"aand" poems
Ek het die siek gewoonte om oog op te slaan
en die nagprag te aanskou met digters-oog
wat 'n ster van elke mens wil maak
en elkeen wil bekoor, maar
selfs al span ek al my mag in
is daar een ster hoog verhewe...
Daar sit die ster op 'n tuinstoel troon ,
oe betowerer deur die vuur
andag gestrek deur die ganse heelal
- orals behalwe hier,
waar ek soos 'n straatbrak honger kyk,
aan die voete van 'n ster
*** almal bietjie aandag eis
*** almal van jou kry
maar ek soos 'n een aand wonder
uitteer aan jou droewe stilswy
My slapelose nagte
maak my van die drome vry
want in realiteit, al kyk ek vir die sterre,
kyk hulle soms verby.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Daar was g'n tyd vir bybelversies nie
, want die brood van lewe was te duur
En wie wil nou regtig wag om ring
As die manne vir jou hoogliedere sing.
Aan die begin was daar niks nie
Maar hyt gepraat met sy hande
En toe was daar lig en oh die gode
Dit was goed! Dit was goed!
Maar hy was aleen in n wereld met als
En almal was sonder naam
, toe hy sy laaste een gee en ek
Deur bloed en been vir hom geskep is.
Dit was goed, dit was goed
En ek huil snot en trane van seer
Maar die appel proe soet
Of jy hom in die hemel of die hel hap...
Jy is die fontein van lewe,
Ek drink van jou en raak dors
Vir meer as net een aand van sterrevolg.
Mag ek dronk raak op jou wyn?
Of is jy my een reeds voor!?
En ek kan.nie kerk toe hol nie
En die Bybel vloek my skel
Want jou lyf voel soos die Hemel
Maar Hy se jy is die Hel.
Mag ek langs jou bed op kniee neersak
En jou hand in myne neem??
Kom ons raak besope...
Genoeg om liefdesliede
vir mekaar te kreun.
More bid ons om vergifnis
En vergeet wat sonde is
Tot die vlees te veel begeer
En die lewenslig so bietjie blus.
Dit is *** die liefde werk,
Dis my lewe dié
Die struikelblok wat my versmoor
Van n vel religie.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
*Binne d vlgde 20 min verjaar jy ~ jy word ouer ~ nog 'n jaar verby ~ waisted! Or so it feels! Ma net vi een rede... Its another year I did not spend with you!!! Jys my love at first sight! The love of my life!! And I'm not there wif you!!!! Ek hoop mt my hele hart ~ jy geniet jou aand! Weet net ek sit hier ~ en **** an jo wens ek was daar saam mt jo!!! Happy birthday!!*
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
I
Solemnly, mournfully,
Dealing its dole,
The Curfew Bell
Is beginning to toll.
Cover the embers,
Aand put out the light;
Toil comes with morning,
And rest with the night.
Dark grow the windows,
And quenched is the fire;
Sound fades into silence,—
All footsteps retire.
No voice in the chambers,
No sound in the hall!
Sleep and oblivion
Reign over all!
II
The book is completed,
And closed, like the day;
And the hand that has written it
Lays it away.
Dim grow its fancies;
Forgotten they lie;
Like coals in the ashes,
They darken and die.
Song sinks into silence,
The story is told,
The windows are darkened,
The hearth-stone is cold.
Darker and darker
The black shadows fall,
Sleep and oblivion
Reign over all.
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"What do you do
When the pasts haunts your every move,
Whispers in your ears
When no one is there to distract you
And laughs at you,
Every time you do something wrong?"
"You keep going.
You do your best.
You do what you love
Aand you defy the limits
Your ego slaps you in the face with."
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o’er the city,
Behind the dark church-tower.
I saw her bright reflection
In the watrers under me,
Like a golden goblet falling
And sinking into the sea.
And far in the hazy distance
Of that lovely night in June,
The blaze of the gleaming furnace
Gleamed redder than the moon.
Among the long, black rafters
The wavering shadows lay,
And the current that came from the ocean
Seemed to lift and bear them away.
As, sweeping and eddying through them
Rose the belated tide,
And, streaming into the moonlight,
The seaweed floated wide.
And like those waters rushing
Among the wooden piers,
A flood of thoughts came o’er me
That filled my eyes with tears.
How often, oh how often,
In the days that had gone by,
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed on that wave and sky!
How often oh how often,
I had wished that the ebbing tide
Would bear me away on its *****
O’er the ocean wild and wide!
For my heart was hot and restless,
And my life was full of care,
And the burden laid upon me
Seemed greater than I could bear.
But now it has fallen from me,
It is buried in the sea;
And only the sorrow of others
Throws its shadow over me.
Yet whenever I cross the river
On its bridge with wooden piers,
Like the odor of brine from the ocean
Comes the thought of other years.
And I think how many thousands
Of care-encumbered men,
Each bearing his burden of sorrow,
Have crossed the bridge since then.
I see the long procession
Still passing to and fro,
The young heart hot and restless,
And the old subdued and slow!
And forever and forever,
As long as the river flows,
As long as the heart has passions,
As long as life has woes;
The moon and its broken reflection
Aand its shadows shall appear,
As the symbol of love in heaven,
And its wavering image here.
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Dit was middernag op ń Saterdag aand
Ek was voor die tv in my warm wolkombers
; hulle was styf teen mekaar gekrul
In die stormdreine van Die Rosestad
Dit was nag.
Dit was 1 uur op ń Sondag oggend
Ek was in ń glasie brandewyn verlore
; Sy was in ń ongeluk in Die Laan bestorwe
Dit was nag.
Dit was 3 uur op ń Sondag oggend.
Ek het aan haar lippe gehang oor die foon
; Hy het homself met ń leerbeld gehang
Oor ń brief in ń hastige hand.
Dit was nag.
Dit was 5 uur op ń Sondag oggend.
My kussing was vol trane.
Die stormdreine was vol kadawers.
Die Laan het geskitter van glas skerwe.
Die brief was vol verdriet.
, maar wie sal omgee?
Wat die oë nie sien nie...
En niemand het gesien nie,
Want dit was nag.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
Mind, body aand soul
You showed me yours
I showed you mine
I felt our souls collide
I watched you touch sky
We were both flying high
Threw the cloud filled sky
Its almost time
Your heart and soul
Is mine
Continuously wanting you all the time
Your the last thing before I close my eyes
Even if I was blind
I could see our souls collide
Mind, body and soul
You showed me your's
I gave you mine
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 5:09 AM UTC
She was a New England winter:
Unpredictable,
with bouts of freezing temperatures
whirlwind snowfalls,
aand
fleating moments
of
sunshine.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
How soon is too soon
to dance under the moon
stars for angels
your eyes the reason to smile
or are they the reason for all the positives ever?
Quitely so
I like you a lot
more than you realize,
and not so much you-
your role in this physical 3D world
or even your actions, words
but mostly just the sum total
of all you have been, are becoming
the energy you unknowingly give me
an essence I suppose
of someone greater than man
aand yes you are one
a **** fine specimen to be exact
but it's as if I am subliminally attracted
to your very existence
on a level that makes me believe in a God
in beautiful souls,
yours being the most divine
and I can feel it
the moment it enters a room
near or far
anywhere in the world
I know that you Are,
your physical self holding all that is You
and every second is made more perfect, serene
because you are gracing this world
with your being that is so right
I am willing, no grateful for the chance
to be vulnerable to such a person,
bow in your presence,
feel all you are
and to offer up all I have
to make you happy, prove my worth
and in the moments we are together
I can assure you
all the atoms in my body freeze,
my heart becomes still
for you have such a calming affect
that all I can do is smile
and hope to all that is in the universe
that I may somehow give you
as much happiness
as you selflessly give me.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
What is in a soul?
It is all so intangible
Where we houae our passions and dreams,
Deepest anxieties and fears
Where we are most human
Where we know--or don't know
That we are part of something much bigger
Than just us
That we have an obligation to one another
And to our home the ancestors and elders
Left for us and for our kids and theirs
The soul is wbat reminds us to love mercy
And to loose the bonds of wickedness and
Deliver those who are oppressed
The soul reminds us that every
Hungry or hurtin person is the responsibility
Of us all
That's where the free market folks fail
There is no goon nor nobility in caring
Only for your own meaningless life
If separated from the whole
The soul reminds us that our meaning comes
From the struggle for the whole
The Common Good
All of us aand one aanother
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
I am Jack's clenched sphincter. The ******* of the world not knowing where the **** has come but continues to spew.
The love in japan with the fake cats and painted eyes will not save me nor will the things enjoyed in the wee hours of the morning. Hope for something better and go to sleep. Want for something more and turn on the television.
How I long to be an alien, wrapped up in my own things that make sense to me, the foreshadowment of this is quite appealing. When I think of my heroes, not the people that I am obligated to love, but the people who stir emotion deep and unseen, I cry inside.
I feel it in the spongy yellow marrow of my heart bones that support me. They are not there. I was never there. Laughing face of old drunken bewilderment of the entirety of humanity. Why why why why ha ha ha ha aaaand aand the utterment of unmade caracatures in such drunken old men.
Old men and snotty lads have more in common with eachother than any close knit family. Krusty, cantankerous, and spry, they laugh at each other. One feeling and the other knowing or one pretending and the other wandering.
What would my heroes think if they knew I was sober. What would they say? Certainly nothing that wouldn't make me angry or turn away. You cannot be constructive by being constructive, only in doing and in the act of doing will you beat away their snide remarks.
Live alone with others. Smile on the inside more than outside. Don't use the word ferclempt unless you don't really even mean it anyway. Own a cat.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Look behind you at what you have already accomplished.
Look up aand believe that the sky will clear.
Look down to make sure you are on the right path.
Look ahead and claim victory over every obstacle!
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
The long unending chain of toadies
All but goes on knees
To kiss the ground beneath
The Caesar’s feet divine,
And masses spineless fawn o’er him
With lolling tongues canine,
While Caesar smugly smiles.
His laurels, rank, and destiny,
His power, throne and crown,
Anoint him with, then gladly
They press on him their leash.
Teeth glittering, widened lips,
Resounding, deafening claps,
At every single dropping word
From Caesar’s lips divine.
Then tail-like wag all tongues;
Sweeter than honey spread,
Cloying, unctuous, authentic,
Invented compliments.
They truly lie and truly please
The head that wears the crown.
Their words and praise rise not
From heart from lips downwards they drop.
Bravo! Stinging and biting,
Inverted compliments,
Impressive speech, well-worded,
And what fine sentiments!
You think you know then
All you need of countless regiments.
We live by knowing where to bow,
And smile, fawn and kiss when,
The hallowed ground beneath his feet
Aand selves how prostrate then,
While Caesar smugly smiles.
Our happy days and nights,
We smiling live our lives, at Caesar’s feet divine.
By God we truly look our part
With lolling tongues canine.
O you tigers of wrath!
Your wars for liberty,
Produce dictators worst,
Today you have your Julius,
Tomorrow Augustus.
And what indeed is truth if not calibration?
Timeless, endless, meaningless ratiocination?
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Without them.
Many of us would be totally lost.
They love comes without a cost.
It's a priviledge that we takes for granted.
So we should..
Thank God for women.
Look around and see the many reasons why?
We should thank God for women.
Within church.
Many are the congregation.
Really, many are.
Without them many congregation would be seeking them.
Yes, thank God for ladies.
They are our comfort zone.
The one we truly lean upon.
They the calm before the storm.
They have the power to make the powerful men weak.
And it these ladies abusive men wants to hurt.
Go figure?
They should be saying and praying.
Thank God for women.
Because a few forgive them.
Scriptures might state they came from Adam's ribs.
But upon this earth.
We are birth from them.
Yes, thank God for women.
This we must remember.
They are quicker to defend and protect us.
Then many men are.
They quicker to heal us.
When something is illing us.
I gladly aand proudly say.
Thank God for ladies.
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 11:38 AM UTC
A moment thrill
Destroyed your complete world.
And now it's gonna cost you.
Even if they stay.
You must comprehend total trust has disappeared.
This it didn't mean a thing.
Don't sits well with the things you done.
And if you have a history of it.
Well, what do you expect.
A moment thrill.
Now has destroyed your world.
There's a lesson to be learned.
Love given freely.
So unselfishly to you.
Must be honored.
Cause they loved you will honors.
Like a brave soldier's on a battle field.
We honor them.
We respect them.
AAnd for the one that loved us once.
We must love them with honors.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 9:14 AM UTC
My mom said time to go to bed so I did when I got I bed I someone just sanding in the door way it was to creepy so I covered myself but when I check he was right in front in me but when I kicked him the face he said ouch!aAnd it was my bother
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
the mere
p o s s i b i l i t y
of h
o
p
e
*is more than i
can bear*.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
en ná die storm se kalm
en ná die wind en reën
is die sagtheid van die aarde oorverdowend
my blinde oë
en krom ou hart
lê soos sade en
vrôt in die land
tot onder sterlig een aand
dié muwwe vlies bars
en 'n fyn wit worteltjie
voel-voel die wêreld in kruip
***
and after the storm's calm
and after the wind and rain
the softness of the earth is
deafening
my blind eyes
and crooked old heart
lay like seeds and
rot in the land
'til under the starlight one night
this mouldy membrane burst
and a fine white root
tentatively creeps into the world
Nov 13, 2022
Nov 13, 2022 at 4:17 AM UTC