three Haiku - Elis Juliana

In the school of life
there's no student who does not
want a vacation.

Bekita - Elis Juliana

Lady Bekita lifted up her skirt

And stalked into the ballroom

With a smile, with coquetry

With calculated steps

And complete body control

Bekita, Bekita,

Bekita, Bekita.

Bola - Elis Juliana

In that crystal ball of mine

I see the things in store for me.

The toad is singing in my ears

a song of troubling misery.

Prologue - Hemayel Martina

Behold this naked harvest

Of unripe eyes

Ripening

On the gentle, gradual

Compass of time

Curaçao - Pierre A. Lauffer

Where there are rocks
As far as eyes can reach,
     Stubborn, stingy,
     That turn
     And look down
     Disdainfully

XIV - Frank Martinus Arion

Same way a melody can enter a man, rips into him

Sending him to shimmy and dance on his feet,

Pushing him to lose his balance and his good name,

making smoke come smoldering off his marching body—