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Opgedra aan ‘n kind wat gebliksem moet word. Deur: Desperaatheid en vrees Jy klim in en uit die ***** van bestaan, beide die rede vir liefde en die kind wat sy baar. Jy is ‘n drievoud van godelike hervertellings , want wie kan regtig liefde in ‘n enkel sin verhaal? Geminag , die seun van liefde en haat - jou einste bestaan ,van die vroegste paradoksale meesterstukke. Verewig , verewig tot ‘n kind tussen die Groottes wat blindlings onder jou boogpunt swik. Vir elke nasie ‘n ander droom Vir elke geloof ‘n ander naam en Vir elke mens ‘n ander god. Amor , oh Amor! Die sinnebeeld van liefde wat die mendsom verbly , maar Eros jou ramkat jou hupse hygelbek! Jou erotiese aanraak! (die begeer ek) En ek? Met my koker van lig en van goud, wat hulde blyk en bou en bring maar bestorwe le voor my Laurel oor ‘n lood-stomp pylpunt vir haar ‘n treuerlied sing! Amor, Amor word wakker! My son le liefdeloos in my bros hart , wat instaan teen logika – sterk op die oorlogspad! Jy wat na my heuning reik -met honger hande vieslik gryp en ek wat jou met angel steek in desperaatheid jou nat vel breek… “Oh moeder”, roep die wetter na bo vir die planete om aan te **** “Oh moeder, Oh liefde “ ,spat die sot se treur, “ *** kan so bietjie , so klein – so seer!” En die heumel druis soos die moeder lag haar humor eg , maar haar woorde sag: “ My naakseun, my hinksperd My fallus met vlerke! Jy ,nog ‘n roosknop. gaan ook so te werke! Aanvaar die poëtiese justitie Stil nou liefstetjie Lamtietie Damtietie …” Amor, Amor! Weerstaan tog skoonheid se wieggelied en wees my genadig! Begunstig my ten einde laaste , selfs vader tyd is verveeld met die son se enkelpad! *** lank nog wil jy sluimer? Amor, Amor! Tel weer op jou leisels en bring liefde op die wind my wereld lê in afwagting vir die dolfyn en sy kind! Wees my genadig, Amor! Deurboor my leemte met goud, ,want die bringer van lig is slapeloos en my hart is droewig en koud. Oh Amor, Amor! Ek weet jys nog jonk, maar *** speel jy dollos met lewe se vonk… Amor, Amor! Word wakker! Amor…
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 2:56 AM UTC
Amor, Amor!
Opgedra aan ‘n kind wat gebliksem moet word. Deur: Desperaatheid en vrees Jy klim in en uit die ***** van bestaan, beide die rede vir liefde en die kind wat sy baar. Jy is ‘n drievoud van godelike hervertellings , want wie kan regtig liefde in ‘n enkel sin verhaal? Geminag , die seun van liefde en haat - jou einste bestaan ,van die vroegste paradoksale meesterstukke. Verewig , verewig tot ‘n kind tussen die Groottes wat blindlings onder jou boogpunt swik. Vir elke nasie ‘n ander droom Vir elke geloof ‘n ander naam en Vir elke mens ‘n ander god. Amor , oh Amor! Die sinnebeeld van liefde wat die mendsom verbly , maar Eros jou ramkat jou hupse hygelbek! Jou erotiese aanraak! (die begeer ek) En ek? Met my koker van lig en van goud, wat hulde blyk en bou en bring maar bestorwe le voor my Laurel oor ‘n lood-stomp pylpunt vir haar ‘n treuerlied sing! Amor, Amor word wakker! My son le liefdeloos in my bros hart , wat instaan teen logika – sterk op die oorlogspad! Jy wat na my heuning reik -met honger hande vieslik gryp en ek wat jou met angel steek in desperaatheid jou nat vel breek… “Oh moeder”, roep die wetter na bo vir die planete om aan te **** “Oh moeder, Oh liefde “ ,spat die sot se treur, “ *** kan so bietjie , so klein – so seer!” En die heumel druis soos die moeder lag haar humor eg , maar haar woorde sag: “ My naakseun, my hinksperd My fallus met vlerke! Jy ,nog ‘n roosknop. gaan ook so te werke! Aanvaar die poëtiese justitie Stil nou liefstetjie Lamtietie Damtietie …” Amor, Amor! Weerstaan tog skoonheid se wieggelied en wees my genadig! Begunstig my ten einde laaste , selfs vader tyd is verveeld met die son se enkelpad! *** lank nog wil jy sluimer? Amor, Amor! Tel weer op jou leisels en bring liefde op die wind my wereld lê in afwagting vir die dolfyn en sy kind! Wees my genadig, Amor! Deurboor my leemte met goud, ,want die bringer van lig is slapeloos en my hart is droewig en koud. Oh Amor, Amor! Ek weet jys nog jonk, maar *** speel jy dollos met lewe se vonk… Amor, Amor! Word wakker! Amor…
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Impossible are desires in red red lingerie sign of personality on a red bed the passion in red sunset touches Impossible are desires in red red is the face of anger rede asily fades, unstable color red stains difficult to wash Impossible are desires in red red rose hidden among thorns red blood drops trail of thieves red sun reveals all Impossible are desires in red
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Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
In the red
Die rede vir die vlamme in hel is nie om die Duiwels te martel nie, maar om ons warm te hou. Onthou ons is koudbloedig...
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 7:02 AM UTC
Hel
*Binne d vlgde 20 min verjaar jy ~ jy word ouer ~ nog 'n jaar verby ~ waisted! Or so it feels! Ma net vi een rede... Its another year I did not spend with you!!! Jys my love at first sight! The love of my life!! And I'm not there wif you!!!! Ek hoop mt my hele hart ~ jy geniet jou aand! Weet net ek sit hier ~ en **** an jo wens ek was daar saam mt jo!!! Happy birthday!!*
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Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 2:01 PM UTC
Tanya Stander
wieso es nicht gelang wieso es gelang als sie mich suchten zum liebemachen als sie mich fanden zum liebemachen wer von ihnen sang wer von ihnen sang sie kamen in scharen mit freunden verwandten all jene damen all jene herren ich weiß nicht wann ich weiß nicht wo doch ich weiß wie ich weiß es wie mir ist bewusst: dichter und autoren werden keine liebe füreinander hegen (poet's note: my opinion on the last three verses above has fundamentally changed since i been publishing here.) liebe mich freund liebe mich freundin gib mir schenk mir suche mich finde mich ich habe mich auf der suche nämlich versucht kennst du, bruder, den weg? den zugfahrplan? die bedeutung der stahlstreben? ich brauche eine antwort von den damen den herren finde mich suche mich verschenke mich vergib mir denn ich schrieb über zivilisationen von witterung und gier witterung und gier freunde sind zwischen dem glitzern auf dem fluss versteckt wie perlen sie aufzuspüren zwischen dem wittern zwischen dem wittern während des witterns ich weiß nicht ob du weißt wovon ich rede ich rede aber das ist in ordnung freund aber das ist ok freundin wir müssen bloß bruder wir müssen bloß schwester fragen sie sitzen am gleis bei den zügen sie sind immer da wie der “ICH-BIN-DA” aus der kinderbibel meines sohnes verstehst du das? begreifst du das? fühlst du mich? viele afro-amerikaner fragen “you feel me?” wenn sie etwas ausdrücken und teilen wollen ich liebe diesen ausdruck er zeugt von etwas gutem, das manchen menschen fehlt auf der brust trage ich das tattoo welches du abschriebst in einer stunde aus schatten witterung gier ich wollte das ich wollte dass du zu mir kamst zwischen den schatten unter der gier über der witterung in einem augenblick des “you feel me” wie unsere häute glänzten wie unsere augen glitzerten wie unsere hände zitterten wie wir… ach komm! was sage ich dir, freund was sage ich dir, freundin du weißt es doch dir ist es bewusst denn du schriebst mein tattoo ab in ein buch mit perlweißen seiten ein buch mit onyxschwarzen seiten du bist perlweiß freund du bist onyxschwarz freundin du bist perlweiß freundin du bist onyxschwarz freund ich liebe habeshas ich liebe äthiopien ich liebe meine frau ich liebe meinen sohn ich liebe meine tochter you feel me?
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Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
Lied Von der Langen Ankunft (An Arrival Song)
wieso es nicht gelang wieso es gelang als sie mich suchten zum liebemachen als sie mich fanden zum liebemachen wer von ihnen sang wer von ihnen sang sie kamen in scharen mit freunden verwandten all jene damen all jene herren ich weiß nicht wann ich weiß nicht wo doch ich weiß wie ich weiß es wie mir ist bewusst: dichter und autoren werden keine liebe füreinander hegen (poet's note: my opinion on the last three verses above has fundamentally changed since i been publishing here.) liebe mich freund liebe mich freundin gib mir schenk mir suche mich finde mich ich habe mich auf der suche nämlich versucht kennst du, bruder, den weg? den zugfahrplan? die bedeutung der stahlstreben? ich brauche eine antwort von den damen den herren finde mich suche mich verschenke mich vergib mir denn ich schrieb über zivilisationen von witterung und gier witterung und gier freunde sind zwischen dem glitzern auf dem fluss versteckt wie perlen sie aufzuspüren zwischen dem wittern zwischen dem wittern während des witterns ich weiß nicht ob du weißt wovon ich rede ich rede aber das ist in ordnung freund aber das ist ok freundin wir müssen bloß bruder wir müssen bloß schwester fragen sie sitzen am gleis bei den zügen sie sind immer da wie der “ICH-BIN-DA” aus der kinderbibel meines sohnes verstehst du das? begreifst du das? fühlst du mich? viele afro-amerikaner fragen “you feel me?” wenn sie etwas ausdrücken und teilen wollen ich liebe diesen ausdruck er zeugt von etwas gutem, das manchen menschen fehlt auf der brust trage ich das tattoo welches du abschriebst in einer stunde aus schatten witterung gier ich wollte das ich wollte dass du zu mir kamst zwischen den schatten unter der gier über der witterung in einem augenblick des “you feel me” wie unsere häute glänzten wie unsere augen glitzerten wie unsere hände zitterten wie wir… ach komm! was sage ich dir, freund was sage ich dir, freundin du weißt es doch dir ist es bewusst denn du schriebst mein tattoo ab in ein buch mit perlweißen seiten ein buch mit onyxschwarzen seiten du bist perlweiß freund du bist onyxschwarz freundin du bist perlweiß freundin du bist onyxschwarz freund ich liebe habeshas ich liebe äthiopien ich liebe meine frau ich liebe meinen sohn ich liebe meine tochter you feel me?
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Life is a journey with hills and winding roads for me to travel as I bestow. There are paths that cross and dead-end streets. There are plenty of detours and obstacles to meet. One day I found myself on a lone highway when I became aware I had lost my way. I looked around to my concern and wondered when I had made a wrong turn. I looked for a sign to tell me my location and found myself reflecting upon my initial destination.           My passage through life has lost its intention. I wander across trails of no ambition. Wearily I struggle to fight dejection... as I span the horizon contemplating my direction. East, South, West, or North, I must decide in order to go forth. Feeling overwhelmed I fall to my knees and ask Goddess Diana to help me please.           I hear a voice inside me say, ”My dear child, you know your way. Follow your heart it will always lead to paths of splendor and the way to succeed. Remember the words of our Wiccan Rede, and the three fold law must you heed. Be of true heart and goodwill, and ye harm none do what ye will.”           I rise to my feet and look to the west remembering now my journeys quest. I watch an eagle fly towards the sea and knew all was well, So Mote It Be!
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Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
Life Is A Journey
Ek is in so n goeie mood. Ek wil dans Ek wil sing Ek wil hop en spring. Musiek is die rede Want.. Weg is my verlede.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:37 PM UTC
Dit wat ek voel.
dit reen altyd iewers in kaapstad en altyd iewers in my hart branders golf diep binne my nes jy is hulle altyd vry jy weet ek haat jou nog partykeer net so tussen die branders se golf en kom weer hou my vas en ek sit waar ek sit en jy weet van die dinge wat ek nie kan vergeet so hier sit ek en sug en onthou van die diep merk op my gewrig en weet van die rede hoekom ek hier sit en maak vrede met myself en met jou wat my nie meer vashou
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
ek en jy
Bide the Wiccan law ye must, in perfect heart and perfect trust. Eight words the Wiccan Rede fulfill An' harm ye none, do what ye will. What ye put forth comes back to thee, so ever mind the rule of three. Follow this with mind and heart, Merry ye meet and merry ye part.
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Wiccan Rede
Somewhere in Cape town it always rains And in some part of my heart the rain always stays Waves crash deep within me Like you,  they are always free You know sometimes I still hate you Just in between the waves build up and break through Hold me tight and I sit where i Isit and you know Of all the things I cannot let go So here I sigh and sit And remember the deep scars on my wrists And we remember the reasons Why I sit here quietly and let peace in Peace for myself and I'm letting you be You who no longer hold onto me Ek en jy dit reen altyd iewers in kaapstad en altyd iewers in my hart branders golf diep binne my nes jy is hulle altyd vry jy weet ek haat jou nog partykeer net so tussen die branders se golf en kom weer hou my vas en ek sit waar ek sit en jy weet van die dinge wat ek nie kan vergeet so hier sit ek en sug en onthou van die diep merk op my gewrig en weet van die rede hoekom ek hier sit en maak vrede met myself en met jou wat my nie meer vashou
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
You and I (ek en jy translated)
When Michael Collins came, first from the courts of England, which in low and lofty Londoun lately were helde, while Thames there with treachery and treasoun did truly ring, was Ireland ill split and beset with ignoble stryfe.   Yet there a land lately formed was, where still folk lyve on mydllerde. Though it is not in this warlike time of Dev that we our tale do set, after these tymes of troubling stryfe, contentioun salted still the land. Fine Fail and Fine Gael, then foes many yeres remained till noblest amongst them, in qualities none lacking, did do battle in old Dublin and vanquish the dred enemy.   That mon who dreded nought, nightly then held his court in fair Dail Eirinn.   Enda was called that man, and everysince has his noble courte endured.   There, as Chrystmasse came, was assembled his cabinet fayre: there Sir Wilmore the red, who waited on the grete lorde in readiness.   There with grete courtesey, the kings coins to keep, sat Sir Noonan the balde.   There Sir Reilly, learned in lore of leach and herb, who on erde had little left to lerne.   Eek Sir Varadkar the gaye who granted was, the grete kinges horses to groome.   Laste, the lovely layde Burton, who, the rede rose of Wilmore would long after carry.   Other knyghtes numerous were there, but of these now, nought will I tell, for fallen to feasting were this fayre companye al and fayne would I not, in tedious trials of descriptioun, your patience for to trye.
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
The Tale of Sir Enda, prologue
MY LIGHTBULB MOMENT (Spiritual Awakening) BY KRISTIE TOWNSEND 5 July 2012 at 21:38 MY LIGHTBULB MOMENT BY KRISTIE TOWNSEND Be careful what you wish for for one day it may come true I used to jest about my wishes in a time before I discovered, just what Magick can do Karma, I didn't really think that much of and I'd never even heard of 'The Threefold Law' didn't pay any attention to spirits and I'd never considered that I may have been here before! What the heck's 'The Wiccan Rede"? Is it something I want or need??!! So what if I should harm someone Has this not before, to me, been done?? Why would anyone believe in what can't be touched nor seen? In Perfect Love? And In Perfect Trust?? What's That supposed to mean?? And why should I read some poetry Written by a woman called Doreen?? Then In my light bulb moment, as quick as a flash! I thought 'Now I see what the fuss is all about' and at that very second, for Magick I fell hard and fast! Saddened for a minute, thinking of what Joy so far I'd lived with out! My only regret is that I didn't discover sooner, universal energy, I should have walked this path long before now For Magick and its power, have opened my eyes - OH and How??!! WOW Some people think I'm weird, Others think i'm mad I came out of my spiritual broom closet and for that I'm so very glad! I'm looking forward to my future with wide and enthusiastic eyes long gone are empty days all alone no more sleepless nights, filled with self-pitying cries I'm the happiest that I have ever been Thanks to energies that remain untouched, unseen IN PERFECT LOVE & IN PERFECT TRUST I will follow My Destiny, My Heart, My Dreams - I MUST! by Kristie Townsend 12.11.08
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Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
MY LIGHT BULB MOMENT
MY LIGHTBULB MOMENT (Spiritual Awakening) BY KRISTIE TOWNSEND 5 July 2012 at 21:38 MY LIGHTBULB MOMENT BY KRISTIE TOWNSEND Be careful what you wish for for one day it may come true I used to jest about my wishes in a time before I discovered, just what Magick can do Karma, I didn't really think that much of and I'd never even heard of 'The Threefold Law' didn't pay any attention to spirits and I'd never considered that I may have been here before! What the heck's 'The Wiccan Rede"? Is it something I want or need??!! So what if I should harm someone Has this not before, to me, been done?? Why would anyone believe in what can't be touched nor seen? In Perfect Love? And In Perfect Trust?? What's That supposed to mean?? And why should I read some poetry Written by a woman called Doreen?? Then In my light bulb moment, as quick as a flash! I thought 'Now I see what the fuss is all about' and at that very second, for Magick I fell hard and fast! Saddened for a minute, thinking of what Joy so far I'd lived with out! My only regret is that I didn't discover sooner, universal energy, I should have walked this path long before now For Magick and its power, have opened my eyes - OH and How??!! WOW Some people think I'm weird, Others think i'm mad I came out of my spiritual broom closet and for that I'm so very glad! I'm looking forward to my future with wide and enthusiastic eyes long gone are empty days all alone no more sleepless nights, filled with self-pitying cries I'm the happiest that I have ever been Thanks to energies that remain untouched, unseen IN PERFECT LOVE & IN PERFECT TRUST I will follow My Destiny, My Heart, My Dreams - I MUST! by Kristie Townsend 12.11.08
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FIRST ONES She sits by the fire and stirs her *** the day has been a long one and tonight's new moon means no sleep tonight for there are times right for harvest and can be done no other time The folks of the village depend on her art for to bring new life and easing the pain of the living as well as honouring the dead There is no Rede or three by three here no shiny wands or talismans she is elder here and thus respected perhaps feared but she lives her life alone She was the beginning a first footer here seeking only to serve little profit is found outside of the town What would she thinks of our books and our Rede She who never learned to read Was She more or less then I? Did She seek to lead? Would she smile at our toys our trinkets and beads or shake her head and turn to leave I wonder what the First Ones would see looking now at me and thee Solita - 2007
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Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
The First One's
Forçado a um habito falho Esfaqueando a face que eu sou Encimentando um mundo que mal começou Estrangulando todos os meus pensamentos Oh, mergulhe no meu coração E acenda a alma da minha substancia E se apresente como meu purgatorio Enquanto eu me balanço nessa rede de discórdia Sobre essa mar de ruinas Me afaste dessas fraquezas Me ilumine com seus pesadelos E acabe com minha juventude Com seus sonhos doentios
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
Escravo por seu amor
was ist es nur, dass es tut dass ich nicht mehr bin ich selbst unter tausend, selbst bei dir Sonnenstrahlen fallen gut lassen glitzern lassen fallen setzen sie in Ironie lassen los und trocknen leise was ich nannte Melancholie was ist es nur, dass es tut dass ich weine, nicht mehr rede selbst bei dir, du der meine du sagst es ist vier Uhr vier lassen sagen ohne Worte was ich nicht zu fühlen vermag halten fest verlieren sich verlieren mich verlier ich dich sie flüstern leise du bist so stolz
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Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 1:22 PM UTC
Kleopatras Tränen I
Quero seu perdão Quero amor pra vida inteira E não só no verão Quero comer feijoada e depois deitar na rede Quero seu beijo com gosto de brigadeiro Quero sua barba mal feita Quero sua camiseta lisa na minha cama desarrumada Quero ser sua Lisbela e ser sua Margarida Ter paixão de novela e comercial de margarina Posso te amar a vida inteira
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Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:11 AM UTC
Amor de sertão
see, there is a dream that is always in bloom it's moving in shades of the brightest maroon while conscious of darkness that comes with the night the moon has no time be part of its fight there's something much greater than wasting the air may breaths we are given be offered with care intention has painted The Truth on our bones and waits for your blood to give Life to your home we've planted our seeds in our walk on this earth and if they be many let each of them birth a vine of redemption, a fruit that is whole concealed by a shell that will shelter your soul
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Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
Sunday
Each day arrives sweetly survives surreal havoc eternal held within. Words of stranger kind soothsayer throws a song heart’s resort. Spirit thrives flight inclined higher Notion takes the lead. Now Here Nowhere sphere Breathing Dreaming intrigued Innocence plead. Today try seek wide sky secrets all point All. Happy the I looking inside unravel anew old sinew. I will survive storm, tide Live Design’s rede.
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 1:14 PM UTC
ramble
Schnee bedeckt die Baumspitzen Wir halten uns warm mit unseren Blicken, Küssen und den schlechten Witzen Schnee bedeckt die Felder Wir stehen wie angewurzelt umringt von eisiger Kälte, den Raben und der Stille der Wälder Schnee bedeckt die Wege Wir geben uns Halt, Arm in Arm hören uns zu, jedes Wort, jeder Satz jede noch so lange Rede hält uns warm Schnee bedeckt fast jeden Ort In uns schmilzt jegliches Eis jede erdenkliche Schneefläche ganz plötzlich, direkt, sofort In uns herrscht kein kalter und bedrückender Winter In uns herrscht warmer und unbeschwerter Sommer
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Dec 11, 2023
Dec 11, 2023 at 5:10 AM UTC
Weiße Decke
FIRST ONES She sits by the fire and stirs her *** the day has been a long one and tonight's new moon means no sleep tonight for there are times right for harvest and can be done no other time The folks of the village depend on her art for to bring new life and easing the pain of the living as well as honouring the dead There is no Rede or three by three here no shiny wands or talismans she is elder here and thus respected perhaps feared but she lives her life alone She was the beginning a first footer here seeking only to serve little profit is found outside of the town What would she thinks of our books and our Rede She who never learned to read Was She more or less then I? Did She seek to lead? Would she smile at our toys our trinkets and beads or shake her head and turn to leave I wonder what the First Ones would see looking now at me and thee Solita - 2007
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Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 4:24 PM UTC
FIRST ONES.
Love an thy be brief: a fire; doth ete the flames it mete and chars the meat. Love an thy be long a river; e’er rampant as air and never err.
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Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
Love, Rede
Dear Lord, hear the cry of your child here She can't defy, please, slay down her fear bless her now, lord, with your mighty faith so never shall shake, she in this wraith. Dear Father, you are the real healer fend for her, Abba, as you need her Guide their hands, in her operation Guide her spirit, in her salvation Lord, the father of the fatherless reckon your daughter in her distress the miracle, it isn't from the doctors not their will, mercy, but her father's Let this day be her testimony for you saved her from her agony the cancer in her flesh, you designed for her good, she knows, so will not mind All in this world prays for compassion Father, let them see her, your creation Let them read her life, your rede to them Abba, claim her spirit, sign with your thumb
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Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:31 PM UTC
Abba, claim her spirit, sign with your thumb (A prayer for Neena's Surgery and Recovery)
As jy weer in jou dagboek skryf Onthou Dat daar rede genoeg is Om te bly vashou Die goue blaar in die somerson, En die blou moederkappies Hulle wag nog steeds vir jou Teen tafelberg Waar onskuldige bloed nog steeds Vermeng is met die sout see water Daai water wat ons voorouers gedra het naar hierdie land van prag en praal Het jou bevry en weggedra naar n plek ver hier vandaan Ook al is ek en jy deur afstand en tyd geskei Hou ek daai oop bladsy Van jou treurigheid Langs my sy
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Oct 28, 2023
Oct 28, 2023 at 7:12 PM UTC
Ingrid Jonker
Ons kyk almal daarvoor. Ons wil almal dit hê. Ons het almal dit nodig. Maar die waarheid is. Dit bestaan ​​nie eens nie. Want alhoewel ons wil glo. Dat ons hier vir 'n rede is. Die feit is dat daar geen rede is nie. En dit. Is die antwoord.
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Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
Antwoord.