"sweer" poems
Dit was daar
Ń knal in die nag
Skerper as die dop-klank
Van dinamiet in dolomiet
En gevaarliker as klapperskiet;
Die knal in die nag...
"Dit was daar op stemdag "
, sê ek.
Dit was... ekt gehoor!
Skiet ek my siel uit
Teen die leë gehoor
"Dankie my bokkie"
,Met x'e gekys
Help nie my hart nie
X'e is ook maar ń tipe kruis
Ñ tipe graf in afwag
Ń tipe nood, ń stille dood.
Dan tref die waarheid my hard
Soos ń gewyde plathand
Van ń skietman of ń doodsman
Dis jou land , dis díe land
Hoekom nou skielik bang?
Ekt dit gehoor, ekt dit gehoor
Ek sweer op die graf
Van die gesneuwelde stem.
Maar nou kom noem-
Moet ek erken...
Ek vrees die geweerskoot
Meer as die galg
Wat stil is soos slange
Wat my wurg en my walg.
Ek is banger vir die knal
Wat die hele buurt vang
As die halfpad val
En heeltyd hang
Soos kleintyd speeltyd
Van rodswaai en my lyfie
Aan toue op hang.
Wats ñ geweerskoot nou
Teen die monsters van binne
Wat klou om te hou.
Raak rustig , haal asem
, toe nou bedaar.
Jy weet mos jou denke
Was maar nog altyd
Jou grootste gevaar.
- wanneer geweerskote in
kopskote verander...
Raak die wêreld donker
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
A gentle squeeze of the hand
A blushing cheek meets his eye
His heart aches, her cheeks blush
Like cherries in a hot pink pie.
He kisses her face, on the side
of her itsy bitsy nose.
She giggles, plays into his hands
Which is holding a **** rose.
His blood rushes round,
he enquires of her intention
She looks at her diary, free next week
the next day does not get a mention.
Disappointment darkens the hour
He fiddles with his tie
She grabs his tie and pulls him closer
and her wet sparkly lips taste of cherry pie.
So sweer the embrace, so full of "I want more"
She relaxes, his hand slides down
and unlocks the key of the door.
That key is stiff he thought
better loosen the grip
She pants, he blushes and
finally reveals her little slip.
So silky, so divine, it falls to the floor
So passionate, so forgiving
and she bolts hastily through the door.
"Come back" he shouts, but she has gone
"Not likely" she retorts, what's your game?
He is confused, as men usually are
"But I thought you wanted the same".
Men and women are from two planets
Men from Zog and women from mars.
Men, well we cant do without them
their annoying habits and love of cars.
Women, we are good stuff, I have to say
But at the end of the day, we're all the same
We like our love in the old fashioned way.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
It's been three years since the last time
Now you have long braids that touches
The perfect curve of your back and sometimes I imagine that God used his sharpest tool when he made you
The biggest mystery is that you understand me, and I you, our spirits or our past lives are somehow connected. Past loves that were sweer never measured, made love with them then thought about calling you
That nose ring and the gold on the sweet blackberries of your chest makes you royalty.
but why do I see you beside me in my dreams?
Forget it, let's just enjoy this new years eve
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
The light often dazzled her sleepless night,
she spent that midnight blue,
faced the stars, rays of moon,
the sweer clouds and somenight rains wet her skin..
But that light never left her alone.
It warm'd her wet skin,
make her enough swith,
She reached her goal she ever wanted.
Now, somewhere she feel the light
As blessings of her lost loving
Grandmom.
#light #faith #blessings #goal
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC