Reader Submission: Poems by Rob (4)

In 2012 I met my girlfriend in the Kanchanaburi region. Since that time I have traveled there four times a year. I wrote a collection of poems about my impressions. Below you will find a few. 

Since I visited Thailand for the first time about ten years ago, I fell in love with the country and a few years later with a Thai beauty. From 2009 to 2011 I was village poet of Overpelt where I live when I am not staying in Thailand.

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The birds don't chirp.

They scratch, scream.

And the dogs don't bark.

They howl, groan.

The people are silent,

sweat, sweat.

Know more than I can google.

That's how we live side by side.

Me with an ipad.

She with a sickle.

In the evening we drink Singha.

I pay.

They shyly hide

their story.

Pride is an impregnable one

language barrier.

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The morning turns orange.

The sun, the monks.

A Buddhist polonaise

winds silently through the village.

Their begging bowl is filled

by the women kneeling in wait.

They prepared the food long before the sun

and the monks color the morning orange.

They get right with difficulty.

Cooking for their offspring.

Working in the field.

Hoping for a day without blows.

On the way back to the temple

consults a young monk,

the last in the orange row,

secretly his smartphone.

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Incomprehensible (*) declaration of love (* for a Buddhist)

When God looks at you

he holds his breath.

In the depths of my mind

am i a god

when I see you.

If I'm off a rib

could create you

Adam had a sunken chest.