Petra Hermans's Blog: The Religion of The Blue Circle, page 10

The worst teacher

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The worst teacher

I never had a family.

I wish, I had uncles and aunts,

but the family is gone.

I wanted a school,

to cycle or walk,

crossing all streets

by my friends, whether

I doubted, or not.

I learned to write

about love, life, and books,

long time forgotten.

A new teacher was on the Road.

He seemed to be silent, all the Time.

It is the joke of our century,

really it was supposed to cry, about.

But, really, I had that one, the one 

teacher of all times.

He did not speak, nor loved me.

He taught me, how to write my lines.

He gave me his preference, old Dutch,

Belgian literature, whispering … in front

of me, I could smell the dust of it, All!

But, I was little, small and severe.

I move easily, sometimes too easily,

by another coach.

He was dedicated, more than ever.

I have no roots, 

no remembrance of all the ages,

only the firm rules of poetry 

beyond literature.

How I loved to learn it all!!

But, then again, I fell,

I fell deep, very deeply

from a Rock!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 7, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9283336-the-worst-teachers-are-the-best

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9771139-the-way-he-watches-me

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10052506-if-i-had-something-to-say-or-do-conform-the

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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In the clearest night

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In the clearest night

Apparently, I do not have to explain

the difference between a choice or to be chosen.

When I talk, in general, the silent dreamer

knows all colours of silence.

Except for one.

I, who, do not listen, is

not actually a dreamer.

It would not make a difference

to be different.

In my blue bright sky,

I look at my words and simple 

gestures, given in a free spirit.

It is, how you look at it, All.

It really has no price.

I write, it is something extraordinary

and I do not rhyme.

I asked, not to someone,

if it is sufficient, 

when the door is closed.

I say, very orderly,

it would be decent.

And late at night, last night,

yesterday, I remember so,

the lights were taken away,

for a while.

Do not despair or hope, then.

The candles lost all light,

but I saw a white, whitest, 

yellow creamy light above

our Heaven.

And a small statue was enlightened.

She has something in her hand.

I watched, the look of it All.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 7, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10052341-i-had-the-time-to-make-it-alright-all-of

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10051655-it-was-a-midnight-winter-s-dream-no-sound-was-to

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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The sound of water

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The sound of water

I could not rush, again.

I stood, halted and listened.

It was a long time ago.

In those dark ages, houses

had lights, green fields sheltered

sheep and new waters were found.

Do not tell me.

I did not expect you to arrive,

there.

In a high top tree, birds were 

celebrating new life, in my late afternoon.

I had a new home, in the deep forest

of all poetry.

No one dared to write it All, down.

I listened, again, I did not move,

eyes closed, I bowed a bit and I can

hear the most lovely sound in the world.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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A deepest lost depth

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A deepest lost depth

When I was young, I had lost

my parenthood.

My parents taught me

how to teach, blindfulness.

Oh, yes.

It had to be a poet, then.

She was lost, not even more lost,

then she sould ever be, taught.

On the lonely road, the heat of the summer,

I feel always in my element, not elements.

I do not have a goal, or end

before my one eye

but I see, that I have been walking

a road, that has gone completely, out of hand!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10051489-the-wildest-flower-opened-before-the-rain-or-sun-reached

Photograph II : John Ronald Reuel Tolkien – The Lord of the Rings

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In my darkest spark

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

In my darkest spark

In one moment, I turned my head.

I left it all, behind, the letter,

the number and the mind.

I did not care.

The next moment, I broke the rule

of our universe, I could not persuade

my own soul or heart, in my family.

All the music died, the silence got 

silenced and I laughed out loud

in a dark darkest light night.

You know, you do not have to dance.

I knew that, all the time

but the bird could not be caught.

A lousy bird.

In the first class, I was mastered.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10051463-it-was-the-easiest-day-i-thought-so-all-the

Photograph II : Dragging or grabbing and begging, I have not met you, yet!

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Stockholm

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Stockholm

The first sight of the flight,

was as bad as one Nightmare.

She has blue brown eyes,

not brown green eyes!

It is a small town, a bad dream,

I had once, the little girl, a woman

that sees the fun of your seriousness,

all the Time.

I have heard, people and children warm

and eat snow as ice, but that is all.

In the depth, of my past soul, 

I see those hands of these minds,

an arrival would be made,

by the best cook, not even Barber,

I would like to even love, it or Him!

A village had my youth, a town

has my maturity, and now, now,

the back is broken.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10050611-the-condition-of-a-body-has-a-high-level-of

Photograph II : Sweden – Stockholm

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Självständig poet

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Självständig poet

She Taught me nothing,

completely nothing.

I was looking up and down,

talking & joking all the time.

She asked me.

I have been reading or writing

but the numbers, I do not forget.

I have been a number, they surely

do not easily, forget.

Small and little, the greatest voice earth,

has been taught the wrong language, 

but not attitude!

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10049703-he-was-my-best-coach-i-feel-it-in-my

Photograph II : Stockholm – Sweden

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A delicious cake

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

A delicious cake

In our government, three old departments

have taken care, of George Orwell.

Together, they have written a new fairytale.

I have seen, that Nancy Pelosi does not belong

to any kind of cattle.

In my opinion, she deserves to be raped,

and raped only.

Halbe Zijlstra was obliged to drink his beer

permanently, while Simon Wiesenthal was

the fool of all times, at least.

It is in the honour of your will.

Für immer besser (Deutsch).

But your dedicated and true love,

has a pleasant night!

She has been smashing nuts, nuts

and hazelnuts!

You see, when it all would depend

on a real good Sledgehammer,

the right fist was left, at Home.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 6, 2019

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9245441-1984-it-was-george-orwell-eric-arthur-blair-who-refused

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1642735115

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/review/show/1646523935

Photograph II : Highest Level of Special, July 15, 2018. Christopher Tolkien.

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Dark blue turquoise

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Dark blue turquoise

In the lines of ages, I walk

in absolute darkness.

It is what I love most.

Darkness is a part of my night

but in silence I am part of the whitest light.

In silence, my words vanish in rain,

the corridor of stairs wears a body.

She bows.

And in silence, the days remain.

And in love, life stays.

In my shadow, no soul is alive.

I walk, the stairs into my corridor,

the last time and I know, not understand,

it is the love I had inside.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10049309-on-sunday-she-was-born-not-actually-on-the-11th

Photograph II : Ice Crystal Ball

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The brightest silence

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The brightest silence

In a bright open sky, she did not turn away.

Her body is open, the mind small and her soul

is warm, great and full of insight.

The moment was there, totally unexpected

and I could hardly tear it all apart.

But the shoulders are like a dozen pillars in history.

The legs went through the oldest earth, and back.

She would not give in to silence.

In all of my heart, a smile loved me more

and even less, she loves to see me, over there.

I wondered, why I could be touched,

why I would be in the circle of happiness.

In my letters, I believe, I gave up on life, once.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

November 4, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/10048996-the-light-was-too-bright-a-moment-a-minute-an

Photograph II : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

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