Posts Tagged ‘Dutch’

His Name Was Willem And He Is Known: Revolutionary ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

June 12, 2016

His name is Willem,
not William or Wilhelm;
Dutch, not Deutsch.

Even in a region
of millions,
there was only one,
an outsider,
not Dutch,
(not much!)
who came that day
to serve

The edifice was kept open for him,
and for me.
Servants of the Lord waited on him,
and on me,
because even though
I don’t know him,
Willem Huisman,
18th Century
from Gelderland,
He knows him.

His name is Willem.
He with a capital H
knows his sheep.
He knows him.
Chicago Temple, doing work for Willem
Here is the back story behind this poem (I wrote a friend about it).
I went to the Chicago Temple (Temple of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints) the other day… drove 2.5 hours by myself (from central Wisconsin, not bad when you think of people who travel weeks to get to a temple!), did two sessions. The first session I took one of my own names through, and there were 4 men and 4 women in the session. VERY small session.
Then, when I finished the session, I saw that I had enough time to do another session, so asked if I could. The workers at the Temple said “Sure! Can you take this name through?” So I did. They held up the session for me (it was at noon on Tuesday), and as I got into the room, they said “Just a minute, we have to go find a Sister to join you.” I said “I’m not married”. They said “That’s fine. We’ll go get one of the Temple workers to join you.”
In other words, I WAS THE ONLY PATRON IN THE SESSION. And I felt REALLY STRONGLY the importance of “the One”. Willem Huisman, from Gelderland, Netherlands. SO I was the man in the session. An older married sister, a Temple worker, was also in the Session. Then, for the prayer, 6 temple workers came in to join us. I cried when they came in, thinking “Wow. This is REALLY important! This is really about “The One”.” When the prayer was done, the workers left.
SO I have now been in the SMALLEST temple session possible. Me as the only patron. Wow.


Dutch Braids And Cheeses: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

May 1, 2014

Her braided hair and d├ęcolletage/
reminds me of Dutch frommage:/
The real Gouda stuff!

Leaving For Amsterdam: Romantic Blogging Iambic Rhyming Haiku

August 3, 2011

I’m leaving today/
for Amsterdam. Come you may;/
at least, if you can.


We can leave today/
for Amsterdam. We’ll go Dutch./
At least, that’s my plan.

Saturday Morning Dutch Buttermilk Void: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

June 18, 2011

In Dutch town they run/
out of fresh buttermilk on /
Saturday mornings.

Her Clutch Gave Out (or She Lost Her Handbag): Revolutionary ConTEXTing Poem

July 29, 2010

See that girl
without a clutch?
She’s Dutch.
And if she ain’t Dutch,
she ain’t much.

Klompen da Dictionary: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

July 18, 2010

How can I forget/
you? I see Klompen in my/
phone’s dictionary.

Stompin’ Med Klompen: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

June 21, 2010

My heart yer stompin’/
when you wear Klompen. Please choose/
to use other shoes.