Category: Poetry

A long distance lies ahead of me
At the other end of it you are
Surrounding me is uncertainty
The question, “Will I soon be where you are?”

A deep breath I take for the jumble
It’s overwhelming and causes worry
I want to talk but instead I fumble
And end up with an “I’m sorry.”

I wonder if you truly hear me
As well as worry that you do
I want to know you’re near me
And know you want it, too.

I don’t want to hurt you anyhow
I know that will hurt me, too
And I’d rather give up my happiness now
Than to put you through that hell

Behind This Piece…

A group of meaningless cells
That’s what you said she was
Not even worth death bells
That’s what your reasoning was

You based your choice on this
And then went on with the deed
You’d heard her you’ll miss
But of this you took no heed

A prick of the needle; instant numb bliss
Yet you feel all they do in stunning lucidness
As they remove that group of meaningless cells
You clearly hear a mother-voice as she yells

Years later you still can see
A human form reaching out
A hand so small, fingers tiny
And in you still can’t keep that tormented shout

Behind This Piece…

There are many types of persecution
As some people may have seen
There is no absolution
To the average and the mean

Some use against us their fists
Some abuse us using their voices
Some shame us with our tears and mists
Some laugh at our mistaken choices

The one most commonly used
Is the persecution of fear
Fear of falsely being accused
Or that no one will hear

He who perseveres, though, knows
That he can’t dwell on this mess
For there is a blessing on those
Who are persecuted for righteousness

Behind This Piece…

Although many a time I’ve asked You why
I’ve learnt You work in mystery
I’ve also learnt You will not lie
And that I only need to be ready

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever be
But I know you know, no doubt
And that You will show me, surely
Then I will know what it’s about

I trust You fully and so completely
You know the desires of my heart
You know the deepest part of me
You know every little sore part

And should the time come that You show to me
I will praise You with rejoicing
For I know that Your plan for me
Asks from me only whole trusting

Behind This Piece…

Sometimes I wonder about my life
Am I letting it pass me by
Constantly thinking about daily strife
Wasting my time wondering why

I want to be able
To spend time with my friends
To not be this stable
To drift around the bends

I spend to much time pondering
If this one or that one cares
I want to stop wondering
To do things no one dares

I want to make friends
With strangers on the streets
Before my will bends
And I hide beneath fear’s sheets

Risk it in the cold
Brave it in the heat
Let go of the hold
My shoes have on my feet

I’ll run like the wind
And laugh with the sea
Won’t see an end
Live young and carefree

Behind This Piece…

Vader, ontmoet my vriend
Hy lewe ver van U
Hy is nogal skaars bediend
En tog is hy nie te ru

Vader, kyk vir my vriend
Hy soek, Vader, hy soek na U
Dit is nog nie gesiend
Dit kryp weg in die skadu

Vader, kyk om my vriend
Hy’s omring deur mense nes hy
Groot, maar nog steeds kind
En dis hoe hul sal bly

Vader, kyk na my vriend
Hy loop op baie dun ys
Hy het die verkeerde gesind
By die skool of by die huis

Vader, red my vriend
Hy swem teen die stroom
Die stroom waar hy U sal vind
As die wortel van ‘n sterk boom

Vader, asseblief help my
Om U aan hom te teenwoordig
Asof dit U is aan sy sy
Asof dit U is wat hom omlig

Vader, asseblief help my
Om U naam te heilig
Om U logika en wysheid te wy
Om mense om my te salig

Behind This Piece…

Thank You, Father
For Your love
And for Your mercy from above

Thank You, Father
For Your grace
For Your confidence, it lifts my face

Thank You, Father
For Your peace
And for Your joy, thanks from my knees

Thank You, Father
For Your faith
And for being my daily strength

Thank You, Father
For Your love
And for Your mercy from above

Behind This Piece…

Oggend en aand praatjies wat verskil
Beloftes wat eintlik belangerik is
Woorde wat my vir ‘n oomblik vul
Met ernstige verligting, nie misgis

‘n Oggend praatjie wat ja sê
En dan as die situasie verander
As dit verander wat hul wil hê
Dan is dit nee, maak nie saak van ander

Beloftes; ek sal dit doen, sal daar wees
Dan vergeet hul, of lus nie meer
Maak dat ek wil gil heel bedees
Maar ek glo hul, vertrou hul elke keer

Ek sê ek wens ek was nie so naïef nie
Maar ek is eintlik nie so gewillig
Ek weet eintlik in daardie oomblikkie
Dat dit vals is, maar ek hou my dig

Ek weet dat dit nie waar is
Ek weet dat dit nie gaan gebeur
Selfs al glo hul dat dit is
En hul heel gewillig is om te probeer

In daardie oomblik kies ek
Selfs al weet ek wat plaas gaan vind
En heel moontlik maak dit my ‘n gek
Maar ek glo in die woorde wat hul bind

Behind This Piece…

What if someone’s mad at me?
What if they won’t forgive?
Yes, it makes me unhappy
But with it they must live

It ties them up in strings
It causes them to burn
Instead of having wings
They’re tied up, never to learn

And what if I’m mad at me?
What if I won’t forgive?
It also makes me unhappy
And with it I must live

If one is mad at another
It is common to think negatively
But it isn’t such a bother;
We believe more apprehensively

If you’re mad at yourself, though,
It’s another matter entirely, yes
Making your self-esteem low
Is what, then, you do best

The only way it will rise,
Is when you willingly wish you well
Forgive yourself of frequent lies
And from then on them further quell

You will see in you what’s true
Honesty, purity, and loveliness
Things of good report and virtue
Things to be praised and righteousness

But until you take step one,
Proclaiming forgiveness out loud,
Of these you’ll see none
And nothing with which to be proud

Behind This Piece…

Jy kyk na die dagbreuk nuut
En ‘n nuwe seisoen gaan oop
‘n Nuwe storie ook ontbied
Met die geur van hernude hoop

Terselfde tyd is die aand nie verby
En selfs lank na dit sal dit bly
Met die herinneringe van verlede ty’
Waar dit ewig met jou baklei

Jy verlang agter-uit
Maar ewig beweeg jy aan
En binne jou is daar tweestryd
Tussen wat was en wat gaan

Maar nie so gewoond is jy
Dat dit nie vir jou duidelik is
Tot jy wegspoel in die gety
Van jou vorentoe- agtertoe twis

Hou aan met hoop vir môre
Want daar’s nuwe dinge voor
Onthou wel van tevore
Maar hou moed op hierdie spoor

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