Willem VanVoorthuysen

Rookie (Nov.2,1916 / Dutch East Indies (Indonesia))

Willem VanVoorthuysen Poems

41. A Dangerous Game 5/3/2006
42. Precious Privilege 5/15/2006
43. Perceptivity 5/16/2006
44. No Longer Dreams 10/9/2006
45. Fourth State Of Mind 10/21/2006
46. Mesopotamia 4/6/2007
47. You Suffered More 4/6/2007
48. God Changed The Odds 4/6/2007
49. Lethal Music 4/6/2007
50. Loving Our Language 5/13/2006
51. I Was Deaf And Blind 4/6/2007
52. Axioms For Life 5/18/2006
53. Forced Audience 5/29/2006
54. Welcome Home, Veterans 12/17/2008
55. God's Master Plan 4/22/2005

Comments about Willem VanVoorthuysen

  • Amitabha Bagchi (7/2/2013 2:47:00 PM)

    Respected Sir,

    Sorry to post my request here. Please note I'm cordoned by PH to post in open forum only mail-box is open to me and your mail box is closed to post. This is sent thru kindness of AB London ` niv.

    'Power is the great aphrodisiac’ ~ Henry Kissinger

    Hon’ble Poet

    How are you and Uncle? Hope well.

    I cordially invite to read and comment on my new poem: Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag Why?

    By Default women are sexually targeted by consumerism and power in sexited society indeed deep concern to human race.

    Keep silent not please! !


    Yours in Poetry.


    ~ Monica Leuneske_y Monologues Zigzag. Why? ~ niv ~ UK ~

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Best Poem of Willem VanVoorthuysen

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,
the awesome power that spurs the birth of light.
O Lord, my God, how great Thou art!

Your loving guidance helps us recognize
the miracles that fill our hearts with joy:
the fragrant beauty of a flower,
the nightingale's sweet song,
the unborn baby's gentle moves,
this tender and most sacred mystery of life...

Dear God, why have You have left
one craving unfulfilled, one gift ...

Read the full of God's Master Plan

My Guardian Angel

While driving home late nights,
in heavy traffic, moving fast,
on narrow country highways,
I tell myself you are still there,
right next to me me, exactly
where you so loved to be, until
God took you back to heaven.

You are a humble helper of

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