"jammer" poems
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.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC
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
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
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
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
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.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
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.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
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
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
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.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
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
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
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.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
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.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
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...
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
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
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
This rock and roll analogy like liquor
The bang hits with a bust
But the drums go quicker
WAMMER JAMMER
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:47 AM UTC
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
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Space rocking
Rocking and rolling
Guitar strolling
Sell out crowd
Speakers
Bang crack
Loud.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
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
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC