Pure

When the moon is out there,

 I’m there,

 Walking the moon up there,

 Where

 I see the earth down there,

 I don’t want to return

  Back there,

 It's too much for me

 To bare,

 Seeing thriving meadows

 Nowhere.

15.02.22

Black swan, black swan,

What you have done

White swan's heart is burning

For you, it’s longing.

The black swan’s message deeply stings

After it spreads its gracious wings,

Don’t follow poisoned gales

That wraps your mind in misty veils,

I’m not who you see

And with who you want to be.

White swan’s emotions go indigo cold  

Its decision now is black and bold

With a twisted heart, it sinks in a river,

Where it feels no pain forever.

Ivo Bierands

31.05.22

When the sun stops shining

 Above my head in a warm blue sky

 Hiding itself

 Behind grey, mindful clouds,

 I take my blooming heart in my hands

 And let it shine as bright as the sun

 Over me wherever I go,

 Endlessly.

16.06.23

The pastel white moon stared at me 

From the cosmos-blue sky,

Through a frosted window,

I opened it as far as I could,

But not wide enough,

It resisted my desire

To see my guest's face clearly,

I observed the bleary circle musing.

If I could I would come and hug you

You lonely night rider,

I would wrap you in woollen blankets

To keep you warm from the frosty winds of the universe,

You could tell me your sweetest dreams 

That were written in the glittering stars 

More than four billion years ago.

27/04/24

I invented the blue smile

The smile you have to pay

If you want to have it

It has its bye-bye blue properties for indigo rainy days,

Blended with milky blue emotions to keep your soul calm,

Sky won’t be such burning blue as it used to be,

But it will be so blue the way you wanted it to be

Framing around silver blue sun rays.

Your black sadness will blend into Oxford blue, 

Fading into ultramarine and aqua blues

Making you feel reborn again.

You will get summer blue eyes 

to see things in soothing pastel blue colours

Forever.

18/05/24

I am writing you a letter, my child

On a white sheet of paper with an ordinary pen in blue.

I remember you wished me a safe journey 

With a voice of late spring breeze in your lush evergreen branches.

Thank you for that, 

I arrived safely in China.

Thank you for blooming at the end of May,

Thank you for rushing to share your charcoal white 

Uprising starfish bells before I go 

Leaving you surrounded by sunflower plants,

Gooseberry and blackcurrant bushes.

I want to tell you something,

Beautiful,

I took you with me in my travel bag,

You bloom now in Beihai.

Your snow-white flowers talk to me 

Whenever I look at them in the photo at you

Bringing me back home with you.

Yours sincerely,

Ivo

I fold a letter in a half,

And put it in an aquamarine envelope.

I write on it

To Japanese Azalea

I kiss it before I post it back to England

Throwing into a dark green post box on a sweltering street.

26/06/24

Beibu Gulf greets me tonight after eight o’clock

Coming out of its shores

Splashing big silver waves

Far into the Silver Beach

Sky black scattered with dark grey clouds

Too high,

Unreachable for the gulf.

I smile

And dress doe to my swimming pants

I let its huge wild hands cradle me.

I hear its voice whispering to me

It wanted to come to my home tonight

And play with me

It missed me these long nine madly hot boiling days.

I missed it too.

Now I let the waters of Beibu Gulf

Wash me as its baby.

And washes me with joy

My feet, my legs, my waist.

I plunge into its warm hugs

and it washes my hands and arms

My face, my hair and my body

With its salted

But love-filled water.

I return home and sleep tight like a baby

Until the sun is rising on the horizon

Six o’clock morning.

I muse about my little boy Elvis,

I have to get up and be ready

Before he opens his beautiful chestnut brown eyes.

29/06/24

It might seem 

That I work for no pay,

But I’m not.

Elvis pays me 

With his endless love

from his heart

And I don’t understand where from

Such a little heart gets so much love to give.

It burst over me like a waterfall

With hugs and trust,

Laughs and fear of losing me.

More than eight hours a day

And more than five days a week

His unconditional love cascades over me,

Making my life meaningful.

15/07/24

I look at our boy

And the way he lives in his world

Happily and lively spinning round and round

Endlessly,

Pretending an airplane, a train or other things he likes to be,

Feeling safe,

Surrounded by his two nearest shining stars.

I wish the real world would be

The same.

10.08.24

I feed the soil with the peals of vegetables,

Egg shells and love turning it with a fork over and over,

It does not resist thanking me with its softness

As if enjoying a quick-lasting moment.

An early October sky nourishes my soul

With smouldering spillage of gold

Turning it into breathtaking milky silver,

My eyes get blinded for a milli-second 

As I take with them this quick-lasting beauty.

I send to the sky my visible breath through the crisp air

As an appreciation of the gift 

That the sky gives me this morning.

05/10/24

Lightning goes off 

In the inky sky,

As quiet as silence

Hiding itself     behind dark clouds,

It suddenly paints patches of the black sky

In orange and brown,

A growing silver moon stands distant

Tonight over Beibu Gulf

Wiping sweat away from its pure buttery yellow face 

Using grey fluffy clouds

As if waiting for the thunder and storm 

Cool down the air,

Beibu Gulf is raving tonight 

Sending massive waves to the shore,

I walk in the black water

And enjoy its wild touch 

Letting it wash me clean

Away from the sins I have done

Any time in my life.

17/06/24

The other day, my neighbour

Had a funeral ceremony

A few doors down the road,

Black suits,

Black cars,

Eleven o’clock at night

Black eyes,

The next morning

In his silent front yard

Crashed Famous Goose whiskey bottles,

Two different colour women's high-heel shoes

Hanging as evidence

Of raving sadness

A day before.

15/11/24

If I don't make my dream come true

While I’m here,

I’ll take it to Heaven

And I’ll turn it into snow-white sparkling stars

For humans on the earth to enjoy

During dark hours.

26/11/24

Slowly falling birch leaves turn into gold,

Ashes from a burnt-out fire as silver linings on wondering grey clouds

Comfort my mind,

Clattering uneven noises somewhere on the street

Echoes as the devil touches drawing black cat’s footsteps

In my dreams, 

Troubling my blue soul from glass-fragile sleep,

Making me see fear in a sparrow's glittering black eyes

While it’s knocking on my window that weeps ice-cold tears,

Trying to escape a milky white and stormy December day.

27/01/25

My day fades into dusk

Becoming darker and thicker

Slowly turning into a night.

I search for the vanilla stars in the sable seibl sky

As a memory from a just buried bӘrid day in the universe

Finding only muted, blank clouds,

Thick indigo approaches quietly

Drawing in the window blue hour 

With a snowy egret’s egrc feather  

As a remedy to save my salted soltid tears.

I’m terrified of facing another day

Which will be as bright as silver lings 

From the remote clouds

Because I’ll need to attend its funeral.

02/02/25

Navy green forests with a tender breeze 

Coming from their lungs, 

Dark blueberries with sweet and fruity touches

And birds with their cheerful voices

Take me back home,

Where I used to lay myself 

In a vast stretch of blueberry plants 

To look at the pure blue sky through the eyes of a forest,

Which used to appear spotless of cotton soft clouds 

As a reflection of the never-ending blueberry ocean 

That used to hold my body 

Letting the sun caress me

With  its gentle and warm hands

Stretching them through beautiful gigantic-sized trees.

Ivo Bierands

04/02/25

Red and silver beads

Run roaring through the twisted grey veins 

Making this city breathe,

Colourful images dance with no voices

Flashing and changing in a set-up sequence

Bringing massive pitch-black canvas to life

And mincing my brain,

Promoting me to get lifetime deals,

The damaged moon tries desperately

Illuminate whole universe 

Stretching its horns for the never reaching stars,

Sable clouds with rusted silver linings,

Turn creepy 

Covering the ugly side of the reaping hook,

Airplanes, satellites and spaceships 

Are battling for a space in eternity,

Leaving Blue Hour with no space 

To come and soothe this unnerved world.

06/02/25

Grandad, tell me your fairytale 

Before I shut my eyes,

About the blue city 

Where a cat throws caramel sweets 

From sky-blue roofs,

Where a magical elf lives

In a cloud-white house

Down a moss-covered hill.

Narrow steps and long steep staircases

Decorated with rainbow flowerpots

Make this city alive

Created by your mind

Were you and my grandmother 

Never die,

But all of us swim 

In the ocean of ever-blue love.

10/02/25

My sobbing heart splashed tears in the sky

Staining it with pink dahlias 

Hoping that the milky blue universe  

Will wash its open wounds away 

Using grey clouds 

Soaked into sweet and floral scents,

Dreaming that it will be wrapped into

Blushing petal soft blankets  

To keep warm from the frost

That once left deep cuts

Into its baby-soft skin.

20/02/25

White mist stains black night

As if it would be the sky 

That tries to protect its child

To face the cruelty 

That wonders on the earth

When he lands,

Sky washes with its ice-cold tears

Vaguely illuminated streets

To glance at itself

And see its worried and aged face,

Gentle wind

As sorrow from the heart of the sky

Brushes my hands

Asking me to be gentle

With the lost piece

Of its heart.

11.02.25

Your night blue eyes 

Reflect the darkness outside 

That has brought silence

This early sapphire hour,

They are radiating as much warmth 

As a wintry night emits coldness,

Your eyes are wide open, curious and alert,

Attached to me

Asking me to stay awake

Before you safely drift away 

In your honey-sweet sleep.

23/02/25

We saw you blowing

A long, long bubble in your mummy's tummy,

You were lying on your back

In warm waters,

Relaxed and happy,

In peaceful blackness,

While a painting of the window

Illustrated strong winds

Pushing hard grey, brooming clouds

Across milky blue eternity

Desperate to take the sun with them

To everlasting galaxy.

17/03/25