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Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread
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[quote:Anonymous Coward 30356553:MV8yMjMwOTIwXzM4MDAyMjQzX0M1NTJDRjNB] [quote:Anonymous Coward 25038258:MV8yMjMwOTIwXzM3ODM1MjY3XzMwNjVEOTRD] Nice Thread I wrote a poem more than two years ago. A firnd of mine recorded it as a song and it will be released as on a CD soon. I wrote three more poems and was encouraged by a friend to send it to a record company. I did thinking that nothing will happen but now I have a contract to write for them and four of my poems will be released as songs this year with more to come. This is one of them The crossroad In die donker van die nag in Getsemane alleen. Drup die sweet van U voorkop bloed op die steen Beangs vra U,”Vader... moet U die koste van my bloed verhaal” “My geliefde Seun vir hulle sonde moet Jy betaal” En U sê; “Vader net soos wat U dit bepaal” Dertig stukke silwer was die prys vir U Heer. Met soldaat en swaard kom hy om U te arresteer. En met 'n soen om te verraai gee hy U weg. Maar u weet Vader se wil gee hom die reg. En U sê “neem my weg” In oordeel staan u voor die priester van die Jood. Een vir een vra hulle vir U dood. Verdedig jouself is wat hulle sê waar? Is Jy die seun van God? Praat man, hoekom staan jy net daar? En U sê “Ek is” Die haan se kraai seël U verraad. Pilatus was sy hande en Barabbas word vrygelaat. Dra die kroon seun van God. Terwyl hulle slaan en spoeg en met U spot. En U... sê niks? Nege-en-dertig keer het die sweep geval. Dit giet U bloed met elke knal. Dra hierdie kruis, kom laat jy in die pad val. Na Golgota om die prys te betaal. En U bly net stil? Met ergelose kap spyker hulle U vas aan die kruis. Genadeloos word u omhoog gehys. Hulle spot en vloek en wag vir u dood. As jy die seun van God is bevry jouself koning van die Jood. En U sê:” Vader vergewe hulle want hulle weet nie wat hulle doen” En daar in pyn langs U aan die kruis. Weet ek, ek verdien dat hulle my lewe eis. Ek is 'n moordenaar en 'n sondaar en ek leef sonder eer. Maar U, U is onskuldig Heer. En U sê, vandag sal jy my in die Hemel vereer. En in my donkerste uur toe die dood my kom kry. Weet ek vir die eerste keer in my lewe, ek is vry. En U sê “In alle ewigheid sal jy by My bly” Jesus, U bloed maak my vry. [/quote] that sounds like the way the clay people talk in the old Flash Gerdon shows from the thirties. [/quote]
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I don't care if you think your poetry is good or bad - it doesn't matter. The act of sharing art, especially poetry, is awesome. :) The reason I like poetry in particular is because it's much like a painting - you get this one image of an entire scene and then get to plant yourself and your own "story" there. Somehow it takes you to a place in your mind that it's almost as if you're dreaming while you're awake. Movies & books just don't capture that like poetry does. Hope you all enjoy. First the poem I wrote for Mother's Day today. Then another I wrote today while just kinda pondering things...
There’s a certain complexity
To being a Mother,
A Matriarch.
You find yourself as an adult
Looking back over your lifetime wondering
If you've made your Mother proud.
If the way you treated that guy today at the store
Would have been approved.
From women we gather our greatest strengths –
Fathers give us discipline, respect, and will –
But Mothers teach us Love.
And Love is what will save us all.
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I wish people would admit to their sadness,
Letting it spill out from them like neon
And bathing themselves in the desperation of their spirit.
The World is too calculated. So unreal in its ego.
Mornings often find me laughing, singing -
Opining on the day and wishing there was more
Life in it. More willingness & passion from Earth's kids.
We live in this Titanic, sinking, living below the deck
Of our true lives
And wishing we had just stayed home.
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