"grou" poems
Som Som Mwdanw
Somaina Mohor
Hura Hura barbwyw
Mwdwmnai Mwdwmpru Bibar
Thwi Rwda Rwda kharsrayw
Mijingni Dengkhw.
Abad Thili Nagirw
Grou Grou Abad Khalamnw
Nuhurw Nwzwra Bwi Jaiga
........Oasis.
Jerao Grou Grou jagwn
Thaikhrigwn Pithai.
Swdwb Swdwb nagirw Khonthai.
Mablaba Ginai Pwiyw Gwrbwao
Beoanw Ang Dwithaihorw
Abadni Khwtha Dwnthona
Nwngnisim Thong Gwiyi Radab.
Gwrwnthi Janai Mwnw Gaonw Gwswao
Dunglub Gwswa Nwngkhou Jengnayao Narswmw
Nathai Raha Gwiya Angha.
Tharwinw Ang Hasthaiyw
Nwngkhounw Nainw Megon Bwdlathabna
Nathaidi Gwkhrwng Sanni Rwdaya
Angni thwngjwng Rethinayao Sougraopwiyw
Oblana Ang Gongsrina Thanangw.
Bekhou Nwng Sanwbla
Nwngkhou Mugwinaini Nerswn
Angni Gwrbwa Asebw Gwjwnnai Nonga.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 4:53 AM UTC
Op hierdie aarde, groen en blou
Met torings wat die lug uit grou
In elke huis waar mens dalk bly
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
In wye winkels en krom kerke
In nommers en vergete merke
Waar ryk sweef en arm lei
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
In stede, woude, see en woestyn
In alles, geen, grof en fyn
In luuks, skaars, bont en plein
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
In winter, lente, somer, herfs
Met albei vuur en skadu bederf
Waar ook al maan en son mag skyn
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
Waar sterre sing en sonne lag
Omring met komberse van die nag
Waar ou gode en planete gly
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
In ou legendes en sprokies verhale
In dooie sang en in lewende tale
In woorde wat die hart oop sny
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
In gister se groot verlate vlug
In môre se onmeetbare sug
In die nou wat ons so graag vermy
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
In slaap te dig en drome swart
In die wandel en wonder van die hart
In seer, troos, kwaad en bly
Sal ek nooit weer iemand kry soos jy
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
words through time-eyes,
and life thought left long
with mind for days while
this one sat deterring soul
from body in a foot-lost
night. sun's end, son's end,
and the day's typewriter
just hours from death of man.
awaiting knowledge of grou-
nded truth. ground vessel of
a soylent variety, without
thoughts on past word-loss.
summer existence, like young
girl's expectations of world's
blood left in trashcan. place the
heart, forced sweating to free self
of longer lost sleep. feel right, sleep
longer during the long dark. true
waiting and lack ******* reason
when this cat has gone, been got,
has lost a white-year of quiet memories.
times destroyed, knew to rise hip. knew
to rise onward with cigarette lit of matched
flesh. sense the repetition, remember
away the flesh. blue smoke of fire in the
long dark, in the coming white-year.
sense the memory, ending waste but
still losing knowledge. gaining chaos of
thirteen out, of this one's will to be six out.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 8:09 AM UTC