of the thickest wood they could find
I follow the slow streaming river until i see...
Monday 5th October 2020 1:29 pm
Pissarro 1868
Colour and soul in delicate moments
Reveals beauty in light vocabulary
Sprouts talent with pride at fifty percent
of the time
Revolutionary sharp, knifes and regions.
Monday 5th October 2020 1:16 pm
A taube
Fragments striked the little sniffling kid
He embraced the dirty pavement
Wiped your life from the slate
A grave dug in a hurry
Forgotten in just another
part of day.
Saturday 3rd October 2020 8:14 pm
River
I am turning back, simply to look at the perpetual river
What i can see are the flattend and broken pebbles
Brown trees covered in green
Branches hanging in black streaming substances
Like a mirror just hiding beneath its surface
Saturday 3rd October 2020 7:52 pm
Stahl
The sun shines his colourful pallet
in small strips
On the ground close to the
sweating organisms
Reddened steel
to forge at effective speeds
Under monotonous voices singing
Hart wie krupp-stahl.
Saturday 3rd October 2020 7:40 pm
Ersturmung des dorfes
Killed on the spot
wrong were the thoughts
Meat and blood brothers
Strange as giving yourself up
for what?
Bullets whispering softly in your ears
No more colours
Handen hoch brings your voice to a halt
Laufen
Walking, the morning will come
whenever it wants.
Friday 2nd October 2020 9:24 am
Reclining Nude with left arm resting
Let us look at your lines
Just relax and lay down on the bed
Passion in all his ugly forms comes
in mighty waves over me
I can't stop the darkness
any longer
Hours and days
To be or to perish
Time
Regrets, lines and silhouette
Binding
to extort
It controls my life
just as it is.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 9:44 pm
In the name of
You can hear the weapons speak
Terror with no control
To aspire is to die for
Ira or Sinn Fein
Separated behind the wall of so called love
Black masks hide murders
In every shape or twisted form of
worshipping
The union jack marks the spot
right in the middle.
Wednesday 30th September 2020 9:15 pm
Shell dump
Salty sweat and nerves of steel
Faster my friends
let the copper
Spread his wings
Death, death, we are the widowmakers
they sing it out loud with an heart filled with pure passion
Laughing about death
by the pound
Sunday 20th September 2020 7:04 pm
Oppy wood
Piles of wood
cold to the touch
empty, fungy, deadly
The fountain mixes
sand and water
Trees, and all things red
i may forget
Sunday 20th September 2020 6:38 pm
A losing battle
Waiting until you see the white of their eyes
Cramped and shaking
Fingers and bodies
We are one with our rifles
Lead awaits them
Now
Just bend and drop on the spot
Then a loud click
No more
shouting
Sunday 20th September 2020 6:29 pm
War is sick, 2005
It is finally over
those hours of
repeating bomb curtains
Green and rustic has faded
to bubbling mud pools
Death and decay
are now the rulers of the land
Friend or foe
German or English
Bodyparts
blood and shredded
skin
Stumps mark bodies along the paths
And soldiers just passing by
Tuesday 15th September 2020 12:06 pm
Totes Meer, part 2005
As far as the eye can reach
you will see the fallen god like sons
They died for an idealism
that could not stand the test of time
Broken
Rotting
Rusting
Riddled with bulletholes
Burned
Raped
Ripped apart
A snow coloured owl
Looked on to this with stone cold eyes
Spreads his heaven send wings
And flies noiseless away
Satisfied
Tuesday 15th September 2020 11:45 am
Shipwreck by JMW Turner
The raft
overcrowded
Castaways
and their appointment
with destiny
Swirling waves
as high as a house
The wind sailed the art of human instincts
Drenched they see
the failure of the rescue
in front of them
This moment will not be forgotten
Just spare our lives
Show us your mercy
even for a small amount of time
We must go forth
Monday 14th September 2020 12:07 pm
No mirror
Your body shows in the reflection
Of the gold plated mirror
The glory of your light skinned self
is like a waterfall of fresh colours
Smelling like the first warm summers day
Growing as the most beautiful flower
i look at your piece of uncovered back
and stare without shame at the style
of your hair
You sparkle full of life
You are my life
Always
Sunday 13th September 2020 11:45 am
No Buchenwald
The floor is littered
naked is the truth
loosely stacked
in the corner
forgotten are the sins
silenced mouths
skin and bones
furnaces
Life in general passes by
in a murderous tempo
Saturday 12th September 2020 1:35 pm
No fosfor
The light explaines the deed
generated by strange combinations
Fatigue disappears from
the stunned faces
The ticking of the clock and
the sound of popping wood
in the fireplace
Reecho like iron beaten on
firm anvils
Saturday 12th September 2020 1:05 pm
No shooting on may third
The aiming of the cast iron
gun barrel
Brought a sting trough his heart
No, not meeting the same fate
like the others
The strangers
The godless
The everlasting dead
Just a simple gasp escaped
his mouth trough bloodless lips
The soldiers couldnt care less
Better him and not mine
Saturday 12th September 2020 12:47 pm
No Passchendaele
Wet and chilled to the bone
Your skin looks brown
Show us your strenght
on old and splintered wood
Set the cannon free that has
been rusting slowly away
Two months of moving all of them
around
Came with a cost of fifteen thousand
brave souls
Friday 11th September 2020 7:51 pm
No more dead
They fled from the flooded trenches
Hanging on to the last threads of being human
They seek for broad shoulders, just to feel
the warmth and making them whole again
Only the form of the helmets all around them
betray bygone dreams and fast disappearing
ambitions
Friday 11th September 2020 7:35 pm
No fighting Temeraire
A noble heart follows
his doomed path
Thick black smoke that is regurgitated
and vanes that hit on the soft splashing water
On this tiny and very noisy ship, men are not worshipping
the god of bulging sails
But an god of fire and coal brings an oath
to the brackish waters of the Thames
Friday 11th September 2020 7:16 pm
No sides
See the helmed peering
their eyes around the empty fields
Looking for the battery heavy cannons
that are spreading their load
Muffled impacts on the mud
are mixed with hot shards
creating a bloody path
Gritted teeth are fixing their bayonets
Their hope is to find a weak spot in
the line of their fearsome enemy
The order has been given, moist is in the a...
Thursday 10th September 2020 8:20 pm
No steam and speed
From afar you can hear the sound
of an approaching full metal beast
In my thoughts i see many men
fighting the enormous black steam engine
Hot air from the coal and elbow grease
penetrates the clothes that they wear
and blends with an outbreak of sweat
Hoarse voices shouting at each other
While the massive black train rambles
ahead, i am left in a total state of panic
Thursday 10th September 2020 7:44 pm
No totes meer
On the beach near the white cliffs of Dover
There lies the tail, ripped and shredded on the edges
but still very recognizable by the swastika
Nobody knows anything about
the life that had been lost for gott und dammerung.
Thursday 10th September 2020 7:24 pm
No wonder
Scheur jezelf open onder het genot van een cocktail, olie en benzine en vergeet niet de te korte lont. Speld een mouw aan het touw, verlaat dit klote leven. Roep fluisterzacht uit volle macht, tracht niets te begrijpen. Speel met mij een spel, hemel en hel, wat heb je te vrezen? Vernietig je eigen geest, heilig is het nooit geweest.
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Tuesday 8th September 2020 12:58 pm
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