Kom liggen in mijn armen
laat mij je verwarmen.
Vind de troost en warmte
bij het tikken van mijn hart.
Voel de streling van mijn
handen.
Geef jezelf over aan de rust
en kalmte die dat aan je
geeft.
Vergeet al dat gene wat je
tot nu toe heb beleefd.
Besef door deze eenvoudige
lichaamstaal.
Dat ik om je geef.
Ik voel je warmte, nu alleen
nog het moment….
Shit weer ontwaakt uit mijn
droom.
Lig alleen die rode kater nog
verder in mijn armen te
dromen.
I enjoyed your gedicht. It’s funny and it expresses a timeless truth, namely, that our dreams often do not match the realities of life.
If you enjoy humor you may like this one.
ODD MAN AND OLD YELLOW
Once there was an odd fellow,
with a dog he called old yellow.
Old yellow could never sit still,
For the flea he just could not kill.
The flea made his home in old yellow.
It chagrined the odd old fellow.
The flea bit the poor old dog’s tail,
Giving vent to one awful dog’s wail.
The odd man was deprived of his rest,
As old yellow made search for the pest.
Old yellow gave chase to his own tail,
Running in circles to no avail.
Then the flea jumped on the dog’s head,
Driving old yellow to jump on the bed.
The odd fellow jumped on the floor,
Shouting, “I want to hear no more.”
The odd man grabbed his old slipper,
And whacked the dog on the sniffer.
Old yellow crawled under the bed.
Nothing more was heard or was said.
by villagepeasant July 25, 2006