Song in the Garden of Snow

Song in the Garden of Snow My incandescent heart, a fountain of birds, And memories the size of Saturn’s archipelago— A paradise committee of honey and nectar, A shining candle glowing violet. The sky, blue or red, In a vessel of misfortune, Courage radiates fortune...

The Scent of the Damp Mirage

The Scent of the Damp Mirage In the distant savanna, Within the land of nostalgia, lie the dreams of graceful panthers— Ebony wood from forests, caught between dreams and the scent of warm rain. On a cliff by the Nile River, A delta marsh surrounded by wondrous...

Inspiration of the Gray Rain

Inspiration of the Gray Rain A sorrowful migratory vessel sails within my heart— A low plea beneath the weight of this superstitious wave of love. My spirit chilled by a damp wind, Hopping like a deer encircled by cold. Fueled by hope and the courage to resist the...

Do Not Cloak Yourself in Fog

Do Not Cloak Yourself in Fog Shake the fear from your lashes, Do not leap onto still waters, Do not curl up in despair, Do not stretch out on mirages, Do not cloak yourself in fog. The scent of phlegm will not triumph, The blind demon will not prevail, The beautiful...

Rhythms of Your Laughter

Rhythms of Your Laughter Wait… wait, O little bird of light and sea, O mermaid of place and time, O surreal essence of being— Pour upon me the balm of life, fresh hymns scented with jasmine, the rhythms of your laughter and your radiant soul, the eternal,...

My Only Spiritual Sanctuary

My Only Spiritual Sanctuary Ah… You—the legend and the rain, arriving without preamble. Your warm voice, a balm, revives my soul like a breeze from the Garden of Eden, watering me, a sacred hymn to a thousand homelands whispering to me, a book of reflections...

The Sting of Tyranny

The Sting of Tyranny There in the land of the Nile and blue mountains, the dignity of man was scorched behind dark, unyielding walls. The warm pulse of words faltered in the jailer’s iron hands. The waterfalls of dreams ran dry, the scent of longing and speech faded,...

The Flavor of Dark Dungeons

The Flavor of Dark Dungeons In a dreadful, sorrowful cell, I spread my memories— Infused with the taste of tears. My soft poems cloak me in ash, Stretched out with sobs and stupor, Pierced by the dagger of bitterness, While the night, bitter and grim, Grinds my dreams...

The Belgian poet Akim A.J. Willems

The Belgian poet Akim A.J. Willems, born in 1974, is a renowned poet and writer known for his wonderful writings and realistic, renewed spirit. He writes in Dutch and has been involved in various literary activities. Akim is considered an important figure in the...

The flavor of dark corridors

The flavor of dark corridors / Oh, what a role I play. In the ugly, sad cell, I spread out my memories with the flavor of tears. My soft poems cover me in ashes, stretched out in sobs and bewilderment, stabbed with the dagger of bitterness and the hateful, gloomy...