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Ondrej’s Poetry Posts

Relief

What's brewing underneath that smile?
A deep-rooted contentment
Going the extra inner mile
It's that smile you give me
It's that smile I reply with
It's the orchestra reaching a crescendo
and a song in its coda
It's the feeling of getting  to know yourself;
the feeling of knowing the road is long
and has been a hell of a windy bloody road
as I looked over the edge and saw the vast, dark ravine
of what could happen
but instead I chose to climb uphill
and only now I'm reaching the splendour
of the sunlit meadows
of my soul.

Anger

Shouting and throwing things
    spilled tears and spilled dreams
is this really how
    we ought to deal with life's seams?

My love, look at me,
    look me in the eyes
my dear, imagine a world
    with no surprises!

As fuming red turns to foggy hues,
    and words come out in two-by-twos
take a step back
   and see life's funny cues.

No need to spill and make a mess
    if only to one another you'd confess
don't bend over and cry
    and spoil your pretty dress!

If only we'd see what's life's everyday
    instead of fighting day to day
it's not that hard
    if you imagine the beautiful future coming our way.

Tired

Eyes drooping
Head pounding
             thud
                       thud
A relentless anxiety
    to keep digging mud

Shovel in, shovel out
    what's the point 
        of this night out?

Smoke-filled rooms
    and dainty hallways
the corridors of life
    sweep us away

We mustn't forget
    to breathe and pause
because it is in our power
    to change course.

Youthhood

It’ll be fun and games, they said,
Go with the flow, they said.

But I’m wondering
Where is the flow?
Who do I call?
How do I find it?
How do I draw it on a graph to talk about and explain and oh oh what’s going on?

Questions echo into the abyss.

Consolation kisses

are those when raindrops fall
making them warm again

or when the ladder's too tall
and it's hard to count to ten

consolation kisses
smooth the bumps 
and the rough roads
turning the hmphs 
into sighs
as the soul unloads.

The harmonica plays

Feeling all the emotions
an airplane through the wind
a whirlwind of spring
jabs a thing into my heart

Thoughts come and go
       some stick
and take time to de 
                                     tach

Coming home to poetry
into its familiar embrace
as the feelings rush by
                                 rush through
and the harmonica plays.

Appreciate

The warm embrace 
                        of the sun's rays
And the moon's
                        cooling gleams
As you stretch out
                        your arms
And embrace the world
                       embrace our planet
                       embrace your friends
                       embrace your family
                       embrace yourself.

A traveller’s meandering mind

A man in a beige tracksuit
next to two from Southeast Asia
I wonder what your stories are
I wonder what your stories will become.

You, the lad who’s earlobes are gauging
No, they’re not evaluating
But rather being s t r e t c h e d
Will he then smile from ear to ear?
Man, his coffee was good
I wonder, I wander,
What stories brought him here.

My own story brought me here, to Schiphol
Time travelling or travelling time?
Working hard or hardly working
these are the questions the moment seeks to answer.

Framed ham

An older gentleman
With the battle scars of the elements
Crossed upon his brow

Sat opposite me on the metro
And held in his hands
His hard-worked and tough hands
(No ring adorned)
He softly held
A packet of ham from the supermarket

The same way my beloved holds me when I’m down
When all grey becomes bright and colourful

I hope the famed ham was nice:
perhaps it partook in a good sandwich or two,
perhaps he framed it.

Understanding

Eyes aglow like fire-bathed moonlight
Face shining as if dawn was near my beloved’s soul broad as the whole Earth
Such resplendence beholds my dear.

Her ruddy cheeks are children of love and her nose sits calmly square
Her smile, most of all, warms cold everywhere.

I am beyond grateful, beyond the realm of luck;
To have her so near and to know love knows no fear
Finally to know, to feel, to hear, to understand love.