Poetess in labour (englyn proest dalgron)
While in pain, in labour throes
was ill with diarrhoea,
she wrote some good poetry
and did read some great poems.
poem by Gert Strydom
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She has got the most beautiful eyes
She has got the most beautiful eyes
that shines like rainbows,
with the peculiar ability
to suddenly cheer me up.
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Motorbike riding
When you drive a motorbike,
feel the wind cutting through your hair
there is a kind of pleasure that you experience.
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Home invasion by black thugs (englyn unodle union)
The husband reached for a gun
but it was already done
robbers had their fun with his wife,
when the torturing begun.
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Water (Oriko)
Wherever I look
At the large lake stretching out
This morning, I see -
Essentially the liquid
Responsible for survival.
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The condemned prisoner (englyn unodle crwca)
He walks laboured solemn - wonder how much
farther, such steps condemn,
to the one hanging column;
outside it is cold autumn.
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Queuing at a primitive bus stop (englyn proest gadwynog)
Then there was some fear in us
and in them we had no trust
while they caught the old big bus
with its grease dripping like puss.
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Before everything
God Before everything, in the beginning
God did already exist and from nothing
he created, brought substance, brought forth life.
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Brand (Oriko)
Burning glowing iron
Reaches out to lying bull
And beyond the pen;
Numerous cattle are herded
Down a narrow brown dirt track.
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Old Sir Gordon Davy (Clerihew)
Old Sir Gordon Davy
bought himself an entire navy,
but there was a big commotion
when he tried to get the whole lot in motion.
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