Biography of Willem VanVoorthuysen
WW-II veteran, Royal Netherlands Navy, POW in Japan Writes short stories, essays, poetry. Overall IQ: 122
Into classical music, portrait and nature photography.
Willem VanVoorthuysen Poems
Axioms For Life
How do we prove that 1 + 1 makes 2? We don't, we just accept it. But why? Because our teachers told us so, and on, and on, and on, and on,
A Thousand Love Affairs
It has been said, a man can love a thousand women, all in the same old way that one-day butterflies love flowers, because there are so many, that touching only one in their short life
My Guardian Angel
While driving home late nights, in heavy traffic, moving fast, on narrow country highways, I tell myself you are still there,
Real Men Don'T Cry
Since you went home, days turned to weeks and weeks to months, and I'm still crying, at the sight, the touch, the smell of things that once were yours, and feeling lonely, even when surrounded
God's Master Plan
Lord of the universe, You let us probe the fearsome voids of outer space, the hellish fires that in volcanoes rage, the cold, dark secrets of the deepest seas,
Welcome Home, Veterans
Will there be flowers to greet them? What shall we do with this peace? The one we so devoutly pray for, young men and women die for,
To my Angel Frieda: Immersing myself
I Was Deaf And Blind
For years, I lived a lonely life in an imaginary underworld
Loving Our Language
Why should I ever want my poems to convey their messages in clear and unmistakable terms,
So, what if yesterday our world was full of joy, but tomorrow looms like this prison wall, repulsive, hostile, cold and grey...
Tower Of Baghdad
One day, an angel will appear and take those cool dark glasses from your eyes, the mask that hides your creeping fear that gold, nor sweat, nor persuasion,
Her lovely charms display the humble splendor of pearly sea shells on a windward shore, a fragile beauty, simple yet sublime in gracious and serene surrender
Afraid To Dream?
Deep in our hearts and minds persist unmentionables that in our waking hours are safely hid behind dark veils of privacy, hung there to shield our image from ourselves..
The night was getting older, and so, it seemed, were they, together once again, but each engulfed in memories of different times,
God Is Still There
Does ever life on earth appear
to have become a meaningless existence?
Do you feel driven by just one desire,
one desperate wish, 'Oh, God, just let me die...'
And do you feel surrounded
by cold grey walls, topped by barbed wire?
Do you believe that God has disappeared? He didn't.
Remember that He promised you the power to endure!