Happy

Life can be so easy if you don't think.

Future (6)

I made a fortune

The many epigones I’ve inspired
are just annoying derivatives
outgrowths of my misplaced urge to help.
So maybe I’m not the guy I thought I was
but I am still the original.

No need to look back.
I’m my strongest asset
my vigor has been in rest too long.
The joy I’ll get once there
When I do it on my own.

So many things to enjoy
scent of a rose in my nose
virtual sunshine unburdens my mind.
Fortune comes in various currencies
one of them sincere friends and family.

Future (5)

Stop to take it on the chin.
Start training for endorphin
and clear the chagrin within.

Midlife (23)

Stop the blight

You think too much
and loosing touch
with life’s beauty
which turned into a heavy duty.
The warm feeling of kith’s moral support
albeit amiable not a real resort.
Got to find the force
from your inner source
a new ignition
for your ambition.
But viewing
isn’t doing
so get yourself back.
Back on the track
and fight.



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Future (4)

The soreness persistently exists.
But I will fight, repulse, resist
and take notion
of the good emotions.

Although capitulation seems tender

I will not surrender !

Midlife (22)

Weg de lust
Gone purport
voor deze zijde.
for the hither.
Stop te vermijden.
Stop to swither.
Aan gene zijde
Now the thither’s
is het rust.
last resort.



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Future (3)

Good morning sunshine

For a trial
with a smile
I will start.
To exile
and disheart
the dark bard.

Friendship (5)

The bad and orphaned feeling disappears
through honest love of family and peers.

Future (2)

I shall prevail.

Mending from a mental bruise
of a grave case of midlife blues.
There I towed
through sloughy road
my life ahead.
Now instead
out of the vale
back on the rail.

Future (1)

Euphoria?

Wonder o wonder,
it came like thunder.
Like a lightning induced
power boost.
Though nothing has changed
priorities are rearranged.
Now to retain
the concrete
beneath
my feet again.
Hope is gleaming,
feel like screaming:
It must, NAY
It will succeed!

Midlife (21)

You’re in fact of no avail

Despite what you may pretend
your life’s in negative trend.
You’re stretched, way beyond repair
it's so tempting to despair.

Once ferment of mirth was rife
but in this ‘film noir’ called “Life”
the happy will not prevail.
So don't you bother to wail
it’s in fact of no avail
it’s just a silly fairy tale.

Now your figments have been sheared
fables of luck disappeared.
Then your life a precious dream
turned into a nightmare theme.

Once the good prospects were rife
but the fables of your life
are in fact of no avail.
So don't you bother to wail
‘bout the cheating fairy tale
that rectitude will prevail.

You're an empathic creature.
Giving, a second nature.
But giving gnats your troth
is like fodder for the sloths.

Once your eupathy was rife
but t'wards midnight of your life
emulates that fairy tale.
Know honesty won't prevail
so don't you bother to wail.



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Midlife (20)

Acquiescence

Gloomy mood
is shining through,
keeps felicity
from you.
You know you
need to change
not to
totally estrange.
But conviction
has gone
and automatic
pilot’s on.
So at the end of bout,
you accept
calmly, no doubt
what will,
will happen.



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Obviation (17)

A big thank you to all the parasites in my life.
You have been a rich source of literary inspiration.



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Obviation (16)

What's in a name (or three)?

"hoeren en liars"



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_________________

The end,
a welcome friend.

Vegetating Methuselahs

When ego has gone, “life” protracted by machines and with euthanasia (active and/or passive) considered to be unacceptable, it will be the sickest bodies that “live” the longest.

Midlife (19)

Living, it used to be fun,
now I feel I’m caught in it.
No faith in liberation,
indifferent for tomorrow.
Living, it used to be sun,
idle, what I sought in it.
Past the stage of frustration,
experiencing it hollow.
Living, it can be undone,
though before I fought for it.
But I’ll bide my duration,
won’t give my kids the sorrow.
Living, it used to be fun,
now I feel I’m caught in it.



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Yiddishkeit

Sanctimonious saints.

Misfortune (9)

I have had better decades.



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Misfortune (8)

Not that it's better,
I just get used to it.



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Naches (5)

Their unintended Tommy Cooper impersonations when performing magic tricks.



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Shylock Holmes

What's on ?

Tradition !!!

I don’t mind if my kids turn out to be gay.

But I want them to have a Jewish partner!

Naches (4)

When I lay myself down on the couch, my kids romp for the closest places.
Mostly I end up being squeezed by all kids sitting on me.



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Naches (3)

Together with my kids,
muddling around in the kitchen.



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Misfortune (7)

I’ve got a sadistic guardian angel:
every time I nearly drown, I’m saved.

One hell of a way to learn swimming.



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Izaak Meyer's wiegelied

Sluit je kijkertjes, m'n allerliefste kleine
Slaap jij maar gerust en blij
Kleine kind'ren voelen niets van levenspijnen
Hebben nog geen zorg als wij
Slaap maar lekker, kleine ies
Droom maar van de Sjabbes-tisch
Trek je er maar niets van aan
Hoe de sinaasapp'len staan
Wees jij nog maar niet versjeert
Hoe je vader concurreert
Met die frotte Uiekruier
Doe maar stil wat in je luier

Tralalalalala. Tralalalalala
Slaap maar zacht, mijn kleine Izaak Meyer

Wat j'ook worden zal, ik wens je altijd brooche
Altijd mazzel, lieve schmoel
Als je dertien bent, ga jij met de misjpooche
Voor barmitswah naar de sjoel
En daar zing je Sjimberregoe
Onze mooiste zangen toe
Later trouw je ook, m'n schat
Ben je van het boem'Ien zat
Krijg je zelf 'n kindje weer
En misschien krijg j'er wel meer
Waar je heel hard voor moet sapp'len
Doe maar niet in sinaasapp'len

Tralalalalala. Tralalalalala
Slaap maar zacht, mijn kleine Izaak Meyer

Lieve, kleine schatzie om j'in slaap te wiegen
Zingt je nu je tattele wat voor
Als je straks student bent, zal je zelf ook zingen
Goy-deamus-Isidoor
Want als jij goed leren gaat
Wor'je deftig advocaat
"Meester" Meyer wor'je dan
Wat ik schmoes 'n fijne man
Schelden ze jou soms voor jood
Zeg dan niks, en hou je groot
Anders moet je duelleren
Kan zo'n goy je nog bezeren

Tralalalalala. Tralalalalala
Slaap maar zacht, mijn kleine Izaak Meyer

Als je goochum bent, zal jij 'r heus wel komme'
En als jij dan trouwen gaat
Neem je dan'n vrouw met dik-en-dik-mezomme
Die krijg jij als advocaat
Nou, m'n schatzie, jij wordt moe
Doe maar gauw je oogjes toe
Droom maar van 'n groot paleis
Van 'n bolus en van ijs
Profiteer maar, kleine ies
Later wordt je alles mies
Als daarstraks de zorgen komen
Kan je nebbiesj niet meer dromen

Tralalalalala. Tralalalalala
Slaap maar zacht, mijn kleine Izaak Meyer

- Lyrics by Max Tailleur -

Misfortune (6)

In times of prosperity it’s a ride,
when ego and business are unified.



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Midlife (18)

The gloom continues with persistence.
Will it ever disappear from my existence?



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April 1st

One of God’s little pleasures as it appears,
is making me the April fool
for the past four whole years.