"kak" poems
Trek my siel uit met swart onlogiese krapmerke op my pick n pay strokie.
Breek my fingers af op n hout skryf blad
en hou die honde naby vir die bene wat spat.
Vermergel dan my vellies
en gooi dit op n graf
en se dis vir al die girlys
-dis van papers wat smag.
Edel en opreg is die regter se kaf.
Heilig is die helde van die bars van die nag.
Ons onthou die spoke van Oranje stad,
Ons kleef aan hulle woorde soos n tros vol kak.
Ons hou van die serries en die doef van Jak,
En moenie met my stry nie ek sal jou in pak.
Melodie jou wysie met ewige tone,
mengel mooi jou woordtjies met jou oulike drome.
Hou die fort van veiligheid en nasionalisme,
Wees n patriot en vermoor Anglisisme.
Beskerm jou mother language teen n kombuis taal.
Daar is niks in hierdie wereld wat die taal mag vaal.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
Agressie kook in my siel
Dit brand soos warm olie
Ek is kwaad.
So fokken kwaad.
Alles is kak
En ek is vasgevang
In 'n eindelose storm
Van sweet en rooi
My wese donder en brul
So.
Liewe Wereld,
Jou ma se poes.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
Kyk met horlosie swaai
kom wysheid , op een of ander manier...
Wanneer hardebaard hardehout fyn skuur
en boeta begin skuim pis-
dan is dit mos als goed en wel...
Jy's nou volwasse en verandwoordelik
vir jou kak, vir my kak en sommer die kakbak...
... en dan mag jy mos nou nie bloedkook nie
want daardie potte kom moeilik skoon
en behoed jy kort van dtraad raak
want as iemand nie aan jou been trek nie - wel ja
maar soms kom daardie klein
snotkoppie gees deur
as ander "volwassenes" vergeet
om die plooie die dag aan te plak.
Dan draai alles terug
en ek wens dat ek weer oud en koud
onder die kuwe kon raak,
want demoer in raak ek gougou
vir grootmens doeke en dommies.
Kyk ,sommige kak
moet maar net kinderkak bly,
want as my kinderhart weer vlam vat
is ek weer die duiwel se kind.
Dan draai ***** en giggles vinnig om
en wys ek *** snaaks dit kan wees
as mense val en seerkry.
Laat ek nou maar asemhaal
my das regtrek en heut...
ek is nou groot,
moet mos eintlik van beter weet.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
ya vijy vi volnyetes' moi dryg
y vas tryasytsy ryki, plyashyt nogi
vi pozabili vsex i kajdogo vokryg
boyas' svernyt' s pryamoi kak shest dorogi.
*** vistypaet, v ygolkax glaz stoyat slezi
ne v sostoyanii stoyat', sidet' i govorit'
vi plachite, dlya vas vse tak ser'ezdno
moi dorogoi, ny kak tak mojno jit'.
no ne volnyisya, dryg moi
podojdi;
vi rano so schetov spisali vas je;
i esli mi seichas ne pobedim
to vperedi mi viigraet i dvajdi.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
Ya hachu skazat— ya ochin tupoy.
Ya ni znayu kak nayti ma-yo zutdba.
Moy Bog. post budit Chronie Chelovek, kak eta krasivya Luna.
Ya magu begat.
Ya magu mnogo sdelat'.
Ya adeen chelovek, chto lubit Chornaya Luna.
.
I want to say— I am very stupid.
I do not know how to find my own destiny.
My God, let it be a Black Person, like a beautiful Moon.
I can run.
I can do a lot.
I am one person, who loves the Black Moon.
Apr 23, 2025
Apr 23, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
i o nim iskrą w rrdze,
w gre na tło innych
narodziń -
i nim o iskre:
krzemień o krzemień -
i kość o kość - nauka kaligrafii...
jak i ten co o męke
łuku ziemi w dary
oddać pierw chciał nic, a potem proch -
o potem kichnąć
w sto braci leczy naród prośbą! też jak ja,
obudzić ozór! **** powiadomił...
niechaj ten ozór - horongiew nasza -
akcentów ilości sie zajada,
bo tyle umie -
i tyle wyzna - jak i słowem sie
zachwyci: po rosaj i po germańsku -
na weekend - i tym tam,
na czeł Mongoła: zapomnień, i
zapomniawszy: zwany Lach, hujem
przez sukiennice i kreski sławnych tabu
ilokroci -
i ta bida... stokroci.
siała baba mak... ni widziała jak...
chlop... chlop... chlop...
siała baba mak, ni widiała jak...
bo tu kurvasiet chłop! chłop!
kak duszy Khrushchev? ni pomogje!
naz gu!
niet harasho! niet! haraшo?
Las Vegas etя: Lon-don, Pa-ri-ri Piri Piri
Mex hey ** i co. - etc.
******* ****** Bahamas **** cult яя.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
Gul Kak On A Walk..
Gul Kak.. You and Me did go on a walk..
On these roads where we had spent our youth and stalk,
These are the roads of our yester years,
When we were young and ye yet to see the light of days,
Many a times have we trampled these stormy roads,
Sometimes a laborer and often a coolie in many ways,
Our work was honest as honesty itself could be,
And earned a buck that fed our family happily,
Now on these same roads we do see,
Treacherous folks in the guise of nobility,
Ah these tramps don't remember HIM,
That sees all and knows all and the human whim,
Gone are those days of simplicity,
When our women folk would walk freely,
It is not the time that has changed,
But humans and its values deranged,
So we are come to the brink,
Where the roads end without any side link,
Gul Kak is sad to see it end this way,
That before long he asks his friends to take a walk the old way..,
If your soul is clean and heart so pure,
Come join Gul Kak in this walk for sure,
Gul Kak You and Me did go on a walk,
On those roads where we had spent our youth and stalk.
(By: Khan, BA)
Author's Note...
( Gul Kak is a fictional character, honest, patriotic and very much in love with his land. He is amazed at the way the time has changed and his land that he loves, has been razed. So, he takes a walk on the same roads… Down the memory lane.)
Gul Kak is a fictional character who is sad to see the change from the simple days to present larcenous ways
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC
There are no words for how I feel,
The feeble English feels unreal,
So I turn to other languages,
To tell me how I feel.
French says Bonjour,
Its word is "Amour,"
Russian says "Kak",
But it puts me farther back.
I look to Icelandic for an answer,
But all I get is "ást",
So I choose Latin,
And I hurry fast,
I type in my question,
And it says "tamquam" last.
Perhaps I'll find another language,
One I'll perfectly enjoy,
But for now, I'll stick with English,
And I'll say what it says.
"Like" and "Love".
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC