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As much as I do Rust

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As much as I do Rust

This is a poem based on Trees by Joyce Kilmer. I made it in honor of the programming language Rust of which I am a fan. I think that I shall never trust A language as much as I do Rust With checks that run when it compiles It's features are ahead by miles A language where you never find A pointer missing from your mind With code that lacks every leak So I'm not stuck for a week With crates of cargo at it's back So folks can find what they now lack Others can do these things for me But only Rust can do it free

Fools

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Fools

Humans can be dumb Humans can do bad Our kind seems the worst at times But cut us some slack Yes, we make mistakes Yes, we can be selfish But make no mistake, we aren't bad Just a bit foolish at times A lot of people do bad things Most of them don't even know it If they could see what they did, however Most wouldn't have done it Sometimes people who try to help Just succeed in making things worse Yet the act of trying is all we can do For what is the alternative? Even when so much goes wrong, Do not give up, you foolish people The difference between foolish and wise, Is only visible afterwards But people, strife not for perfection For it means damnation to humans An utopia will never be reached But we can keep chasing our dreams Meet Good Intentions, Incorperated Supplier of heaven and hell The greatest actors we provide For roles both good and bad So trust in yourself, and each other Trust that we can fix any mess Don't give up, don't give in to hate That is the greatest

Zand

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Zand

Zand Toen we nog een jaar of zeven waren En mijn eerste dagen buiten mijn schelp begonnen Omsingeld door schepen, golven en baren Waren het kleine korrels die aan mijn aandacht trokken Waar anderen de zee in sprongen En sommigen de duinen beklommen Bouwde ik geulen torens en dijken Terwijl de anderen om mijn aandacht zeikten Jaloezie liet ze mijn bouwsels slopen Een leger reuzen viel mijn forten aan En ik kon alleen maar hopen Dat wat ik later maakte wel zou blijven staan Nu ik groot ben, en het strand heb verlaten En mijn handen de schop niet meer raken Zitten mijn vingers, op een bord met knoppen Vele brieven, teksten en gedichten te kloppen Nu zijn mijn bouwsels niet meer kapot te schoppen En onder de toetsen hebben ze nog wat zand kunnen proppen Rob van den Berg, Juni 2014

All art is made of glass

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All art is made of glass

All our art is made of one thing Whether it is painted, carved or sung All our art is made of glass Showing us the world through it A window can hide or show a truth, or distort it in every way It can show the world beyond It can reflect ourselves Or it could do both, depending on who looks Art is just like a window It is never fully transparent It is never fully reflective It is always distorted A painting of a lake is not a lake And neither is it a perfect image It is never a true lake shown, But how the painter sees the lake All what we see, hear and feel All what we sense and do with the world It is all touched by our mind And art is
Tale of the Oak Leaf
The founding of the shadowdancers

Gepest (Dutch version)

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Gepest (Dutch version)

Gepest Klappen van anderen tegen mijn hoofd Klappen van mij binnenin mijn hoofd Er verschijnt plezier uit mijn pijn Er verschijnt pijn uit mijn pijn Er groeit eelt op mijn huid Geen eelt op mijn hart en in mijn hoofd geen vrede geen rust haat.

Bullied (English version)

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Bullied (English version)

bullied Blows of others against my head Blows of me within my head There comes joy from my pain There comes pain from my pain My skin grows tough My heart does not Within my head no peace no rest hate

Windows

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Windows

Windows Our home got something new of late The muse of invention's latest rose A hole in the wall, with in front a gate We are calling those things: windows Window opened, our view can go Closed when we don't want to see No longer jailed by walls our eyes will be Such a fine invention, that window Years have passed, and through my window I see There is a window, with glass inside So that in there from cold can hide A silly luxery, if you ask me --- Our home got something good as gold The muse of invention's latest rose Glass in the wall, against the cold We are calling those things: windows Through the glass, our view can go Outside the

De Narrenkoning (Dutch)

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De Narrenkoning (Dutch)

De Narrenkoning Twee broers daar geboren, in koninklijk huis gescheiden door tellen, en een merk van een kruis De oudste benoemd, tot de volgende vorst De jongste kreeg niks, alleen het merk op zijn borst De oudste geen merk, maar wel een vrij hart Moest leren te leiden, dat werd toen z’n lijden De broer zag zijn bloed, in zo’n grote smart En maakte het plan, zijn broer te bevrijden Toen broers wisselden, zo oudste kon leven Werd de jongste betrapt, ook al duurde het even “Waar is je broer? Wat heb je gedaan?” “Ik leer hem nu spelen, hij is terug voor de maan” Zijn antwoord vervolgde; “Hij wordt h
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As much as I do Rust

A

As much as I do Rust

This is a poem based on Trees by Joyce Kilmer. I made it in honor of the programming language Rust of which I am a fan. I think that I shall never trust A language as much as I do Rust With checks that run when it compiles It's features are ahead by miles A language where you never find A pointer missing from your mind With code that lacks every leak So I'm not stuck for a week With crates of cargo at it's back So folks can find what they now lack Others can do these things for me But only Rust can do it free

Fools

F

Fools

Humans can be dumb Humans can do bad Our kind seems the worst at times But cut us some slack Yes, we make mistakes Yes, we can be selfish But make no mistake, we aren't bad Just a bit foolish at times A lot of people do bad things Most of them don't even know it If they could see what they did, however Most wouldn't have done it Sometimes people who try to help Just succeed in making things worse Yet the act of trying is all we can do For what is the alternative? Even when so much goes wrong, Do not give up, you foolish people The difference between foolish and wise, Is only visible afterwards But people, strife not for perfection For it means damnation to humans An utopia will never be reached But we can keep chasing our dreams Meet Good Intentions, Incorperated Supplier of heaven and hell The greatest actors we provide For roles both good and bad So trust in yourself, and each other Trust that we can fix any mess Don't give up, don't give in to hate That is the greatest

Zand

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Zand

Zand Toen we nog een jaar of zeven waren En mijn eerste dagen buiten mijn schelp begonnen Omsingeld door schepen, golven en baren Waren het kleine korrels die aan mijn aandacht trokken Waar anderen de zee in sprongen En sommigen de duinen beklommen Bouwde ik geulen torens en dijken Terwijl de anderen om mijn aandacht zeikten Jaloezie liet ze mijn bouwsels slopen Een leger reuzen viel mijn forten aan En ik kon alleen maar hopen Dat wat ik later maakte wel zou blijven staan Nu ik groot ben, en het strand heb verlaten En mijn handen de schop niet meer raken Zitten mijn vingers, op een bord met knoppen Vele brieven, teksten en gedichten te kloppen Nu zijn mijn bouwsels niet meer kapot te schoppen En onder de toetsen hebben ze nog wat zand kunnen proppen Rob van den Berg, Juni 2014

All art is made of glass

A

All art is made of glass

All our art is made of one thing Whether it is painted, carved or sung All our art is made of glass Showing us the world through it A window can hide or show a truth, or distort it in every way It can show the world beyond It can reflect ourselves Or it could do both, depending on who looks Art is just like a window It is never fully transparent It is never fully reflective It is always distorted A painting of a lake is not a lake And neither is it a perfect image It is never a true lake shown, But how the painter sees the lake All what we see, hear and feel All what we sense and do with the world It is all touched by our mind And art is

Gepest (Dutch version)

G

Gepest (Dutch version)

Gepest Klappen van anderen tegen mijn hoofd Klappen van mij binnenin mijn hoofd Er verschijnt plezier uit mijn pijn Er verschijnt pijn uit mijn pijn Er groeit eelt op mijn huid Geen eelt op mijn hart en in mijn hoofd geen vrede geen rust haat.

Bullied (English version)

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Bullied (English version)

bullied Blows of others against my head Blows of me within my head There comes joy from my pain There comes pain from my pain My skin grows tough My heart does not Within my head no peace no rest hate

Windows

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Windows

Windows Our home got something new of late The muse of invention's latest rose A hole in the wall, with in front a gate We are calling those things: windows Window opened, our view can go Closed when we don't want to see No longer jailed by walls our eyes will be Such a fine invention, that window Years have passed, and through my window I see There is a window, with glass inside So that in there from cold can hide A silly luxery, if you ask me --- Our home got something good as gold The muse of invention's latest rose Glass in the wall, against the cold We are calling those things: windows Through the glass, our view can go Outside the

De Narrenkoning (Dutch)

D

De Narrenkoning (Dutch)

De Narrenkoning Twee broers daar geboren, in koninklijk huis gescheiden door tellen, en een merk van een kruis De oudste benoemd, tot de volgende vorst De jongste kreeg niks, alleen het merk op zijn borst De oudste geen merk, maar wel een vrij hart Moest leren te leiden, dat werd toen z’n lijden De broer zag zijn bloed, in zo’n grote smart En maakte het plan, zijn broer te bevrijden Toen broers wisselden, zo oudste kon leven Werd de jongste betrapt, ook al duurde het even “Waar is je broer? Wat heb je gedaan?” “Ik leer hem nu spelen, hij is terug voor de maan” Zijn antwoord vervolgde; “Hij wordt h

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  • Feb 25
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Just an amateur writer from the Netherlands. I have written before, but have never had the courage to put things online until now. I write in both English and Dutch, though not all of my work is in both languages.


I have started posting work here in the last few months. I do not know how good I am on the grander scale, though friends say I have talent. I appreciate all feedback I can get, both positive and negative.


I got interests in fantasy, mythology and folklore. I also like some science-fiction now and then. Sometimes I like to make poetry.


Besides writing, I have recently finished a Bsc Computer Science, and am in the process of applying for jobs. I also like to game, both video games and tabletop games. Sometimes I take a walk outside.


Favourite Gaming Platform
Pc
Tools of the Trade
My keyboard at home

First entry about starting to publish here

First entry about starting to publish here

Well, my first experience with (public) blogging starts here. Wonder if people think its good? In any case, I finally got the courage to put things online. Hopefully this will also inspire me to get things done when it comes to writing. I have slacked off for a while, and want to start again. Note that I am not a native English speaker, I come from the Netherlands. As such, some of my work(especially the earlier work) will be in Dutch, though I am thinking of translating some of it. I have also written in English. I have written some fanfiction too, which I probably won't post here, though I might link to it. I hope that people enjoy my wo

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