My old blue jeans

Under a blue sky,
a bird rises,
to fly away,
to the end of the earth,
where she finds,
the sun shining,
underneath  the feathers,
of her own black wings.

And here I walk,
with you,
in the pocket,
of my old blue jeans,
that have faded,
in the broken parts,
of yesterday.

Can I bring,
the sun back,
to that little corner,
of my place on earth?
Or do I fly away,
like that bird,
to somewhere,
where my old blue jeans,
can’t rupture?

Now I stand,
in my old blue jeans,
in the middle,
of a busy road,
where each car,
passes me by,
with the same question,
as I!

Funny Face

My smile hides secrets,
in the lights in my eyes –
a little inside joke.
A betrayal to the world,
when I know things,
that you also know,
but I do not say it,
yet I lift the veil,
in the funny faces,
only I can show.
It is all a joke,
or so you know,
when I am serious,
happily delirious,
unable to understand,
the way I am,
in the game we play,
in a teasing way,
where love is a stage.
Funny face,
yes, look at me,
it is my middle name,
the one you did not know,
or maybe you did,
when I thought,
I had hidden,
it all so well.
A little inside joke,
a game we play,
as the laughter,
bursts from the depths,
of my happy soul,
you know me so well,
I am your ultimate,
funny face –
an one-liner,
only we know!  

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The song of my ancestors

A dove coos above my head,
behind the orange and red sun blinds,
where I cannot see him.
I listen to his voice until he leaves,
and wait for the tears to find my eyes.
A love song that flies away on the wind,
takes with her the beauty of the moment.
I look into a black and white photograph,
and see my ancestors neatly lined up,
with my grandfather as a young boy,
covered in his innocence,
standing patiently on the side.
What are the untold stories,
that so many have forgotten to tell us,
about the essence of our lives?
What would they tell me,
if I would ask them about the meaning,
the only way to be happy in this life?
I cannot tell myself this answer,
because he died when I was too young,
to understand the meaning of this question.
To run or to hide is what I am asking now,
as the storm rages all around me,
but I stay until the eye of the tornado,
hides me in the safest place of her womb.
Paralyzed I hang in the air,
like a numb paraglider who forgot his trade,
and whose life is now at the mercy of God.
But as I balance between life and death,
I look at this astonishing sunset,
to realize that this is only beginning.
The songs of my ancestors have left me,
the rhymes of my mother’s heart are fading,
but the word of God still lingers in my soul
where it lights up all the dark places.
I look once more over my shoulder,
to find the dove that reminded me of them,
but she is long gone,
and just like that I lose my balance,
forced to choose between life and death.
I let go and choose to live,
because the stories of these ancestor,
cannot end in this moment.
So, I softly continue this love song,
with the strength of my ancestors,
safely hidden in my heart,
and the love of God all around me.

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Love is…

Love is a powerful weapon,
that can break the strongest heart,
like explosives blowing up rocks.
Love breaks through barriers,
of high fences and barbed wires.
Love jumps across abysses,
over high walls of thick stones,
until your heart stops crying,
until your anger dies down.
Love brings a smile to your face,
and joy in your broken heart.
Love is a warm embrace,
a hug or a kiss,
but most of all,
Love is a hand reaching out,
when your feet are too weak to stand.
Love is accepting a heart,
that lives and breathes so differently,
than how your own has learned to survive.
Love will never look at the outside,
but rather searches what is inside the heart,
for it is the heart that tells stories,                                                       
that the canvas of your soul,
sometimes cannot portrait.
Love is the depth of the ocean,
the height of the mountain,
and everything in between.
In war and in peace,
in tears or in laughter
in health or in pain,
love is simply everything!

Our first love

Our first love

The wonder of birth,
will never cease to amaze me.
With one gasp of air,
we become one with life –
the first of many choices,
we will ever make on earth.

We breathe,
because we love,
and because we love,
we breathe.

Love and life are connected,
more than we ever realize.
Without life we cannot love,
and without love,
we cannot live our life.

If love is so important,
so vital in our circle of life,
why then do we love so little?

We put ourselves first,
without considering,
that an empty world,
leaves us desolate.

When we are born,
we love our mother.
Without that love,
we die.
Why then do we believe,
we can live alone,
for the rest of our life?

A life without people,
is an empty life,
for only through people,
we can learn,
the most selfless love,
that has ever existed.

To learn the depths of love,
we must be willing,
to look beyond ourselves.
For in the beginning of life,
we did not love ourselves first,
NO,
our first love,
belonged to our mother.

For most of my life, I was bullied, emotionally abused, rejected, and I had/have so little friends that I believed that I was better off alone. This year nearly took my life, not by COVID-19 but by loneliness. When one is rejected and alone for so long, one can get the idea that life alone is the only option. That is why I always said to myself, “It is me and God against the world”, believing there was nobody out there for me. But during the pandemic, I have learned that this is a lie. Humans are created to live together in whatever shape or size that is. The walls are slowly coming down around me and even though I am still finding my place in this life, the growth I have experienced was necessary and so important. That was the sole reason for this poem. Nobody is supposed to live a life alone! No one! And yet, there are so many, like me, who face this struggle every day. I am so blessed with my immediate family but there are those who have no one! Let us take the coming holiday season to look out for those who are alone! Give them something to look forward to. Give them love, a place at your table, a place in your life. You have no idea what it will mean to them! xox Gineke.

Family

Family

Family is not genetic,
but defined by a bond,
that goes deeper than the heart.

 Family is friendship,
where souls connect in dimensions,
invisible for human eyes.

 A love for one another,
that transcends the mind,
as if all thoughts collapse,
and all your worries die.
Where strange is a normality,
weird the basis of your understanding,
and crazy the norm in your reality.

 Love is not a question,
but an answer to trust.
Where truth is a foundation,
a house build on love.
Where love is the beginning and the end,
and our acts the deeds we believe in.

Family is not a word,
No, it is a feeling,
an emotion,
our soul’s desire.
Family is the heart,
where we live and breathe in.

family