Time watch


Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans, it is all about a fine chin

Time watch

Actually, I do not need a watch,
to watch the time, worldwide.

On my left pulse,
a time ticks
the universal eternity.

The right pulse
has all kind of watches;
sort of colours.

It is not a matter
of judging, but
unconditional serving.

It is a word, “unconditional”.
You use, it, to prove
you are not.

Try to live by it,
since the day you were born.
I do not ask, I hear someone
just someone
ticking on the windows.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
May 31, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : A turquoise lotus candle flower, in the window of my bedroom


Out of the depth


Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Out of the depth

Out of the darkest sky
the warmest waters
the fastest winds
and swirling airs around earth

a new wave rises, comes from the East
goes back over North across all stars

Moon or Sun, universe or space
are gone now.

And then again, underneath the surface
of our soil, the bottom lines of planet earth

new sounds are to be heard, when you listen
listen to nothing, no silence, silent harmony

a heart whispers through the night
she knows the way without guidance

one heart, a beat, one breath is one
with her perspective, simply guided
into a new direction, attracted to a centre

she does not already know but will know
by double, triple mirrors she turns around.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
May 31, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Berkel-Enschot, the Netherlands by Petra Hermans


The blue gate


Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The blue gate

It has been my responsibilty
all of my life, a thin line.

It does not depend on my life
it does not give an insight of my love.

It is a mixture, it has been a past,
a present into a new future, in time.

It is not always, to be regarded as hard
if you know, just understand, it is a job.

I see, some people, need a moment, to give
in to the information, to trust, the way I give.

The reality, often shows her results, late
but within my heritage, not property, never too late.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
May 31, 2019


© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : John Ronald Reuel Tolkien ( 1892-1973) – Beren and Lúthien



Water as sand


Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Water as sand

I have a problem with my name,
in fact, I do not have a problem.

It means, Rock, first name
standing in between the Sahara,
wind and rain, holding on to my waters.

It has no place, not even in Jordan
or whatever, wherever or for whoever.

Normally, a Rock holds the lines of structures
but this time, it is a stone and she lets go

of old waters, lets it all slip away
by the river, it comes into the sea

after that, finds its place in oceans
oceans of our universal eternal belief!

I was in the need of Sunshine, stars and moon
but the eye of eyes looks further, not far, away.

In the evening, the night, a warm polar wind blows
across the moon, the Sahara has all been forgotten.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
May 31, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : Sunrise in my Home, in the city where I was born, Tilburg


Never Neverland


Photograph I : Gillette, the best a man can get, or, Katy Hooker, Perry

Never Neverland

She can not dance.
She can not sing.

She can not think.
She can not write.

It is all the same, just the old good stuff.
Beyoncé, Shakira, Rihanna and Madonna.

I am proud, by the way, on our Doutzen Kroes,
Candice Swanepoel and Fajah Lourens.

I would certainly not try, to forget Kim Kardashian.
Once a prostitute, always a prostitute.

Britney Spears is leaving court on nude feet.

But hey, that word, a hooker does not even belong
or honour your body, face, mind or soul.

She cannot rhyme.
She can only do, one thing.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
May 31, 2019

© 2019 Petra Hermans


Photograph II : Katy Perry without a good pussycat or doggie dog


Under the carpet


Photograph I : “President” D.J. Trump, the biggest chief of the present USA

Under the carpet

It is not a red carpet, but grey,
of grey ashes.
They have a way of saying it,
I have seen it, before.

It is not ‘my guy’, an ordinary guy
I say, I mean, no doubt about it, longer
than half a second.

A real guy shines, not as a bird, a bird.
Birds need food and water, during winter
always and just in time, a touch of a feeling.
I do not have an insight but also a good and
sharp sight!

Birds do not need sweeties by mamma,
the sweeties of my own country.
Birds do not need a lack of nutrition
healthy nutrition.
A cryptical way of describing it all, the mess
you call it, that manner, prevents a larger catacomb.

I think, it is not a good sign,
when my favourite feather friends
are thirsty, again and over, while air
tries to choke them All, in one more time.

It is not ‘his’ husband but someone
who longs to Vietnam, not a cousy comfortable
way of loving, by all the theatres in the world.

Realism has a definition by Botox fillers,
covering up the daylight as well as the dream
of my night, everyone who stands with it.
Trumpetters are friends, all of a sudden on my path
a California or Florida dream, dentists all over,
diamonds from the USA for the Red Cross, if you

have a closer look.

I have seen them all changing, since the year
of 2017, YouTube, Oh My God, it would be the next
order to be arranged.

Pompeii (Mike Pompeo) is lost more under
the carpet than nine and one, against the wall.
I would like to ask Neil Gorsuch, what he has
been doing, the last past year. Sorry.

It is an empty wall, a lot of cities, all countries
almost, participate in this game, by rotten tomatoes
of data, I spit out, without tasting them, all as a child.

The Big Ben in London, the United Kingdom, does not
strike twice a day, in the way Hong Kong SAR China, does.
It is like an old music record or movie, too short and keeps
on repeating, itself.

As long as Mexico shuts his, or her face, Canada rules
our trade world. I am not smart but stupid and lost my mind.
The queen has left Argentina for Alaska or South-Africa.

Plenty of food has been guarded by ‘the Guardian’
the lawyer prefers, to go to jail, rather than stay.
It is how they offer themselves, by documents of Israel;
having a conversation like a material girl.

The red carpet is fancy for daily diamonds
New York City brings, after the wallet has been
stolen in more than 4 years. Easy.
It has no consequences for the world.
It is freedom.

It All, took me only half an hour, maybe
15 minutes, to have and take the chance.

Why can’t I be like her.
She is more than a mystery to the world.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,
May 31, 2019


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© 2019 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Trumpetters on the road