{"id":18328,"date":"2021-05-03T06:42:07","date_gmt":"2021-05-03T04:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/?p=18328"},"modified":"2021-05-03T06:42:09","modified_gmt":"2021-05-03T04:42:09","slug":"karin-beumkes-ik-mis-het-wandelende-fruit-van-rode-en-witte-wijn-niet-meer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/index.php\/2021\/05\/03\/karin-beumkes-ik-mis-het-wandelende-fruit-van-rode-en-witte-wijn-niet-meer\/","title":{"rendered":"Karin Beumkes: &#8216;Ik mis het wandelende fruit van rode en witte wijn niet meer.&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"1024\" height=\"576\" src=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2-1024x576.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-17065\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2-1024x576.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2-300x169.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2-768x432.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2-1536x864.jpg 1536w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2-1568x882.jpg 1568w, https:\/\/www.pomgedichten.nl\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/12\/karinB2.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/a><figcaption>Dear Pom<br><br><br><em>Nu negen jaar gestopt. Ik mis het wandelende fruit van rode en witte wijn niet meer. In mijn eigen nuchtere zelf doemde dit gedicht opeens op. Ik\u00a0 heb geen last meer van walgelijke katers, een geel koppie, daverende hoofdpijn van 9,2 op de schaal van richter.. Het is voorbij. Geef mij maar een lekker jointje op zijn tijd. Hier heb je mijn gedicht Lor.<br><br>Liefs<br>Karin<\/em><br><br><br><strong>Lor<\/strong><br><br><br>E\u00e9n pilsje kan je nog hebben,<br>Twee ook nog wel.<br>Daarna begint het geroezemoes<br>hinderlijk te worden.<br>Na vier pilsjes wordt je regelrecht vals.<br><br><br>Jij zingt, maar ik voel me een spijker,<br>een kaarsrechte ijzeren spijker<br>die jouw dronken gedaante doorboort.<br><br><br>Na zeven pilsjes besta je enkel uit een woord<br>en ik ga verder<br>elders kijken. <br><br><br>Karin Beumkes<br><br><br><br><strong>Ramses Shaffy &#8211; Sammy<\/strong> <a href=\"https:\/\/youtu.be\/17kkL6JTdxw\">https:\/\/youtu.be\/17kkL6JTdxw<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\r\n\t\t<style>\r\n\t\t\t.huge-it-share-buttons {\r\n\t\t\t\tborder:0px solid #0FB5D6;\r\n\t\t\t\tborder-radius:5px;\r\n\t\t\t\tbackground:#3BD8FF;\r\n\t\t\t\t\t\t text-align:right; \t\t\t\t\t\t}\r\n\r\n\t\t\t#huge-it-share-buttons-top {margin-bottom:0px;}\r\n\t\t\t#huge-it-share-buttons-bottom 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