PRICE OF ART

I woke up with you in mind hearing your shouts, seeing your act art you said art

as i wait for the first bird song you wait for the first embarrassment

you have a name, you have a fame, you teach to earn

scream to act art you say

the thousand fine lines a question the embarrassment

RAIN DROPS IN THE AIR

Looking further into some facts

the aim for the shame

searching for what is lost

inside a scream of silence a scream of taal

en nog eens taal

Vergeefse woorden zoeken naar menselijke mening, menselijke redenering

ik herinner, terwijl de vogel mij niet ziet

een vermenging van woordeloze Beelden

Verbeelding van menselijk gezag

het gezegde van een FLITZZZZ

onderweg van het weg zijn van de

WALKING IN THE RAIN

roaring trucks, zooming first cars

into the silence faling raindrops, rolling of leaFs

circles

somebody else has been here, footprint from behind

shout for what is lost, what will be lost

only without the anger, leaving that embarrassment

a shout of silenced grieving, act silent walking, over a noisy track

should i act this sadden dance to get attention for loosing

perhaps it is the falling of failing

FINGERS

dat ik bewandel na de nacht

een druppel hier            een druppel daar

een gloeiende plaat, in ieder hoek

taal zeg je een vergeten woord van het niet willen weten

stilletjes nat worden voor het zien van dat kunstzinnige moment

kunst waar vind je dat, aan een hangende tak zonder bladeren

het niet weten voelt veilig aan

nee, laat maar     ik wil het voelen

achter de pijn van verliezen ligt de glorie van schoonheid

DIE komt zonder prijs

dansend over een bank, terwijl de bankrekening loopt leeg

genietend van een teer moment, regen valt niet leeg

SEED

treecreeper crawls away vertical movement

now

the rain truly falls

100 1000000

one hundred million

for a piece of skull

money of dead reminder of bulbs 1640

art for few collecting emptiness, no tax on art

10,000 times 10,000

art against reason a silent reminder of what i don’t want

is het een kunst om iets te maken waarvan iedereen zegt wat knap

of

CAMPER IN THE RAIN

is het een kunst om iets te maken wat jezelf niet echt snapt

een vergeten liedje van herman van veen met blijvende gedachte goed

walking back through the rain leaving art well behind

i sell what i create

artinisme off

dripping drops make no difference

i see your anger of lost words

leaf your act of desperation

its all a vague nothing on lendless paper

REGEN WEG

ik ga verder met mijn zin

zinloos dwalen tussen woorden van niets

lege druppels in jouw haar

warme bries in mijn gedachte

verder heeft het geen

ZIN

 

DABE ART

bOw

bOw

do you see that word a silent word
hanging from every stick, from every line, in every circle
it says noting that word of stilte
would it be something you know, something you said, something you saw, while you question your seeing

lijn en line

untrusting minds wander along the glister trail
shimmer movement, no wind, no rain over sunbeams entrance
one site, other site, underneath a drop rainbow arrange itself for your eyes

toevallig

any footstep will make it disappear
unhurry for that tiny moment of seeing, listen to no words
don’t let me show you, don’t let me
be surprised with wandering words, under silent feet, conformation of nothing
the river flows, a drop bows, unpredictable show

goede morgen

als de betekenis van het gesproken woord weg is op het moment het wordt gehoord, laat staan als het wordt herinnerd
ik kan het niet zeggen als jij het hoort

webber

 

ZOEK LOOK

ZOEK LOOK

captured light

believe in Beauty, flashing senses
it takes courage to see sensuality
zoek a look
sensuous sentence, offers a pattern
simplifying simulation every stone in a Bubble
zoek a look

stil 

drop without an ocean, no flow of quadrant
a distant tree, whispering names on your way
zoek a look
across silent breaks
its in your hands, under your feet flowing in your ears
zoek a look

what goes around comes around

there over there
whiteout a whisper following maze
zoek a look
around description
saying nothingness
zoek a look

it hurts

Dottle over a road, of mystery meaningless tread
tired march of stems
zoek a look
wisps makes you go
used to empty rooms, no matter what you do
zoek a look

saampjes

locked away rocks
freak window seal leaking dreams
zoek a look
drop by drop, lash-hold of the scream bird
leave window by horsehairs
zoek a look
purple shoes as wings

wings in your eyes

A certain dream while walking along in different shoes around different times into different landscapes. Holding my camera in my hand.

dabe-art.org

MEEUWEN IN DE TUIN

SCHIMMEN SPELL

coincidence of no focussing camera
macro point of view
into infinity

eyes

TOEVALLIG
FORTUITOUS

unexpected random appearance
don’t like
record of time
waving by on constant
grommmrrrrr
looking for silence sight
finding literature gardens
standing in black past

black sight

ONVOORZIEN
ACCIDENTAL

observant mind draws an other
picture
alert neglect
movement flows in air
float on water
leaving no remark

schimmen spel

ONWILLEKEURIG
UNWITTINGLY

it goes shining over dreams
inspirational Blues
seeding representation under
Windlight sims
mention in passing fine lines
divide us

what you see what i see

LUKRAAK
HAPHAZARDLY

a camera alone will never do it
eyes will not see it
together they show a screen

mP

Inspired by
http://www.moewenglanz.de

TAIL OF HORSE

TAIL OF A HORSE

go where one can go

looking for stillness amongst sounds
of constant going
squeal over iron, rubber tackling asphalt

the surprise from a crossing horse
across flowing mist shelter
chestnut trees

ssstttt

cannot believe my luck
hoef niet bang te zijn on the streaming desperate
motion
purple stains old punk passing tail trail fail
no more

lets tale away in mystical devotion
over river stows silence remains
by the lone wooded strain, do not come my way

eye aye

the morning sun wake endless shakes, it will not follow you
beams into shrinking themes go under ageing agent tree
it seems free to go
silently

cannot see, really feel very strange
the sun is here where the Hawthorn left, the Elder follows
pigeon flies over horse trail Chestnut

monet moment

very soon they all come out
despairing my lost moment
tires overshadow birdsong, running way, running away
i do not want to stay, minding bones
its all so strange, do not feed the animals, do not flee the peace, do not flea the peas

horse SUN

mAgdA

17 June 2015

Hemel Hempstead

MOTION

MOTION

write it down

from here we slowly set of too much illusion
and from this we go further to nowhere no weather stopping us no movement
from here as well we go looking at very little motions
and from here we go towards hulling over an otherwise rise in movement
from no motion to slowly an action forwards perhaps  perhaps first a bit back flow towards
progress passing the onwards section on movement touching the flowing source of life
emotional manoeuvre  no hurry just go on swinging on current solution
tendency touch me stirring an inner connection from advance thinking
over to development  feelings  inspiring bustle
effecting the fluctuation she becomes excited an idea in movement
act upon herself reliance perhaps
a trend flows over in time running past all possible illusions
moving going going yet never ask where?
she will go as long the unfixed stays around she feels good
a propel behind her steers her in no correction go her own
no development she sees as her own prospect
she shift fast just goes on her current
her vision on nothing push forwards a momentum
a short slow moment in motion perhaps slow motion
you think to see her yet she disappear to nowhere
lets poke her prod her poke the site and
go on move further she goes and you go and all together
we move creating movement within agitation so to say
moment after moment we created last moment on a mountain
moving over a low hanging branch as we go on and on no stopping
over and over we never stand still until it is pop
late yet it was the moment of my life flow
that life is to show to go on
stand

motion

My first experiment of writing poetry in a different more visual way. The poem was written with the idea in my mind of the never ending running of our society never having time or taking time to stand still. The lines went in circles endless circles and i just kept on writing what ever came to my mind.

LINE

read before you like *_*

silver eye
…………………  purple line
…………………………………………  yen yelp sky

purple line

nymph creates a
…………………………….  last myth
from an oyster one
……………………………….  ending posy
python tells us a
…………………………….  final Rye

sycamore shows
……………………………………  ultimate Syringa
typical variation of
…………………………………….  extreme Yuppie
yet
the
gypsie reveals an other
…………………………………………..  supreme hysteria

silver eye

purple line
…………………………silver eye
………………………………………………….yen yelp sign

i am sorry but wordpress is not much good to work with in making visual poetry therefor the dots…….
NOW
a question i played with some words, can you see what the word play is???

looking forwards to hear from you