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‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
Two Forms of Nonsense
‘…. and now, here’s Rick with the latest Market news…’ ‘Val, trading was very brisk today, with a number of influences that set the market off to some defined trends and statements. Of course, the Human Virtue Exchange always seems to rely on the volatility that resides ‘between the ears’ as noted by the veteran brokers on the floor, but the sharp ranges of prices offered versus profit taking has set the bar very high in the relative value of Basic Human Virtue. Now to the numbers: Courage [WHOME], Patience [PP], and former market darling Perseverance [GULP], all varied widely today on news from Washington that their value was doomed to fall in the light of the expected growth of Persistence [IAM] which history has shown to be a marked drag on just about everything. Outside of the self –efficacy bazaar, old standbys Ambition [HVY], Curiosity [WDF], Industry [HAHA] and Temperance [BFD], continued their free fall into uncharted areas of cost and return. Some analysts feel these virtues could be a real bargain in the future despite their history of poor performance. Could a comeback not seen since collapse of the Protestant Hypocrisy Era be in the works? We’ll see as the lack of movement in the Kindness-Generosity-Forgiveness-Compassion Index [FARAWAY] leads many to believe that the end of Politeness [UPYRS], Un-pretentiousness [ME-ME], Self Control [NWAY] and Sportsmanship [LONGONE], may lead to a complete miss-understanding between casual market players and devotees to the cause. The ratios cannot lie. But without a doubt, today’s big winner was Self Respect [YUP] which jumped and amazing 40 points before active trading ceased at the bell. So people feel real good about themselves for reasons that cannot be explained by the Ego File Indicator alone; this causes this reporter to predict that Naval Gazing [MOM] remains a ‘Hot to Trot’ stock fund and the Vanity market is always a good bet. Now, here’s Carl with today’s Human Emotion Exchange report……’
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I have longed for this year since fourth grade When I learned what a val-e-dic-tor-ian was And realized I wanted to be one. I have longed for this year since I was fifteen And wanted to leave home Go out and explore the bigger world Free of parents and noisy siblings. I have longed for this year since my first college tour And I saw the hubbub The libraries, the labs, the dorms, the giant sweatshirts And noticed how small and quiet my high school was. We picked out caps and gowns Red We lead the pep rallies now The loudest yet We're taking physics, and calculus, and the SATs Feeling scholarly We picked out how our names appear on our diplomas First M. Last We have our licenses Drive to school We fill out college applications endlessly And endlessly... We picked our prom theme Great Gatsby We're getting lazy very quickly Senioritis Graduation keeps us going Graduation is the goal Graduation is the light at the end of the tunnel Graduation in June Graduation in red polyester Graduation in the sun Graduation is the end But wait. Hold up. Stop. Stop. STOP! Seven more months with you? You, who I've stared at for four years? You, whose smiles make my day? You, whose face I look for in crowds? You, who are the most amazing person I've ever met? You, who I haven't even asked out? You, who have no idea who I feel? You, who might by some miracle possibly feel the same way? You, who I'll regret never making a move with for the rest of my life? You? Seven. Months.? HOLD UP SENIOR YEAR SLOW DOWN GRADUATION THERE'S A BOY.
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Senior
I have longed for this year since fourth grade When I learned what a val-e-dic-tor-ian was And realized I wanted to be one. I have longed for this year since I was fifteen And wanted to leave home Go out and explore the bigger world Free of parents and noisy siblings. I have longed for this year since my first college tour And I saw the hubbub The libraries, the labs, the dorms, the giant sweatshirts And noticed how small and quiet my high school was. We picked out caps and gowns Red We lead the pep rallies now The loudest yet We're taking physics, and calculus, and the SATs Feeling scholarly We picked out how our names appear on our diplomas First M. Last We have our licenses Drive to school We fill out college applications endlessly And endlessly... We picked our prom theme Great Gatsby We're getting lazy very quickly Senioritis Graduation keeps us going Graduation is the goal Graduation is the light at the end of the tunnel Graduation in June Graduation in red polyester Graduation in the sun Graduation is the end But wait. Hold up. Stop. Stop. STOP! Seven more months with you? You, who I've stared at for four years? You, whose smiles make my day? You, whose face I look for in crowds? You, who are the most amazing person I've ever met? You, who I haven't even asked out? You, who have no idea who I feel? You, who might by some miracle possibly feel the same way? You, who I'll regret never making a move with for the rest of my life? You? Seven. Months.? HOLD UP SENIOR YEAR SLOW DOWN GRADUATION THERE'S A BOY.
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Terwyl jy hom ignoreer, Trek iemand anders sy aandag. Die liefde val weg. Die hartseer raak minder. Gevoel van alleen wees is nie meer sleg. Ja jy voel beter, Maar ook maak dit seerder. Jy verloor hom. Hy verloor jou. Se my, waar is dit wat gebou was? Of was dit ook net n las? Ek weet, jy weet nie wat ek se nie, Maar nou hoef ek nie weer by jou aan te le nie.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Verlore liefde.
The missus bought a Paperback   ...at Val Village, Saturday,   I had a look inside her bag;   ....T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".   Well I just left her to it,   And at ten I went to bed.   An hour later she appeared;   The sight filled me with dread…..   In her left she held a rope;   And in her right a whip!   She threw them down upon the floor,   And then began to strip.   Well fifty years or so ago;   I might have had a peek;   But Mabel hasn't weathered well;   She's eighty four next week!!   Watching Mabel bump and grind;   Could not have been much grimmer.   And things then went from bad to worse;   She toppled off her Zimmer!   She struggled back upon her feet;   A couple minutes later;   She put her teeth back in and said   .....I am the dominater !!   Now if you knew our Mabel,   You'd see just why I spluttered,   I'd spent two months in traction   For the last complaint I'd uttered.   She stood there **** and naked   Bent forward just a bit   I went to hold her, sensual like   and stood on her left ***   Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;   My god what had I done!?   She moaned and groaned then shouted out:   "Step on the other one"!!   Well readers, I can't tell no more;   About what occurred that day.   Suffice to say my jet black hair,   Turned fifty shades of Grey.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
50 shades of gray - a husbands view written by john summers
I came here for a vacation i didnt expect to meet you. But now you got my attention, And id like to get to know you. You’re pretty you’re fun and you’re kind. I dont know if ur gay or straight but the way you act got my attention. And i guess i could say, i like you. You helped me in San Juan when i was walking way up front, u didnt know u helped me cuz u thought i was sleepy since it was 3am. You didnt know that when you placed ur hand on my back then held my hand, it helped me & snapped me out of what was happening inside me. Iv liked u since i met you that night. I like how fun you are. I liked when u played beer pong & when u danced at thw party we went to. And for some reason when you blew me a friendly kiss last night as u said hi, it made me warm inside, made me happy. i know you see me as just a friend & i see u the same way but also as a crush… I hope we hang a lil more before i leave. you’re fun to be around. So can i get to know you? & you can get to know me too :)
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC
Dear Val,
ek het iemand nodig om namens my te bid, te pleit my gebede val soos ouds op dowe ore ongehoor ek voel oud en alleen uit gesmyt ek het nou op gehou pm te glo ek kan toor ek het ver geval en seer gekry ek het op gegee op my my kop en my lyf probeer mekaar so ver moontlik vermy weereens het ek myself verloor ek is te moeg om op te staan om weer te begin soek ek is bang vir die kry, die kruis verhoor ek voel teen gekant en vervloek ek is niks nie anyways
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
my tattoo
In my droom wereld... Daar, in die verte, is n bed vir as ek moeg raak. n Berg wat ek gebruik as n kuns muur. En n oop veld vol rose. Bo my, die blou lug met reen druppels wat val, maar wat nie nat maak nie. My gedagtes wat rond sweef. musiek wat gehoor word maar nie gesien word nie. En dan, jy. n Bed vir my en jou. Jou naam op die berg met klippe, gevorm soos harte, gepak. n Oop veld rose wat jou emosie kleur wys. Reen druppels wat val, wys my jou trane. My gedagtes wat vir jou wys *** spesiaal jy is vir my. Musiek om als te laat kalmeer. En jy, vir my om lief te he, sonder om te stres oor wat jy sal **** of se as jy weet jy is die een wat ek wil he.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
In my droom wereld...
I Love Pie & You Sweetie Pie! I Love Pie & You Sweetie Pie Love pumpkin pie its so good Awe taste just like it should Love lemon pie with a touch of **** Love it deep down in my heart I love jello pie it's so sweet The way it wiggles it's so neat! Love pie of banana cream And chocolate is my dream I love blueberry too It's so good & blue I love BlackBerry too awe so sweet and black Pick em right off the vines and put em in a sack I love apple pie topped with cheese Oh and make that a scoop of val ice cream please Oh and also the Apple Dutch Oh how I love it so much! Custard Boston and Zesty Lime, Whip Cream Humble and Rhubarb all the time! Quick Set Frozen Cream Pie and Oreo Cookie Crust Sweet Tatter and Velvet Turtle Now that's a must! But my favorite pie of all is true That's my favorite pie "Sweetie Pie" it's you! WrittenBy:BarbieKirk 11-24-14 5:09am www.allpoetry.com/RainbowBlessings © Barbie Kirk . All rights reserved, 16 hours ago
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
I Love Pie & You Sweetie Pie!
My kinderjare was Soetsappige drome En ek het weggesluimer Agter suiwer onskuld, Met ń krag van geloof Wat my oortuig het dat My God ook jou God is... Dat elke pad ń onnodige Veiligheidsgordel verg Dat elke beursie ń oneindigheid van R20 Note besit het en dat Elke graf leeg was na die derde dag Dit was deur die verskillende stadia van bogenoemde Uiltjies knip wat my Tot die meerderheids Besef van addolosensie gebring het. Selfs al het ek teen ń Eksponensiële spoed Ń volwasse begrip ontwikkel ,Was my redenasie oor die Hiernamaals nog vaag Met slaap in die oog Eers toe daar een langs my Val En tien aan my sy Het die drakoniese deun Van die doodswek my Uit my snoesige slaap geruk. Met elke groef wat nuwe Paaie teer vir my trane, Elke silwer randjie wat Lostrek van die donker wolke En op my hoof kom rus Soos die koue staal Van ń koningin se swaard Wat my inlyf in die Sidderende realiteit van grootword en lewe Nou is die droom verby Nou staan ek op En vrees om plat te val... Ek oes en saai Met ń bekommernis of my ploeg iets sal maai... Nou word paaie ń lang gebed Ter beskerming van my hart Wat ek so maklik uitdeel En beursies ń kommoditeit Wat skree van die honger Soos die mense van ń land Wat al sy geloof verloor het... Nou brand die sand my voete En die seesout droog my vel... Nou word wraak ń amp En liefde ń kombinasie Van gifte en giwwe , maar ek sal nooit weet Wanneer is dit wat nie... Nou word lewe ń gebed. Ek het ophou my Kinder rympies sê, Nou bid ek pynlik swaar En hoop dat God Nog genade vir my en vir jou Sal hê Amen
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
Proses van besef
My kinderjare was Soetsappige drome En ek het weggesluimer Agter suiwer onskuld, Met ń krag van geloof Wat my oortuig het dat My God ook jou God is... Dat elke pad ń onnodige Veiligheidsgordel verg Dat elke beursie ń oneindigheid van R20 Note besit het en dat Elke graf leeg was na die derde dag Dit was deur die verskillende stadia van bogenoemde Uiltjies knip wat my Tot die meerderheids Besef van addolosensie gebring het. Selfs al het ek teen ń Eksponensiële spoed Ń volwasse begrip ontwikkel ,Was my redenasie oor die Hiernamaals nog vaag Met slaap in die oog Eers toe daar een langs my Val En tien aan my sy Het die drakoniese deun Van die doodswek my Uit my snoesige slaap geruk. Met elke groef wat nuwe Paaie teer vir my trane, Elke silwer randjie wat Lostrek van die donker wolke En op my hoof kom rus Soos die koue staal Van ń koningin se swaard Wat my inlyf in die Sidderende realiteit van grootword en lewe Nou is die droom verby Nou staan ek op En vrees om plat te val... Ek oes en saai Met ń bekommernis of my ploeg iets sal maai... Nou word paaie ń lang gebed Ter beskerming van my hart Wat ek so maklik uitdeel En beursies ń kommoditeit Wat skree van die honger Soos die mense van ń land Wat al sy geloof verloor het... Nou brand die sand my voete En die seesout droog my vel... Nou word wraak ń amp En liefde ń kombinasie Van gifte en giwwe , maar ek sal nooit weet Wanneer is dit wat nie... Nou word lewe ń gebed. Ek het ophou my Kinder rympies sê, Nou bid ek pynlik swaar En hoop dat God Nog genade vir my en vir jou Sal hê Amen
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**** jy die **** van yster-gordyn wat val en die aarde omhels ten laaste sy afwaartse versnelling. Dit maak seer mamma... Gewere word neergelê as ń universiële teken van hoop en vrede , maar verlang na ń lid van die geledere. Dit maak seer mamma... Ons was almal naïef; in ons drome was daar plek vir twee, Ń eindelose see waar ons kon wegvaar van die ontbindinde spoke van gister, waar ons ons hande in soutwater-poele kon was iewers langs die kus van versoening... Dit maak seer... Niemand sou kon raai dat die jare se snellertrek en loopgraaf grawwe jou eens sagte vel kon magnetiseer nie... *** kon ek voorsien dat jy ń bietjie van die geweld gaan steel het om vir jouself te hou nie. *** sou ek weet dat jou vingers jeuk sonder die dooie staal wat dit streel nie... Een skoot Twee skote Drie skote Ń eenman vuurpelaton reën op my neer en dring deur my ope arms... Jy het nog altyd ń plek in my hart gehad, maar nou het jy dit beset met lood en alle onskuld uitgerook met brandende kruit... Dit maak seer... Dele van jou hang nog swaar op al die plekke wat saakmaak en seermaak en trek my af grond toe... Eina... Liefde ek het altyd geweet ons het mekaar se ruë gehad... ek hey net nie geweet jy was besig om ń rooi kruis vir jou fissier op myne te verf nie... Dit maak seer mamma... Koebaai
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
Kuikens na 'n oorlog
Dig silwer linte dans na die maan in wolkpluime wat na die strerre toe maan ek is weer hartseer weer stukkend gebreek daarom nog 'n siggaret toestaan an my mense bestaan ek beaam my met die kwale van 'n ongebonde wereld wat pleit om liefde en genade wat soene soek in suikersoet wat drome droom so swart soos roet wat binne die lyne bly en so ook verlossing by hul neuse in lei want meisies is net slette as hulle saam die verkere perd saal of die slippie laat val na hul vir die aborsies betaal en seuns is net moffies as hul sukkel om 'n rugby bal te vang vergeet van die agsteman wat gretig na die flank se balle verlang vloek en laster bring God se toorn werk an jou eie vokken balk en los my doring dalk is jou masker meer heel as die van my... maar met elke krakie... is ek darem 'n krakie meer vry - as jy
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Vryheid in die krake
Lizard King, on the bar, from rooftops and over your legacy you took a swirling a **** drunk on blood with a treacherous witch high off acid. Grabbing your junk and exposing your genitals onstage passing out, failing the test of life and yet making the grade. You became and overweight bearded ******* weary and heavy like your poetic incoherent rambles with a voice like Sinatra when you really wanted to, like your average intoxicated uncle when you gave less of a **** in the studio, recording frustrations while getting ******** Opening the doors to the eyes of delusion and distortion the crystal ship sailed without causing so much confusion as to who you are, who you were and who you aspired to be the next great American wordsmith, “Light My Fire” is a fine tune, please sing it for me, without cussing me out, calling me a sellout and everything in between. Breaking through to the other side of madness wheels falling off riding by your roadhouse blues some might say Val Kilmer made an even better you a mirror image of the decimated natives of your youth. Abruptly moved to France to be the next Pepe Le Pew but instead took a ****** bath to the afterlife. Some loved your talent, others thought you made a prettier corpse so tonight I’ll toast your legacy of leather pants frat boy good looks, ****** off rants, Raiders on the Storm and checking out right after Hendrix you inconsiderate ****** I still love you though, with my heart crossed dearly dearest quintessential ******* Jim Morrison.
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Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
A Loving Poem to Jim (for those who knew him...)
Lizard King, on the bar, from rooftops and over your legacy you took a swirling a **** drunk on blood with a treacherous witch high off acid. Grabbing your junk and exposing your genitals onstage passing out, failing the test of life and yet making the grade. You became and overweight bearded ******* weary and heavy like your poetic incoherent rambles with a voice like Sinatra when you really wanted to, like your average intoxicated uncle when you gave less of a **** in the studio, recording frustrations while getting ******** Opening the doors to the eyes of delusion and distortion the crystal ship sailed without causing so much confusion as to who you are, who you were and who you aspired to be the next great American wordsmith, “Light My Fire” is a fine tune, please sing it for me, without cussing me out, calling me a sellout and everything in between. Breaking through to the other side of madness wheels falling off riding by your roadhouse blues some might say Val Kilmer made an even better you a mirror image of the decimated natives of your youth. Abruptly moved to France to be the next Pepe Le Pew but instead took a ****** bath to the afterlife. Some loved your talent, others thought you made a prettier corpse so tonight I’ll toast your legacy of leather pants frat boy good looks, ****** off rants, Raiders on the Storm and checking out right after Hendrix you inconsiderate ****** I still love you though, with my heart crossed dearly dearest quintessential ******* Jim Morrison.
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want my fyn porselein is nou skerwe op die vloer als wat goed is in die lewe; saam met die suur melk uitgemoer al my heuningtee en moerkoffie staan nietig in my kas , ek hunker na n glasie brandewyn om die herrinneringe mee weg te was. Want Vader al val 'n duisend aan my sy en tien duisend hier langs my vlieg Eros se pyle net die heeltyd verby. Ek is moeg vir alleen wees moeg vir bang wees vir koue voete koue hande en 'n hart wat altyd koud sal wees. waars die liefde en genade waarvan ons in ****** en die Bybel lees. Waars my stukkie hemel. Waars my engelkoor. Is dit ook tussen my suur melk... of het ek dit deur bottervingers verloor?
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
Noem my bottervingers.
-Ek en my geraamtes het soms ook 'n uitval Verdoem deur drome van 'n wakker oog gee ek in tot die eindelose gekarring. Waaroor die ophef van 'n silwerdoek beeld die trane en inspirasie , aangemeld - en saamgesmelt in elke belydenis? Ek spaar toe maar my knieë en sak neer voor die rekenaar en fynkam die intrieke sydrade van ons spinnerakke Vergrootglas die letters, opsoek na: 'n Gebed vir - 'n Gebed vir hom... NEE MY! Toe speel my storie... Ag ek meen Sy outobiografie af en ek's aleen. Elke nou en dan en dan en wan vee ek oor die rekenaar skerm en skrik as ek sý gesig sien. Hy wou dit nie aanvaar nie! - ek wou regtig nie! Hy wou verander! -ek wou regtig graag verander... ek... - ek bedoel hy; Ons ma's was swertsend selfs godslasterik lief vir ons en haar stickynotes het ons oral vasgekeur , want Levitikus!!! Levitikus sê NEE... Ma sê die Bybel sê: "Ons is dood". Ma se sy wil ons nie verloor nie. Kom sy nie agter dat ons in haar geweierde woorde versmoor nie. My knieë is lank genoeg gespaar. Na 90 minute se snikke en trane val ek neer voor die Heer en almal wat nog wil luister. Ware ellende stort uit perelpoele en plas neer op die koue wereld. Uiteindelik bid ek vir hom, maar my gebede is te laat - met so dertig jaar of wat -. Ek hoop iemand bid vir my... ek hoop die gebede vind my - maar vir my , betyds-. Want ek sit met VIGS van die siel. 'n Tipe kanker op sy eie 'n lifelong companion om die eufemisme mooi te stel... Ek is Hy. Hy is ek. Ons is ons eie tipe mens. Amen
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Nie 'n kas nie, 'n kluis
-Ek en my geraamtes het soms ook 'n uitval Verdoem deur drome van 'n wakker oog gee ek in tot die eindelose gekarring. Waaroor die ophef van 'n silwerdoek beeld die trane en inspirasie , aangemeld - en saamgesmelt in elke belydenis? Ek spaar toe maar my knieë en sak neer voor die rekenaar en fynkam die intrieke sydrade van ons spinnerakke Vergrootglas die letters, opsoek na: 'n Gebed vir - 'n Gebed vir hom... NEE MY! Toe speel my storie... Ag ek meen Sy outobiografie af en ek's aleen. Elke nou en dan en dan en wan vee ek oor die rekenaar skerm en skrik as ek sý gesig sien. Hy wou dit nie aanvaar nie! - ek wou regtig nie! Hy wou verander! -ek wou regtig graag verander... ek... - ek bedoel hy; Ons ma's was swertsend selfs godslasterik lief vir ons en haar stickynotes het ons oral vasgekeur , want Levitikus!!! Levitikus sê NEE... Ma sê die Bybel sê: "Ons is dood". Ma se sy wil ons nie verloor nie. Kom sy nie agter dat ons in haar geweierde woorde versmoor nie. My knieë is lank genoeg gespaar. Na 90 minute se snikke en trane val ek neer voor die Heer en almal wat nog wil luister. Ware ellende stort uit perelpoele en plas neer op die koue wereld. Uiteindelik bid ek vir hom, maar my gebede is te laat - met so dertig jaar of wat -. Ek hoop iemand bid vir my... ek hoop die gebede vind my - maar vir my , betyds-. Want ek sit met VIGS van die siel. 'n Tipe kanker op sy eie 'n lifelong companion om die eufemisme mooi te stel... Ek is Hy. Hy is ek. Ons is ons eie tipe mens. Amen
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100 jaar herrinering 100 mense ween 100 trane val daar 100 druppels reen van die hemel heen Dankie vir die reen o God die plase was so droog die kommer word nou weggespoel uit talle boer se oog oor droewe grond wat kraak en bars streel helend hand loop water vars oor die mielies, koring en oor goue hawermout dans in die wind die jongeling en skyn opnuut wee goud die Here het geantwoord oor wenige gebed bewys van vooraf weereens al genade wat hy het maar wolke breuk, strome spoel die grond word weer genees maar spokend, kaal en lenig sal die kerk weer Sondag wees onthou jy jou gelofte my Afrikaner kind wat nou soos na dood siektes voor die oe ontbind **** my woord op nuut oor die heuwels sal dit reis tot my volk gaan terugkeer sal opbrengs , soos geloof, deur droogtes vergreis
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
Droogtes en ander sake van geloof
reëndruppel, reëndruppel val van die hemels reëndruppel, teerdruppel my hart vir vergifnis bedel reëndruppel, veerdruppel op my hart val sag reëndruppel, meerdruppel 'n storm in jou mag reëndruppel, keerdruppel wag, hy kom nou reëndruppel, leerdruppel 'n brood gebak, steeds rou
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
nat.(afrikaans)
.*lex lupus / fuchs zwischen wölfe: ******* Mowglí, somehow... death to the pirate, the one-eyed... Dajjal and the "concept" of money... Tom Petty died... Wayne Static died... the media? zero coverage... so... it's not like they care.. but when they do care, i care: in order to not care.* you do know that if you keep pushing the wrong buttons, the lone wolf phenomenon, will become a wolf pact, a lex lupus...   you know that, don't you? it would take 3 ****** Jihadi terrorists to take out 71 civilians... it takes    one lone wolf Norwegian to take out 69 civilians...    we. are, horde...     **** your little get-together wine parties... i'd rather shove a shoe lodged into a pineapple up my *** than listen to this sort of ******** better dead, than having to attempt a death while. "trying"... but wolves do not hunt in groups... well... some sorry ************ to howl at the moon! who did what? is there any proof? there isn't any proof?! so... what's the argument?!        none...           so...        batman lego movie giggles all over again? you irritated me, just to say this much about falling in love with Val Kilmer!        lone wolves...           who's who... Mr. Speaker / Chief Whip?! it takes about 3 Jihadis... to **** as many people as a "lone wolf" Norwegian... i was just about to mind the I.Q. test...     wolves don't hunt outside a pact of a brigade... wolves are the closest associate of the velociraptor... shove a fox among them? 52 people died from 3 Jihadi associates...      Breivik killed 77 people... see the ratio? wolves are not solitary animals...        they have a pact... foxes... foxes are solitary creatures... thought it was the plain said, otherwise reiteration of the "already" said obvious; so no mention of Jihadi retards?! no? nothing?! 3 Jihadists killed less people than a single Norwegian... oh my... oh my my...     please keep these idiots on the beach, in the desert, herding sheep or what not...          keep them busy engaged in harems... or whatever the **** they get up to...       please... keep them away from what is becoming a sensation of: a boiling kettle.
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Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
lex lupus / fuchs zwischen wölfe
.*lex lupus / fuchs zwischen wölfe: ******* Mowglí, somehow... death to the pirate, the one-eyed... Dajjal and the "concept" of money... Tom Petty died... Wayne Static died... the media? zero coverage... so... it's not like they care.. but when they do care, i care: in order to not care.* you do know that if you keep pushing the wrong buttons, the lone wolf phenomenon, will become a wolf pact, a lex lupus...   you know that, don't you? it would take 3 ****** Jihadi terrorists to take out 71 civilians... it takes    one lone wolf Norwegian to take out 69 civilians...    we. are, horde...     **** your little get-together wine parties... i'd rather shove a shoe lodged into a pineapple up my *** than listen to this sort of ******** better dead, than having to attempt a death while. "trying"... but wolves do not hunt in groups... well... some sorry ************ to howl at the moon! who did what? is there any proof? there isn't any proof?! so... what's the argument?!        none...           so...        batman lego movie giggles all over again? you irritated me, just to say this much about falling in love with Val Kilmer!        lone wolves...           who's who... Mr. Speaker / Chief Whip?! it takes about 3 Jihadis... to **** as many people as a "lone wolf" Norwegian... i was just about to mind the I.Q. test...     wolves don't hunt outside a pact of a brigade... wolves are the closest associate of the velociraptor... shove a fox among them? 52 people died from 3 Jihadi associates...      Breivik killed 77 people... see the ratio? wolves are not solitary animals...        they have a pact... foxes... foxes are solitary creatures... thought it was the plain said, otherwise reiteration of the "already" said obvious; so no mention of Jihadi retards?! no? nothing?! 3 Jihadists killed less people than a single Norwegian... oh my... oh my my...     please keep these idiots on the beach, in the desert, herding sheep or what not...          keep them busy engaged in harems... or whatever the **** they get up to...       please... keep them away from what is becoming a sensation of: a boiling kettle.
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(To Miss May Forshall.) HE shouts amain, he shouts again, (Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal), "I tell you flat, I shall do that!" She softly whispers " 'May' for 'shall'!" He wistful sighed one eventide (Her friend, that made this Madrigal), "And shall I kiss you, pretty Miss!" Smiling she answered " 'May' for 'shall'!" With eager eyes my reader cries, "Your friend must be indeed a val- -uable child, so sweet, so mild! What do you call her?" "May For shall."
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Madrigal
The names I would give if I had 26 sons. Abel Benjamin Conway Darth Evan (After my nephew) Fabian Garth Hollis (My dad) Joey (My brother) Isaac (My grandfather) Kent Lemuel Matthew Nathaniel Othniel Paul Quinton Richard (My middle name) Sandage (My grandmother’s maiden name) Terry (My name) Uzziah Val William (My great grandfather) X (One of my favorite wrestlers was Doctor X) Yale Zacchaeus
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Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
If I Had 26 Sons (ABC)
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
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May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:04 PM UTC
Dis net ek
II Donna leggiadra il cui bel nome honora L’herbosa val di Rheno, e il nobil varco, Ben e colui d’ogni valore scarco Qual tuo spirto gentil non innamora, Che dolcemente mostra si di fuora De suoi atti soavi giamai parco, E i don’, che son d’amor saette ed arco, La onde l’ alta tua virtu s’infiora. Quando tu vaga parli, O lieta canti Che mover possa duro alpestre legno, Guardi ciascun a gli occhi ed a gli orecchi L’entrata, chi di te si truova indegno; Gratia sola di su gli vaglia, inanti Che’l disio amoroso al cuor s’invecchi.
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Sonnet 02
Wanneer het ek die ses maande uitruil program en die arktiese nagskfof aanvaar? My horlosie het gaan stilstaan in laat nag - donkernag. My lot op die muur , 'n kraak in die wal... die spervuur van eros wat rondom my val... dis al ; dis al - dis al.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Donker nag....
About Soho we went before the light; We went, unresting six, craving new fun, New scenes, new raptures, for the fevered night Of rollicking laughter, drink and song, was done. The vault was void, but for the dawn's great star That shed upon our path its silver flame, When La Paloma on a low guitar Abruptly from a darkened casement came-- Harlem! All else shut out, I saw the hall, And you in your red shoulder sash come dancing With Val against me languid by the wall, Your burning coffee-colored eyes keen glancing Aslant at mine, proud in your golden glory! I loved you, Cuban girl, fond sweet Diory.
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La Paloma in London
fromabove        itleaves          youbreath- less: suspended on the              edges            of theknown            world aren't stars                 cavingoutand       in but rather: tree tops;     mountain val - leys,          jag-     ged cliffs pegged. eversoslightly to the earth be-    low.     you.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
The view from the Parrot's Peak