The Writings of Nicole Bataclan

and yours truly,

Poetry reading: TRUE LOVE

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

It all began on the night I came back Spotted one in the alley Thought its bright pink Had a pretty glow In the dark. Then I met one more And another; True Love spread All over town I would photograph Each one With my heart. Starting to look for it Proved to be The wrong habit; As it is written on the wall That is when I would least find it -- And once I had forgotten Out of nowhere Someone out there Made certain It was now time To be Reminded. True Love is everywhere True Love comes In all shapes and sizes Eternalized In the most symbolic places On that brick On a trash At times spelled backwards Others With a message I would cogitate on Long after. The last one Was that kind Its sense Divine; It read Love True And in my heart of hearts I knew; What makes Love true Is the way I love you.

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Poetry reading: The poetry she cannot write

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

She lives the poetry she cannot write Not her words, A life that became hers. She has written fiction, Dreams and speculations; Until all turned into a tale She did not long to put on paper. She writes the poetry she cannot live Her words, Gives life when it is not hers. She has had desires, Loss and tantrums; Turned nightmares into tales On any piece of paper. She lives the poetry she cannot write Not her words, A love that finally became hers. She has written fiction, Heartache and expectations; That embrace in her coffee place He took away her pen.

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Poetry reading: I will kill you with a metaphor

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

I will kill you with a metaphor My feelings censored Behind beautiful words. I dare not say it to your face The euphemism When I am burning with anger. Toying with the void Here I concoct The right expression; My sweet weapon Retort with an oxymoron. Then nothing; no paradox or pun I am even at a loss For a rhyme. For when our eyes meet It is poetry I read, Without a word We say it all.

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Poetry reading: What happens when a writer is silenced

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

What happens When you are silenced Ideas fight Thoughts escape Words stranded -- A broken one On the tip of the tongue. Only an opinion counts -- Not your own Others, others talk And you listen Others, others argue And you stiffen What happens When you are silenced You hear everything Your voice, stolen All the questions You cannot answer Directed at you But others will respond it for you. Whatever I choose to say It would not have come out right anyway I will make it worse I will make it better The words stuck -- A broken one On the tip of the tongue. What happens When a writer is silenced It is the best thing that could happen I will not say a word Because you listen to your own. Words are my forte My weapon of love Of mass destruction I will let the truth That words cannot translate Speak for me instead.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Poetry reading: A PLACE OF CONTRAST

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

This is the place

Where hearts reunite

And others are torn apart.

Here searching

While others wave adieu

For a face in the mass

Finally when eyes meet

Through the thick window glass.

But others will turn the corner

Their smile is so bright

Clutching to one last sight.

A place of contrast

Welcoming you with flowers

I will miss you, I murmur --

Feelings digress

Whether you are coming in

While others grow steadfast.

In those tears of joy

Our life is never on standby

Or heart-rending turmoil,

Or it is me that is flying

Because honesty

Hugs feel the same

They both exclaim.

It is always a piece of paradise

Hellos and Goodbyes

It will always sting

When someone you love is leaving.

And like the glow of fireflies,

To see you arriving.

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Poetry reading: DRUNK

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

I got drunk on life

This time, like every time

The old trick works on me

I am just happy enough

Until I have had one too many

Then everything is buzzing

Fuzzy thoughts and accurate feelings

I carry on

As if my gut still permits it

Before promising, I learned my lesson

From overindulging.

This time, I will be more vigilant

Life tastes delicious;

But I should sip gently

Unless it is yet another hangover

From decisions I could regret long after

Then everything is buzzing

Accurate thoughts and fuzzy feelings

Drink moderately, or else I will be

Easily intoxicated

On this plethora of life experiences

This time, I shall only get a little tipsy.

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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

Poetry reading: MAKE WORDS, NOT LOVE

[Performed at #offstageamsterdam at Vondelbunker, 15.09.2018]

I take your mind to bed

Any opinion

You ever had,

Stark naked.

I start fondling

Your musings;

I envision

Your thoughts on my skin.

Your ideas enter me;

I feel myself

Tingling

From all the talking.

All my dreams flow

You, too, are close --

Baby, let me swallow

Any last word.

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