Netherlands Poems - Poems about Netherlands

alternately titles: I got noose for you, Yours truly doth garrotte tee another itsy bitsy, betsy wetsy easy breezy read. oft times ('specially these latter unsainted days and nights) in white satin: death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist which thoughts of my demise crowds out purposeful thinking in the twitching mind kampf paradigm of this atheist hence, he betook himself to this...

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United States had looked defeated after Netherlands' Jill Roord scored a goal in the 17th minute, the first time United States trailed in a World Cup game since the 2011 quarterfinals. In the second half Lindsey Horan became angry after a hard tackle by Netherlands’ van de Donk. Minutes later Lindsey scored the...

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an hour before docking it was ice cold and freezing as the vessel, like scissors cut clean through the swell and the ship’s horn then sounded and woke those still sleeping startling the standing and the seagulls as well and the door opened outwards on a windswept and dark deck as a lighthouse and headland appeared to our right and the radar was turning mixing mist with...

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oft times ('specially these latter un-sainted days and nights) death doth haunt me zeitgeist which thoughts of my demise crowds out purposeful thinking in the twitching mind kempf paradigm of this atheist hence, he betook himself to this...

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My knowledge of The Netherlands Came from a beloved children's book. I found the tale quite so charming I wanted to take a close look At a land that could spawn a child As brave and as strong as was he. Hans with his finger in the dike Was a folklore hero to me And when he won his silver skates, I was...

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Oh lovely Netherlands, you are now my second home. You leave me thrilled and enchanted where ever I roam. I smiled when floating down streets made from the sea, Touring on charming glass covered canal boats with glee. There’s beauty in the coolness of a windswept day, As I rode the wind on my bicycle and joyously flew away. Then I...

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The iridescent raven perched upon pilings By just one lake in Friesland's beautiful wetland outings His golden beak and orange legs with claws set off Against black feathers that glisten and are a rain runoff Carefully he watches the Edelhert fawn play At the edge of the lake, close to woods, where he lives all day He had seen the...

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a moonlit stroll - - ladies in underwear wave from windows tea in a café - - the smell of coffee and marijuana tourists yawn - - customs men search a coach from Amsterdam written 21st April for Elly’s contest wish I'd been permitted to write about the beautiful tulips, windmills and cheese, LOL...

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Hook of Holland arrive by the ferry Meeting our good friends Ans and Jerry The pancake house is where we love to eat Being our with our Dutch friends – what a treat Zwarte Piet will be visiting soon Children crowded into the living room Waiting for the black hand around the door Sweets are freely scattered on to the floor Visiting the...

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On the skeleton of a sleeping goddess is my beloved Netherlands, Waters in her branches are curling my roots as a Dutchman And her gigantic heart seemed to born the beauties you may choose and take; Emerge the most notable of these marsh grasses and reeds From the wild animal life and what it is left. If you...

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My Ode to the Netherlands White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland. The Dutch Republic is over a century old. We are there during autumn. Flowers are everywhere. The sunflower fields The sunbeams ...

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Forefathers were Dutch Came through in the clutch Never needed no crutch Thank you very much Ain’t never been there (No money to spare) Hope Elly will share expensive plane fare If I win her contest I shall not protest Quite sure she’ll detest and think I’m a pest… This is really a monorhyme but I cheated and made it a couplet, so what?...

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Beneath Australia’s expansive sunlit sky, I recall the patchwork quilt, where my life began 12 provinces united, one country created; uniformity resists when anthems unite the parochial clan From staunch Overijssel in the north, to Limburg’s laughter in the south From Drente’s eastern reach renowned, to Zeeland’s exalted river mouth Friesland’s fair and twisted tongue, a language apart...

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Friesland Some things about a lovely region I have learned today. First of all, to call their language Dutch you must not say! And don’t say it’s a dialect, for they won’t like that much. Their Frisian language is as favored as the language Dutch. Six hundred thousand souls or so are living there - that’s all! And of that number,...

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Ode to the Netherlands Oh, Netherlands, I remember you well the beautiful cities I came to know Brukelen, Haarlem, Utrecht and Zeist as a younger man in search of lore the blue canals along the street the Amsterdam bistros where people meet my nederlandse friends and Indonische love a culture blended with the best of beers Is it the same as I recall when Queen...

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