"arend" poems
alles het verander
my hart klop
soos 'n arend
wat hoog oor
die see hang
haar vlerke uitgestrek
haar oog op haar prooi
elke dag met
dankbaarheid
vir alles wat
die lewe omtrek
everything has changed
my heart beats
like an eagle
that hangs high
over the sea
her wings outstretched
her eye on her prey
everyday with
thankfulness
for everything
that encircles life
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 5:08 PM UTC
Molly is not my friend.
Stole my lover,
Never to come back again,
Do I embrace your body? these wounds to mend?
For my soul, for worse, is left arend
If only Molly were my friend,
She left me high and dry again.
On lonely nights,
To great heights,
Her choice, her life, my hole, mine, to contend.
I wish Molly never existed,
Never be apart, our love never blistered.
My only wish, I could have fixed it,
But I don't believe you,
You don't believe me,
Because I believe broken is better than twisted.
No, Molly is not my friend.
Molly, at last I bid you adieu,
You sounded so pretty, until she met you.
Your tongue lashed out and tickled her ear,
Her hands play with your Mercury, it's luminescent sheer,
No thought of what she leaves behind, she is who she chooses to do.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC