Alle inzendingen over I did it my way

Ik moest mij vernieuwen, hard worden volgens jou, m'n succesvolle vriend wilde ik een gezond bedrijf realiseren Je zag een 'kleinigheid' over het hoofd ik hoef op die manier geen succes en die nieuwe 'ik' mag ik al helemaal niet I did it my way en ging op m'n gezicht jij test een hangglider en verongelukt tabee vriend, excuus voor mijn geluk…

DID IT MY WAY!…

Iedereen moet mooi zijn, Dat maakt me niet ziek, Van ieder mens is er maar één, Dus ik ben uniek, Ik ben gewoon wie ik ben, Het valt niet altijd mee, Maar als ik sterf kan ik zeggen "I did it my own way!" Ik heb een grote mond, maar mijn hart is klein... Ik voel jouw woorden prikken, Ja, ze doen pijn...…

‘My great success! I did it for the Netherlands, God bless!’…

Deeper and deeper as I journey to living a life that seems to be a lost reality that I can't ever find no way to reach my inner soul esteem is low how deep can I go in the ground that I lay if I don't find a way to sift to the grey that clouds my mind this time I look to see what's between the lines...…

Take life the way it comes, take life the way it is.…

day when I want to write something on my computer then all of a sudden all kinds of colors like of a rainbow whirl into my garden, I look at it I hold the image for a while until it disappears into the view of a street.…

I'll find my way home.…

I am a poet, and I know it, and I hope I don´t blow it.…

So no, I lay it out another keer, You know I do my best, we’re almost kleer, Dus let nog even up, before the bell…” Het is gewoon een kwestie van geduld, Tot iedere docent weer Hollands lult.…

A crying tear at the inside of me Invisible for everybody Nobody can see A happy laugh at the outside of me Hiding the tears Acting, maybe But they don't know because they can't see And I don't want them to know because it's not the way I wanna be…

Say, say it to me Say it to my face, Say it to my face, next time we meet again.…

How can I walk, when I can't find a way ?…

I hear it tunneling. My dome cracks violently. A bark hews out a narrow cavity. I check the brutal splitting with my ear. My temples buzz. I hear the living blood. No: it’s earth’s heart. It trembles and it thuds to wake the silent god from twilight sleep.…

I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.…

When you awaken in the morning’s hush, I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.…

Het huidige heden Geschapen door mij Schenkt me alle kansen Die het leven biedt Om opnieuw te leren Want my way moest het niet…

See How softly The wind blows Through my garden How gently Of love To my roses It speaks Moved By its tender touch, The roses tremble With emotion Or so It seems…

op weg naar Allerheiligen, vangt een klaproos mijn tranen op on the way to All Saints, a poppy catches my tears…

And when I cry, I cry for both of us My pain has no name And when I cry, I cry To the merciless sky and say: There must be another way.…

And look: They fitted every way as water fits in water, despite my father's words. I then realized how he'd led me astray…

And look: They fitted every way as water fits in water, despite my father's words. I then realized how he'd led me astray…

Ik voel dat er vannacht iets gaat gebeuren waar ik de hele tijd op heb gewacht voel jij dan niet wat ons boven het hoofd hangt voel jij wat ons te wachten staat vannacht O God, Maria, Jezus, sta ons bij Als jij me zei, ik kan het niet meer aan als jij me zei, ik zie het niet meer zitten als alles jou te zwaar geworden is en bang bent om…

My language lingers thou my dear done thee unjust although sincere so fare enough I must confess my inner struggle more or less whilst poetry is not my thing Afresh thou love within my words although a well of pain endures I would not taunt to go along and jibber such in native tongue since poetry is not my thing Thou sees’st my lacking…

Searching for a solution, how was it to cope? Then the trees just started talking. The gutter cried out loud. Needed understanding, how to find out. What was wrong, where did it go? What was the solution? How was it to cope? The path was turning darker. The light was far to find. Where was the solution? How was it to end?…

— aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew Were going — I had often thought How noteless — I could die —…

T huis bloeit U it I ets N iet veel.…

It's hidden inside, Slitting my mind. Sometimes it comes out, A part of me dies.…

Onlangs in Rome (on my way to the forum romanum) ontmoette ik een hollandse humorist maar lachen moest ik pas toen hij weer weg was. --------------------------------------- uit: 'Alle bundels gedichten', 1976.…

I want you, I need you, but there ain´t no way I´m ever gonna to love. Don´t be sad, don´t be sad, because two out of three ain´t bad.…