Best Holland Poems
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
Phyllis Upman was a young maid
When she learnt the rules of her trade:
Show men what they want
Behave nonchalant
And be sure to pull down the shade!
n.b. Window shopping in
Amsterdam is a more popular
tourist attraction than tulips
Nellie Gray Holland
1885 – 1899
I was never aware of the clock ticking
Or the spring spreading of the rose bud in my mother’s green garden.
I never saw the moonrise on a gray October night,
Or tasted the tart fruit of first love.
I never heard the cry of my baby
Or felt the warm heartbeat of a husband next to mine.
For birthdays and holidays
I lit the candles,
A dozen scented red candles,
And watched the ghostly shadows flicker on the walls
Of my mother’s special sitting room.
Shadows that danced and swayed and galloped.
Shadows that understood me
And listened to me.
They knew of my weak diseased heart
And of my impending early exit from Earth.
Clark Cemetery is beautiful in the fall.
The owls in the trees screech loudly
And the western winds make a music only I can hear.
My friend, will you kindly light a candle for me?
I am in the dark here
And I wish to see the dancing shadows again.
There once was a man from Holland
who waved so much he broke his hand
for he was popular in his land
so on his hand he wears a band
to greet his fans in Holland land .
Copyright McCuen 2008
There once was a man from Holland Land.
who waved so much he broke his own hand
all 'cause he loved this land;
placed a band on his hand,
to greet his fans in Holland land!
Copyright McCuen 2009
windmill proud erect
between blankets of tulips
beauty laid for miles
arial view seen
like stripes across a flag
eye candy to reap
My Holland America Coaster
I have never been bad, bragger or a boaster
But I have liked my Holland America coaster
Which to me was really some big surprise
Which each one was for free I did realize.
Now my coffee cup I put and place on it
After drinking then back on coaster will sit
Cup on coaster as I see both on table there
Us to go on next cruise, I wonder where.
Europe sure is such a long way to go
And jet lag down it really, always does slow
So how about two weeks in a permanent place
On beach staring at your beautiful face.
Many others are doing things like this
Have been totally relaxed and full of bliss
Instead of brains and bodies taking a beating
And for a long time sitting in tight seating.
If what you want to do is see me smile
Should go two weeks on beach near an isle
Where we together can sail to when we want
Through travel brochures should start to hunt.
Find pleasant place like this then let me know
And my get up that is gone will want to go
On vacation where our bodies can revive
And always feel welcome after we arrive.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
How does that sound for a perfect vacation?
ROSES FROM HOLLAND and an invitation
to join you there for the summer
well in my reply I said thank you but no
thanks if you're just looking for a lover
I don't do like that anymore I want to
know what this thing is now that they
call love besides I really can't see any
future for us so I'm sorry baby and I
hope you understand, I am flattered
by the roses and those pretty pictures
of Amsterdam but we are from two
totally different worlds and wtf we
haven't even held hands so no I just
don't think it would ever work out
between us, maybe I'm just not the
person you think I am I said in my
reply...
Thanks but no thanks I think, I must
decline baby still if you think you still
can't live without me then you will
find a way to prove it to me and well
actually ROSES FROM HOLLAND
is a good start, come on now your
you are just beginning to move my
heart but you got to prove your love
to me and I guess you gotta start
somewhere so ROSES FROM
HOLLAND is a pretty good start
ROSES FROM HOLLAND and white
laced cards that say please come
to HOLLAND I love you with all my
heart!
Going on Holland America Cruise on
Oosterdam. It leaved out of Ft. Lauderdale
on 16 October and returns on 26 October.
It will be going to Eastern Caribbean.
Will not have access to internet so
will not be entering any poems
into Poetry Soup. Keep writing poems.
Jim Horn
Pumping water out of the Florida grounds.
Is more complex than you think it sounds.
For over forty years a team has tackled it.
Growing and scaling a service that’s legit.
Old fashioned morals that are rare to see.
They’re emphasizing satisfaction and quality.
High integrity and standards to avoid a fight.
By only billing customers for a job done right.
There’s no games or schemes to earn a buck.
No upset customers feeling down on their luck.
Just repeat orders and great word of mouth.
A rarity among companies in Florida’s south.
Finish Faster is the motto for good reasons.
Since the jobs are expedited in all 4 seasons.
From consult to equipment pickup, it’s quick.
Customers choosing this team love their pick.
When clearing out massive gallons of water.
In parts of the county where it can’t get hotter.
With the options to buy, but typically to rent.
Developing the best systems and equipment.
Learning the right materials and tools per task.
Are fair questions for every customer to ask.
No marketing or advertising to get its clients.
Winning business by reputation makes sense.
Users try the competition and then come back.
Since it’s safer inside the Holland Pump pack.
So whether it’s on a job to excavate or drain.
When using these guys contractors avoid pain.
Going with the competition would seem insane.
A relationship with Holland is one to maintain.
The Holland Tunnel’s gussied up.
Its holiday display
Made some commuters angry
And they finally had their say.
Two wreaths were boldly planted
On the “O” and on the “U,”
So “Holland Tonnel’s” what appeared
To people driving through.
A Christmas tree was mounted, too,
On top of Holland’s “N.”
The “A” would be a better match,
The critics voiced again.
The ones in charge arranged a vote;
Results were tallied fast,
The decorations switched around
From the opinions cast.
The tree was moved, one wreath is gone;
There’s now a happy aura,
Which would be perfect if they had
Included a menorah!*
*symbol of Chanukah, a Jewish holiday
celebrated at this time of year
Brewed in Holland
Ah the land of Orange
In the land where the blond daises
Drinking in heat waves,
Sharing smiles and holding hands,
Rescuing black, dirty hearts
And then they fall apart and only pity kisses
Hold them together.
Love is brewed
And love is drunk,
In love together,
Whatever there is together
And kisses each other,
Only to kiss at Death’s feet
In those later years.
Holland
In Holland this sweet clog walking land
have too many cows realising methane gas into the air.
There are many gas explosions in Holland
no one has yet to connect the gas with the cattle.
But it is difficult for them the have fewer cows.
Once I met Prince Hans of Netherlands, I drove his stuff up
to his farmhouse and he never paid me, and that is way
they are successful living in the middle of Europe and
somehow voiding paying tax.
Life unberable is created..
Proffered Then death by needle
Great effort Enjoined to sanitize
Waste of human rescources
Before our western walls !
Holland’s glorious tulips amid windmills
Enticing the best nutrients from her gown,
Arriving two months after the daffodils,
Gorgeous colorful tulips do take her crown.
Parade of these beautiful flowers gives me chills.
Nature never lets anything slow her down.
Written April 23, 2020
Contest: Each Letter Threads the Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
the sunflower doll was from Holland of course
I could tell by the colors said the wise well-seasoned horse
the goats did not know what he was talking about
They did not ask any questions, instead gave a pout.
Blue and yellow are Dutch-like the horse told the pig
A smart animal who asked, and then gave a jig.
Asking questions is a sign that you are quite bright.
The goats continued to wonder, all through the night.