Out Of Office Poetry - Winter 2013

Lees ook Out of Office 2012 op http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2012/12/out-of-office-poetry-seasons-greetings.html 

Out of Office Poetry Part 4

An out of office,
was not what you expected,
and unfortunately,
the e-mail has not been redirected.

The reply, however,
has a ray of sunshine,
a little bit of beach,
a glass of red wine.

Or perhaps as you desire,
a beautiful walking tour,
climbing the highest mountain,
or a dinner with glamour.

And so brings my absence,
the summer to you,
enjoy the thoughts,
enjoy your summer view.


(Naar initiatief van Gedichtendag 2014 - http://www.gedichtendag.com/2014/outofoffice.html)
(Lees ook : http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2012/08/out-of-office-poetry.html)

Out of Office Poetry Part III

I see you shouting,
I can hear your curse,
but don’t you worry,
It could have been worse.

It's just me on holiday,
my colleagues are present,
so for your urgent matters,
ask their judgement.

And I hope you will have,
or you already had,
a holiday as mine,
that would make me glad.


(Naar initiatief van Gedichtendag 2014 - http://www.gedichtendag.com/2014/outofoffice.html)
(Lees ook : http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2012/08/out-of-office-poetry.html)

Out of Office Poetry – Season’s Greetings

Thank you for your message,

but all you receive is me,

a poetry notification,

as my master is not here, you see.

They have end of year holidays,

all are gone to family,

enjoying peace, drinks and dinners,

now the office remains empty.

On January 2nd they are back

for work, phone calls and meetings,

until then, I can only give you

best wishes as season's greetings.

(Naar initiatief van Gedichtendag 2013 - http://www.gedichtendag.com/2013/outofoffice/index.html)
(Lees ook : http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2012/08/out-of-office-poetry.html)

In Flanders Fields - John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
     In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failings hand we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
     In Flanders fields.

Lees ook http://ipoezie.blogspot.be/2013/04/de-grote-oorlog.html

Sunbeams

When the sun breaks through a roof of dense foliage,
its rays fall on the ground,
like little bombs filled with warmth, full of life.

Flowers look up, stretch,
young green reinforced,
butterflies fluttering around.

When the sun breaks through a roof of dense foliage,
everything moves, life down the trees,
until they have to surrender to darkness.

Out of Office Poetry

I'm not in the office today
for a while, a week or two
I'm not in, I'm away

for urgent matters by the way
the office is not closed
it's just me, me on holiday

so on a working day
call reception, mail a colleague
but not me, I'm far away

Have a nice day!



(Naar initiatief van Gedichtendag 2013 - http://www.gedichtendag.com/2013/outofoffice/index.html)

Alone

Where is my bed of roses?

Where are you?

Alone, I’m.

Only tears I have.

Tears of sorrow.

I miss you.

No chair to share.

No table to join.

All alone.

This is my letter to the World - Emily Dickinson

This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to me -
The simple News that Nature told -
With tender Majesty

Her Message is commited
To Hands I cannot see -
For love of Her - Sweet - countrymen -
Judge tenderly - of Me.

Have faith

Do you believe?
I do not
not in humanity
not in god.

All right humanity
but not for granted.
As our history
me disenchanted.