Best Dutch Poems
I took a walk down Columbia Street
Back to the place where we used to meet
Where we played as kids until after dark
And hung out together up at Dutch Hill Park
Although alone, I could hear the sound
Of laughter coming from the merry go round
Sometimes we'd meet there in the early dawn
The dance hall, pavilion and the swings are gone
I saw those pine trees and I thought of you
And all the crazy things we used to do
Like sleeping out underneath the stars
Hanging upside down from the monkey bars
A swing made from a rope and an old tire
We baked potatoes on an open fire
Squirrel nut zippers and an RC coke
Transistor radio and we'd have a smoke
We walked in the woods and we climbed some trees
We scratched our faces and we skinned our knees
Never dreaming that it would ever end
If I could, I'd do it all again my friend
Those memories I have will never part
I carry Dutch Hill Park inside my heart
And all those memories of yesteryear
Heading back home now I shed a tear.
Watts gnu
Asked Sou
Knot much
Said Dutch
Ewe're late
Four date
Takes walk
Small talk
Tries hug
Slugs mug
Steels kiss
Near miss
Street car
Two bar
Byes bier
Ayes blear
Holds hand
Grate band
Lets dance
Know chance
Yew're drunk
Yew punk
He heaves
She leaves
Head tossed
Git lost
Sou miffed
Left swift
Ewe're tight
Good nite
Many many years ago
When I was very small
We attended a wedding in Amsterdam
This memory I recall
Jan and Astrid had got married
Balloons decorated the wedding hall
Wedding favours were scattered on the table …
Sugared almonds, I could have eaten them all!
The wedding breakfast was served
We had all enjoyed a tasty meal
Soon it was time to cut the cake
Something sweet would be ideal
The wedding cake was ‘wheeled’ in
I couldn’t believe my eyes
Tier upon tier of ice cream cake
My mouth dropped open in surprise
To this very day I have never seen
A wedding cake made of ice cream!
This is a true story
FYI ‘Jan’ is a male name meaning John and is pronounced Yann or Yaan in Dutch
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When still a child
I learned that plantation colony was belonging
to my father, the one who brought my mother
from the Dutch East Indies,
and the one whom he loved full in rage.
I was a small *****, beautiful, fat, and disabled,
helping her as far as the porch
along its edge where I now walk
what silence reigns among them!
I remember when slavery in Suriname was abolished
by the Netherlands in 1863, but my mother
was not fully released her love toward my father
until I grew as a star,
and I remember, back there, in Paramaribo,
along the its outskirt where I now walk
what silence reigns among them!
Still I remember.
Dutch Girl
By Rick Rucker
Was the Sky always this Blue?
Or just since I met You?
And the Grass, is it the standard Green?
Have I always felt this Serene?
The reason that I don’t know:
I can’t remember that long ago!
You have cleared my memory slate,
Not a memory, ‘fore our first Date!
I have the general feeling,
That you sent my mind a-reeling,
Don’t remember why I Cried,
Now that You are by my side!
As a Project this was fast,
Built with Love, it will last,
Past the lives of both of Us,
Our friends will, the Reason, suss,
Where we were two, when we had begun,
Rapidly, we are becoming One!
You are the Master Builder,
The Project worth ten million Guilder!
You have me in a whirl,
Hopelessly in Love with a Dutch Girl!
Enigmas to tantalise and tease
Going Dutch
When they come for me,
tell them I'm not here.
Say I've moved.
Say, if you like,
that I live at the Tate
(Modern or Britain is immaterial).
When pressed, be vague.
Say you might have overheard me mutter
something about the National.
Scandalize them - say I'm sunbathing nude
with a bunch of Rubenesque belles,
or I'm babysitting for Mary
while she whips off down to the market
to pick up a new blue robe.
Say I've bunked off to Venice
for the carnival with Tiepolo.
Bore them to death with a lecture
on pointillism or chiaroscuro.
But whatever you do,
don't mention sunflowers,
or little yellow chairs
or they'll catch me
skiing down the sides of wavy cypresses,
or whooping it up
with a crowd of golden stars!
Margaret Clerici
with a crowd of golden stars!
Good Friday Gratitude to Settlers
Columbus gave it lip service
He loved the Virgin Mary
Almost knew Jesus Christ
Could not have had the Holy Spirit Fire
Today, or any hour of night and day,
Brian Houston’s Ministry covers the Globe
With youth singing out heart and soul
To Christ, though disguised in flesh, Creator
Himself, always meant to bring us closer
As I sing daily with Brooke Ligertwood,
“What a Beautiful Name It Is, The Name of Jesus.”
Now, Rodney, that brother
Knows the Holy Spirit (Rodney Howard-Browne)
Missionary to America in 1984
Started holy fires in Brownsville, Toronto Airport, the Garden
Who would have known it in 1492 and 1652?
God is still on the throne
Knew it when he prepared Africa for Howard-Browne
It is always right to give thanks
(If only to see how God sees)
More: gratitude reshapes history;
Saved me tons in therapy
We love forgiveness, and from Jesus,
But we justify NOT forgiving "our favorite enemy!"
That's the big picture ... now the small picture:
My mother bleeds; your sisters & families bleed
And our grand-daddies slaved away on ships and plantations
And some were called the worst names …
(And what do you think our sins did to Jesus?)
God is always urging we sing with Brian, Brooke, Rodney, and Hillsong
What a beautiful Name It Is
The name of Jesus Christ My King
Nothing can stand against
This powerful Name is your shield and buckler
(It has been my Healer, more than any teacher or doctor)
Never leave home (or your marriage) without Jesus
Our Loving Abba-Father
Who turns every bad day into Good Friday
He who spoke beauties into life
Dies daily to save His creatures, even this selfish man,
For the Fire of Spirit inside each man and woman
Must be unleashed for a New Heaven-New Earth ...
Jesus was willing to count on me. And you?
During the past weeks I’ve been having mental leaks,
Over situations
Can’t force anyone to eat,
I even had to question my manhood
It was too easy for me to weep,
Struggling with extreme discomfort
It’s like having sores under my feet.
Tried very hard but the willingness couldn’t meet,
And now I’m viewing it through the rear,
Where did I go wrong?
Did I actually go wrong?
Can’t seem to get an answer
Same old song
Being pushed to the curb
All night long
Lionel Ritchie,
I preferred if she danced on the ceiling
Rather than see me here
Then attempt to skip me.
Double Dutch
Jumping around the main issues,
Take a second
Can you put yourself in my shoes?
Am I over reacting?
Or simply too dumb to take cues?
It’s hard for me to sit idle while watching you lose
That ******** you claim it’s not an excuse
You are a project for abuse
Your aura is becoming loose
I hear you loud and clear
I should have known what to do.
IN NEDERLANDS
lieve liefde,
je bent de ster in mijn hemel
je bent minj maan.
Je bent de vreugde die in de ochted komt.
Je bent mijn wereld
je bent mijn leven.
Ik aanbib u.
Ik houd van you Meneer E.O.P!!!!
ENGELS VERSION
Dear love,
you are the star in my sky
you are my moon.
You are the joy that comes in the morning.
You are my world
you are my life.
I adore you.
I love you Mr.E.O.P!!!!
Did Call Pennsylvania Dutch
When old while walking needed crutch
And in every room could see a hutch;
Bridges going over water
With walls on long border;
So did call all of them Pennsylvania Dutch.
Jim Horn
Trump loves building borders
and boxing all of us in.
Wat bier en krakelingen zijn de enige dingen die we nodig hebben om een goede tijd hebben.
Sheltered beneath her veil of tears,
Amsterdam calls to my heart.
She follows me
through golden dreams and opiate sleep
to tempt me away from the true path in.
She is the wind on the water
filling my sails
with a quiver as soft as a sigh.
For no words
were ever quite so breathless
as Dutch whispers at midnight.
You want equality so our dates are going to be Dutch Treat.
When we go to restaurants, you will pay for what you eat.
When we go to the movie theater, you will pay for your popcorn and movie ticket.
If you don't like having to spend your own cash, tough, you know where you can stick it.
Don't expect me to pull out chairs and open doors for you.
You want equality so those are things that you will have to do.
You don't want to have to pay your own way so you're starting to shout.
Now you're holding your breath like a child and you just passed out.
You've finally regained consciousness after behaving like a four year old would act.
You won't convince me to foot the entire bill and you'd better believe that's a fact.
When we go on dates, it will be 50/50, the person who pays your way won't be me.
You're angry even though you're getting what you want, you're getting equality.
In the city of Hoorn,
On a cobblestone street,
We were taken as guests
So some locals we'd meet.
It was charming, the house,
And the ceilings did soar;
There were children and cats
But much more was in store.
For the hostess' dad
Brought us each out, with pride,
Quite a big slab of pie
With some whipped cream beside.
From the very first bite,
I was over the moon.
I'll not taste pie that wonderful
Anytime soon.
There were flowery mugs
Filled with coffee or tea,
So we sipped and we savored -
How lucky for me!
To be welcomed and fed
Homemade baking and cream
And converse like we knew them -
It felt like a dream.
When you step off the path
Where the tourist traps lie,
You'll find friendship and maybe
A great piece of pie!