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Best Poems Written by Niels Blomberg

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Holland

I live in the land
where seas are high
and soils are low
where dikes and dunes
are border posts of
safe and sound

I live in the land
where sea levels rise
and soil levels sink
where boats look down
on red tiled roofs
and tops of trees

I live in the land
where sand and clay
replace the rock
where houses on piles
stand straight and strong
in shrinking peat

I live in the land
where poets have sung
of slow moving rivers
in infinite lowlands
where painters have praised
the grey kaleidoscope above

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Mortality

He is the silly brother of death
is never seen around the cradle
and has never turned up for the
first smoke
first beer
first love

He is waiting for you with jester cap and painted grin
halfway
Roaring with laughter he pushes aside
infinity

Together on the seesaw
he pushes you higher
and higher until you
dangle over boundless
gorges until you
scream you have to go because you
have
so many things to do
so little time to spend

With both feet back
on solid ground you buy him a
drink
and
wait
for his big brother to arrive

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Air Conditioning (Haiku)

air conditioning
never summer or winter
nose on the window

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Words

Higgledy Piggledy
William Wordseeker
pins on the wall
all the words he has found.

He likes to say that his
lexicographical
treasure are now
erinaceously bound.


For the background of this rhyme:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J4VzuWmN8zY

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The Words In My Head

The words in my head are beautiful.
They are dancing cheek to cheek
with Southern legato or London staccato
with Chinese tunes and Xhosa clicks,
with native Dutch, straight from the heart. 

The words in my head are reluctant
to stand in line. They like
to dance and play. They like
to echo inside the skull, infinite
Ping-Pong straight from the heart.

The words in my head come alive,
naked at the stroke of a key.
Ribbons of  red and green show
who’s been good and who’s been bad.
Dots on the screen, straight from the heart.

The words in my head are ready
to face the world. I comb their hair
and clean their nose and wave goodbye
until they disappear around the bend.

One day they will be back, straight to the heart

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For Mr (Who Goes To Work By Kayak)

No longer locked in shiny spheres
that rumble-role in soothing speed
too closely packed on lazy tar
like beads confined upon a string

I feel the water freely flow
My paddle tips reach for the sky
The land two ribbons by my side
No roaring engine leads the way

The water-flow starts at my door
It drifts away through the lagoon
One day I'll join it to the bay
and out beyond the Golden Gate

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Strangers On a Train (Haiku)

you are on my train
I call you Rumpelstiltskin
you coddle your name

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Yumitripela

whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him

i greet you
you greet me
we talk and
we talk and
we talk
we are silent because
we are thinking of him
we are silent

so long ago it is
almost forgotten
i think it is ten years
you say it is twenty
we both have forgotten
for that is much better
it soon will be thirty
we keep on forgetting

it was on a day
that was much like today
it was grey
it was cloudy
no blue in the skies
but neither did rain fall
and to our surprise we saw
specks of a rainbow
we searched and we found it
the hole in the clouds

i know not the season
because it was cloudy
it felt like the winter
when snow had all melted
but also like summer
when sunshine was missing
and we were together
together with him

i still do recall that
it was on the third
but i know not the month
and i know not the year
or the day of the week
but whenever i see
number three written down
i am thinking of you
i am thinking of him
i still do recall
how that day did begin 
when it all felt exciting
for we were together
together with him

our lives seemed so splendid
our lives seemed so good and
our lives seemed eternal
for you and for me
and especially for him

we three went out strolling
although it was freezing
but it was not raining
so we went out strolling
together with him

one  question keeps nagging us
who is to blame for this
this could be  my fault
or this could be your fault
or this could be his fault
yes this could be his fault
we did it together
yes i did it
you did it
he did it too

they asked us what happened
but we just kept silent
they asked and they asked us
but i just kept silent
and you just kept silent
yes we both kept silent
too long and too guilty
we found not the words
not for me
not for you
not for him

we’re now linked together
forever connected

forever connected
with you and with him

whenever I see you
i’m thinking of him

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Blossom In the Snow (Haiku )

blossom in the snow
time is right but place is wrong
or vice versa

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25th Wedding Anniversary

Marriage is not a boat
rowing gently down the stream

It is a family car
that for years and years 
surprisingly passed the MOT

The mechanic looks worried
asks carefully about
the possible possibility
of a new model

But you shake no
see you next year
we still like our ride
we do not care
about an extra rattle now and then

Fill her up with super plus
because we still have a long way to go