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Ek kyk na die wiskunde geletterdheid vraestel
wat uittartend voor my le en skreeulag.
Elke vraag is nog 'n klap in my gesig
nog 'n uur wat ek in 'n warm stort moet gaan sit
om myself weer moed in te praat.

Ek het lankal reeds al die stetoskope
van my kinderdrome ashoop to gestuur.
Die laaste bietjie hoop uit my onskuld gekerf
toe hulle se dat ek die masjiene moet afskakel
en vir my spieel gaan se, dat ek dit nie gemaak het nie.
"Gee eerder op" lui die pedagoog se kreet.

"Jy hou ons terug seun" , vertel jy my
"as jy nou nog nie verstaan nie, sa jy
ook nooit nie. Gee maar op."
Ek was eers die boogseun.
*** verder jy my terug getrek het,
*** vinniger het my pyl op die teiken
af gestraal...
Nou is ek die rekseun... ek hou jou terug
en as jy trek, breek ek.

Jou ekstraklasse was te duur gewees,
ek kon nie my wiskunde angelegdheid bekostig nie.
Ek moes maar terugsit en kyk ***
ander skole met onderskeiding by jou deur uitstap.
Ek kon ongelukkig nie bekostig om slim te wees nie.

Onthou jy toe jy op daardie koue wintersdag
verby my gejaag het en my verskree het
oor die missie en serpie wat my net
aan die lewe gehou het?
Ek is jammer dit was nie jou kleur nie,
maar probeer verstaan...
ek is nie 'n onderwyser nie.
Wanneer jy huistoe kon gaan
moes ek my studentlike pligte uitvoer
en tot laatmiddag by die skoolbly.

Ek is jammer dat my ma werk.
Dit is tog so ongeskik van haar.
So selfsugtig om kos op die tafel te probeer sit
en so my verhoed het om aan sport deel te neem.
Ek weet tog *** belangrik sport vir jou is.
Jammer ek kon nie 'n meningvolle bydra
tot jou donnerse sportregime maak nie.
Jammer ek was 'n nuttelose suurstofdief
, soos wat jy my genoem het.

Eks jammer ek kon nie my punte
bekostig nie. My handgeskrewe take
en spoeg-en-plak plakate was 'n
vernedering tot die vlekvrye mamma-pappa-take.
Linte was in die mode.
Linte en ander oulike beursie plukkers.
Jammer dat ons beursies
leeg was, maak nie saak *** ons
daaraan prober pluk het nie.

Jammer dat ek nie man genoeg was
om myself te beskerm teen nege honderd seuns nie.
Dit is skandelik. *** kon ek so swak wees
dat ek nie eers nege jaar se "ou grappies"
kon aflag nie. Jammer dat ek dit nie snaaks vind
as daar op jou geurineer en gespoeg word nie.
*** kon ek nie lag vir die hilariteit van
asblik skroot , soos kougom en gemifde brood
in my tas en pennesakkie nie.
Ek wens ek was nie so swak nie, dan kon
ek ook dalk myself teen die 14 seuns beskerm het.
Jammer dat hulle my so maklik kon oorweldig.
Jammer dat hulle my kon teister
en rondgooi soos 'n vloerlap.

Ek vra nederig om verskoning,
dat ek daaroor kom kla het.
Meneer is reg, ek is 'n sussie.
Net 'n moffie soos ek sou
kom kla het. Jammer om meneer
se tyd so te mors, dit was verspot van my
om te **** meneer sou iets daaran doen.

Nou is ek ietwat geskend. Menere
en manne het al gesweeptong en asyn
op my kaal rug.

Nou sit ek Sentraal in die kakstorm
en jy wonder hoekom ek nie meer
onder die top 20 is nie.

Nou sit ek hier onder tussen die wiskunde "Jee"
vraestelle en huil.
My enigste vertroosting is dat ek nie
heel onder is nie, en dat jy die hell is
waaruit ek nog sal opruis.

Ek breek vry van agter die tralies.

Geagte skool
Gerespekteerde meneer
Vok jou
en moenie laat jou mislukkings jou
op die gat skop as jy by die deur uitloop nie.
Want hierdie "mislukking" ... skop kak hard.
My hart klop groen vir groei
en ander goed
en pomp van hormone
en suurtof ryke bloed
dit was liefde
met eerste oog opslag
dis net jammer my oe staar blind
teen die mes in jou hand
wat op my kaal rug wag.

Dis 'n gan an soort klop
die go-ahead van my kop
die alles sal reg wees
in jou glimlag
jou oe die mandaat
van 'n regte terg gees.

en ek gaan vir die groen
en silwer en goud,
vir al die goeie goed
vir die land sonder fout.

Maar my hart is die
Andries Hendrik Potgieter
van my boere bloed
wat waarsku teen jou
met alle moed.
My heldersiende hartklop
wat my weg probeer lei
van nog 'n ou grappie
en nog 'n bietjie seerkry.

Nou klop hy rooi
hy klop bloed
hy klop stop.

Maar soos 'n GP kar
vermy ek die tekens
in my haas vir jou mond.
Voel die lem deur my ribbes gly
dood, nog voor die grond.

en my hart, wil lag,
maar skree verwoed.
Nou kook die boerebloed!
Jou simpel, jou wetter
jou bogsnuiter kind!
Snou my hart my toe,
nou is hy stil en
gee my die silent treatment.
Andrew Rueter Nov 2017
You're an inspirational exciting jolt
Like an invitational lightning bolt
I'm suddenly shocked by the results
When I am blocked by your revolt

You have my beating heart in your hand
Holding me hostage where I silently stand
Staring at your ****** butcher's cleaver
That morphs me into a landlocked ******

You're a two-hander
Like a sledgehammer
Or a radar jammer
I start to stutter and stammer
When I see your weekly planner
And the lack of my presence
Because I'm incessant
You hold a pencil and an eraser
You delete when I become a tracer
And start to draw a better replacer

You hold the scales of justice
Though I claim you're unfit
You say add that to the list
From the throne where you sit
And there's no avenue for any recourse
When your other hand holds so much force
I must deal with your actions
So I can stay in your faction
For my heart's attraction

I am never right
So we never fight
And we never might
Understand each other
When we're taking cover
From exposing vulnerability
An exploding soul is filling me
Because the cold mist killing steam
Between us until you are only a dream
And my mind starts bursting at the seams
Until there's a monster barely mentally caged
But the bars shake when it is constantly enraged
When your saccharine emotions are cynically staged
My bustling brain will unfortunately always be plagued
By your neutral reactions which I'll never be able to gauge

You hold two hands behind your back
Will it be an attack?
Our two hands should meet
Instead I'm trampled by feet
Tommy Jackson Aug 2015
This rock and roll analogy like liquor
The bang hits with a bust
But the drums go quicker
WAMMER JAMMER
Sam Temple Mar 2014
Ribble rabble rim ram
wabble wing flip do pip pop
Slipper hinder thankly to dur
jammer gamtit slingly tripon
wishel fromage wankly underwash
Rapt crapt frappe wingnut
Shmoozing rosefront biging whippoorwill
aminacry killicat deedly nono
Allah Akbar Achoo Amen
Ek het iewers langs die pad
My onskuld verloor
, maar ek **** dis op ń special
By die bottelstoor.
Dis nou jammer ek is platsak
Sonder geld, sonder naam
Onthou my soos ek was
In ma se fotoraam.

Wie sou my kon waarsku dat
Beloftes en my maagdlikheid
So maklik soos vetkruit breek.
Of dat al daai candy cigarettes
My kon leer om ñ Marlboro
Aan te steek.

Vroeg ryp vroeg vrot,
Op dominee se eer
Verloor al jou onskuld en
En probeer maar weer
Om iewers ń Heer te kry
Wat nog omgee vir my.
Terwyl jy sukkel om jou daily bread
Op die tafel te kry.

My pelle gaan dood , word ryk
Besoek die tjoekie
Word groot ,word fake
En kry STD's en kinders
En ander goed wat hul nie soek nie.

Nou loop ek ń pad van plooie
En grys hare en taxes
Waar Yolo jou nie verder bring
Van die kussies nie...

Face it.

Ons was almal jonk
, was al almal dronk
En ń wyse man weet...

Grootword is nie vir sussies nie.
Jy wys nie die son vir 'n blinde wat weer kan sien nie.
Dis mos nou kinders-kry dan trou ,
'n priem baba se : Ek is lief vir jou.
Verby nog voor dit begin het.
Of is my hart nou wiegiedood wat
doodluiters my eie galg om die baba hang.
Breek ek die glas-skoen? voordat die lewe dit kan breek?
Of het ek nou maar oulaas 'n manier
om al die goeie goed - uit vrees
van stapel te stuur?
Ek kan jou volg... sal jou volg;
sou jou volg tot waar die wind ons waai
en saam jou kan ek... sal ek
sou ek heeldag rondomtalie en tiekiedraai,
maar *** gaan ek die onbekende in
as dit tussen my en die horison le?
My hartklop eikehout in die gang,
hy klop nog koud , maar hy klop nou!
En jy praat van altyd en van later en van dan:
verder selfs as wat my sig durf reik!
Jy is my nou.
Jammer dat ek more jou gister gaan wees;
probeer verstaan, ek verlang nog silwer en plooie
en die wereld is my lapdoek en die lewe is my lee papier
en ek wil groei.
Ek kan nie die trouring dra nie
,as hy nog koud aan my vinger kleef...
my hart is dalk nog prematuur ,
maar ek wil graag uitgan
en die koue skouers en spervure
vir my self gaan beleef.
Moet my nie die son wys nie
Ek leer nou eers *** om te sien...
en moet nie se jy is lief vir my nie,
want more is dit verby nog voor dit begin het.
En dan hang ek die priem.
Tommy Jackson Aug 2015
Space rocking
Rocking and rolling
Guitar strolling
Sell out crowd
Speakers
Bang crack
Loud.
Daar's 'n droogte in Namakwaland
Daar's 'n droogte by die see
Droogte skeil in  Weste-winde
Wat oor ons mense vee
En as ons in ons diepstes
met ons gewete oorleg pleeg
merk ons ook die droogte
wat deur ons jeug beweeg

Geen meer: "jammer oom"; dis als net jy en jou
Weg -die dae van asseblief; dis "gee dit vir my nou"
Vergeet die ring, dis uit my ding, niks gewag totdat jy trou
dis oopmondkou , dis sharrap nou, 'n treurspel om te aanskou

en ek as buitestander, van die leuens en van die leed
ek kan rus met die wete, daar is 'n tent vir my gereed
Jonny Angel Apr 2015
Certainly it's ***** season in Afghanistan,
them folks are smokin' them tar *****.
I mean those people are trippin',
shootin' **** up like the Fourth of July,
warlord-style,
just like them drug infested gangs
in Oakland,
Detroit,
South Chicago,
St. Louis.
Even them cops don't go in blind.
IED what?
Bad mammer jammer.
Nikhil Kale Oct 2015
BLUE LINKING

I roam every space seeing around
Winds lashing, leaves falling onto ground
Same sets of nights and days but no victory found

Some see aspirations fading away
Hopes of some scorched into hay
Just a small link to winning I know you can show me the way

The peak is rising higher with every step taken
Reaching hardly stands a chance but its not forbidden
Will have to up the capacities Limits have to be broken
Then be it piercing through the fiery sun true will can make it happen

The iron doesn't bend until hit by a heavy hammer
Has to be strong enough to conceal and creep past the jammer
To unwind a cyclone from the center needs there a loud tremor
The sky will now be a blue brightened with such efforts of the dimmer

I seem to reach the supremacy in a moment of eye blinking
Irony, efforts along with accord, serenity together are now clinking
How could fortune chase me in a dense network I am rethinking
Reflection can be seen in a transparency only through a Blue Linking
Ottar Aug 2013
I went cheap, spent no time,
                       on this rhyme,
             no designer phrases,
   left so many blank spaces,

that you have had your fill
of my empty verse,
your report will be terse,
this poem is dead
where is that hearse?

I do not have the real thing, diamond cut prose
or pristine crystalline rhyme, I forgo grammar,
some think I jabber and jammer when I speak,
no crown jewel here, I use no tool so poorly as the
tongue I was born with.

But I do so freely,
I don't shed blood or take life,
I try not to lie, truth be told (most of the time)
I do have an edge, with cutting wit (okay I am lying)
Life has turned for the worse, a bit
I want to put all things I value in a back pack,
Walk away from the talk I say,
Into the woods to hear that if a tree falls
in the forest and nobody is there
does it make a sound.

I'll let you know,
Hello my name is nobody.
no first name
no middle initial
Nobody.

So if they ask,
So if you, continue to read just
tell them that Nobody sent you
to find me.
©DWE082013
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2015
i never quiet know why
                                                 classic fm
never plays davy jones’ theme
but always the happy camper crap
of swashbuckle hip hip hooray
and an adventure on *** island;
but what concerns me more
is why an elephant stepped on my ear
and made mahler’s
     das trinklied vom jammer der erde
sound too much like wagner’s
                 flying dutchman overture.
David Nelson May 2013
Never Ever

never park you quark in the dark
never eat soup with a fork
never put your tongue on a spark
or my friend you'll be sorry

never put a noose on a goose
never bet the *** on a duece
never tell someone they are obtuse
or I guarantee you're gonna be sorry

never answer the door in the raw
they'll tell everyone just what they saw
if it's long and skinny like a straw
it will get posted and you'll be sorry

never hit your hand with a hammer
never go to church with a smoked up jammer
never hang out with guys from the slammer
you really will be very sorry

never pretend to be a friend
if you're a friend be there til the end
never assume before you hit send
if it's the wrong person you will be sorry

Gomer Lepoet...
some things to consider :)
Tommy Jackson Dec 2015
To the levy
It broke a flood
Down the draft
Of brotherhood
Slip the mic, ****
In the gut. Drive them mad rock and roll dad.
To the levy Jam the strings
Play and do your musical thing.
Ring the guitars, screech the whammer
Just call me kid Rock and rollin wammer jammer
Bill MacEachern Sep 2016
Picked it up
When just a kid
Found I had talent
Was just always hid

Play it by ear
No music is read
Lucky that way
It's all in the head

Whip it out!!
Is what I hear say
Whip it out!!
And let's hear you play

Blues is my music
Makes me happy
Blues is the music
My ears plainly see

Jonathan Edwards
In his shanty
Makes room for
Wammer Jammer Dickie

My Harps always there
When happy or sad
I whip it right out
Even when I am mad

My Harp is my Friend
A true pocket Pal
I love my Harmonica
Can't you all tell
Tommy Jackson Aug 2015
When I get this writers block
The best thing for me
Wammer jammer time
The guitar always speaks
What my mouth
Is held back
From
Doing
Big Virge Sep 2020
See I'll ...
ASSASSINATE Your Character ...  
If You Expose Vernacular ...    
That Proves You **** ... !!!    
    
WHAT ... Yuh Like Dracula ... !!!    
    
Like Jeru’ I Will Damage Ya ...    
With Wordplay That's ...    
    
... " SPECTACULAR " ... !!!!!    
    
That Proves That I'm ...    
..... "NO Amateur" ...... !!!    
    
See My Prose HITS Cons ... !!!    
Because It's STRONG ... !!!    
And Clearly Belongs ...    
In A Place BEYOND ...........................    

WEAK Characters Patter ...    
Because My Grammar ....    
***** Back That HAMMER  ...    
Like A ... BAD Mamma Jammer ... !!!    
    
But I DON'T NEED Guns ... !!!    
Cos' My Wordplay ... STUNS ... !!!    
    
If You SHOOT I've WON ... !!!    
Cos' Like … OB1 …
I Will Simply Become ...    
MORE POWERFUL Son ...    
Than A Government Run ...    
By ... ATTILA THE *** ... !!!!!!!    
    
See My Wordplay's CLEVER ...
Just Like MY MIND ... !!!    
So DON’T You … EVER ...  
DISRESPECT My Rhymes ... !!!    
    
Because That's A CRIME ... !!!    
For Which You'll Face TIME ... !!!    
Before You're Resigned ...    
To Face A ... FIRING Line ... !!!    
    
of V's ... " Vendetta Letters " ...    
Which Means That I Will END YA ... !!!!!  
    
So NO Return to Sender ...    
I DON'T Have Time To Render ...    
Trend Setters Whose Agenda ...    
Is That of ... Bone Collectors' ... !!!    
    
Their Assassination's ...    
My ... " Vocation " ... !!!!!!!    
    
NO Relating ... !!!    
Just Straight Berating ... !!!    
For Characters HATING ... !!!    
    
Those Whose Station's ...    
… Next To SATAN ... !!!      
    
LYING And CHEATING ... !!!!!    
Because Their Being's ...    
Lacking The STAMINA ... !!!    
To Be A STRONG Character ... !!!    
    
If ... Seeing Is Believing ... ?!?    
Then BELIEVE THIS Son ... !!!!!    
    
I AIN'T The One  ...      
To Be Treated Like ....    
    
.... A HEATHEN .... !!!!!    
    
I Can Hear It In Your Speech .... ???    
You're Breathing Needs ...    
...... "RECEIVING" ..... !!!    
    
It's Clear That You Are WEAK ... !!!    
And I'm ABOVE Your Ceiling !!! ...    
    
ENLIGHTENED ... Yes ... !!!!!!!    
    
So DON'T You Test ... !!!!
UNLESS You Express ...    
To Get ... DISTRESSED ... !?!    
    
See Your Character LACKS ...    
A … GOOD Defence ..... !!!!!    
    
So I Think It's Best ....    
That YOU Just REST .........    
    
Before I PROSECUTE ...    
Right To Your END ... !!!!!!    
    
And It DOESN'T Make Sense ...    
For You To REFUTE ....    
Your Characters' DEATH .... !!!!!    
    
It's Better For You To just Be Cool ...    
BEFORE You Get Schooled ...    
On Your .... " ISSUES " .... !!!      
    
See I've Seen Em' Come ...    
I've Seen Em' ... GO ...    
    
Most Get Struck ...   ...    
By BIG VIRGE Prose ...    
Cos' It Flows It groWS ...    
And Eventually BLOWS ...    
A ... Force Ten Gale ... !!!    
That Then DERAILS ...    
    
ANY Train of Thought ...    
That Is NOT PURE ..... !!!!!    
    
So Son Be SURE ... !!!!!!    
BEFORE Ya RUN Your Jaws ... !!!    
    
That Words You Use ...    
Air … LOGICAL VIEWS .... !!!!!    
Cos' I'm A  Logical Dude ...    
Who AIN'T Confused .... !!!    
    
Does Confused Define YOU ... ?!?    
    
If It Does You Should Choose ...    
To Do ... LESS SPEAKING ...    
    
Come On Now Son .... ?    
SAVE YOUR BREATHING .... !!!    
    
Before You're Caught Short ...    
Cos' of Views You Court ...    
That You SHOULD ABORT ... !!!!!!    
    
See That's A Character FLAW ... !!!    
Running .... " BIG TALK " ....    
When You Should ... LISTEN ...    
And STOP Your ... Hisssssssing ... !!!    
    
See That's A Trait of SNAKES ...    
Or A ... Straight Up FAKE ... !?!    
    
Well NOT QUITE Straight Up ... !!!    
    
Just FAKE As .... WHAT .... ?    
NO NEED To CUSS ... !!!    
Cos' My Vernacular's ABOVE ...    
Those ... TARANTULA Bugs ... !!!!!    
    
Ya Know ...    
    
"Creeps that crawl and don't go to The Ball    
cos' their mouth's TOO BIG for the shoe to fit !”    
    
Characters Who Enlist ...
Behaving Like ... PIGS ... !!!    
    
Feeding From The Trough ...    
of Those NOT STRONG ... !!!    
    
YUP Those Who WREAK ...    
of ... "FEEBLE SPEECH" ... !!!    
    
Who Like To DICTATE ...    
Then ... EXTERMINATE ... !!!    
    
The Type of INGRATES ...    
BIG VIRGE ... ASSASSINATES ... !!!
    
Cos I'm A ... " CHARACTER ASSASSIN " ... !!!    
    
Whose Flows Are EVERLASTING ... !!!    
And Sometimes Kinda Funny ...    
Just Like  THAT ****** Bunny ... !!!    
    
"So, what's up son ... ???"
    
"The Doc's been hung !    
Your time has come to face questions ?"    
    
"What's that you say ... ?    
I ain't so great, okay okay,
well let me set you straight      
with these last lines !"
    
See My Character's STRONG ...    
While Yours ... BELONGS ...    
In A VERY .... "small box" ....    

Where Your … very small **** … !!!    
    
Can Feed Your Brain ...    
With ***** For Your Demons ... !!!
    
Son You Should REFRAIN ...    
From Taking AIM ...    
At Those Whose Prose ...    
Shows CHARACTER Bro ... !!!    

Cos' Your COLLATERAL ....    
Could Get DAMAGED ... !!!!!!!!    
    
When FACTUAL Words ...    
of ... Seminal Verse ...    
ERADICATE Those SLAMMING ... !!!    
    
Cos' Tha' Brother BIG VIRGE ...    
Is … Simply THIS ....    
    
The ........    
    
... "Character Assassin" ...
LISTEN HERE :

https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/character-assassin-recorded-at-shoestring-studios?in=user-16569179/sets/the-shoestring-acapellas
Daan Oct 2019
Ik vind het jammer
om jaloers te zijn
maar kan het soms
niet onderdrukken.

Het klimaat is klammer
als ik, klein, met mijn
focus op iets doms,
zeg dat het mij ook zou lukken.

Ik geef het je na, leg schuld aan eigen.
Je hebt goed gewerkt, ik ook maar anders
en moet niet steeds naar mezelf neigen.
Sorry dat ik jaloers was. Je hebt het verdiend.
Ik kom er misschien ook wel maar dat is nu niet relevant.
Het is voor iedereen beter als ik daarmee vrede kan nemen.
Unknown Girl Mar 2021
আমি দুঃখিত আমি উপস্থিত আছি
Ek is jammer dat ek bestaan
Me vjen keq qe ekzistoj
በመኖሩ አዝናለሁ
أنا آسف لوجودي
Iավում եմ, որ գոյություն ունեմ
Mövcud olduğum üçün üzr istəyirəm
Sentitzen dut existitzea
Мне шкада, што я існую
Žao mi je što postojim
Съжалявам, че съществувам
ငါတည်ရှိပြီးစိတ်မကောင်းပါဘူး
Lamento existir
Pasensya na nga naa ko
I'm balder than a bat, blinder than a cue ball & **** like pink claws
on a hammer, swifter than a termite & greasier than a wind-jammer
ice-probing the depths of my loving duct in the lime-light of glamor
to cruel jeers & sneers of a black-on-black rabble in Afrique clamor
near a quag where a ewe is rammed by a ram who's keen to ram her
I possess no compunction for selfless destruction, self employ, self-
destroy, self-destruct, luck-of-the-draw is drawn luck, oiled by muck
I'm balder than a bat, blinder than a cue ball & **** like pink claws
on a hammer, swifter than a termite & greasier than a wind-jammer
ice-probing the depths of my loving duct in the lime-light of glamor
to cruel jeers & sneers of a black-on-black rabble in Afrique clamor

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