Onse George W Bush
wat in die Wit Huis woon
laat U "weapons of mass destruction" geskiet
soos in die Wit Huis
so ook op CNN
gee ons vandag ons daaglikse "Stand-off: Iraq"
en vergewe tog
ons anti-oorlogsentimente
soos ons ook ons gewetens sus
en lei ons nie na Saddam en Torra Borra nie
en verlos ons lewers van sirrose
want aan U behoort:
die olie
die dollar
en die bom
tot in Allah ewigheid
- Erns Grundling uit "Stemme 3"
Monday, February 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Lente
Ek plant vir jou springmielies
en laat jou daisies blom.
Ek gooi jou akkers nat,
met water uit my enamel kom.
Jy sien my oë raak
en smeer heuning om my mond.
Jy lei my boorde nat
en bring weer lewe in my grond.
Ons dans onder somersterre
op ‘n wysie wat net ons kan hoor.
Ons fluister vreemde versies
waar die maanlig haar soene stoor.
Ons kyk die lewe nuut
en kraak haar doppe oop.
Ons drink die nuwe oes
en laat vry ons liefde loop.
FR
en laat jou daisies blom.
Ek gooi jou akkers nat,
met water uit my enamel kom.
Jy sien my oë raak
en smeer heuning om my mond.
Jy lei my boorde nat
en bring weer lewe in my grond.
Ons dans onder somersterre
op ‘n wysie wat net ons kan hoor.
Ons fluister vreemde versies
waar die maanlig haar soene stoor.
Ons kyk die lewe nuut
en kraak haar doppe oop.
Ons drink die nuwe oes
en laat vry ons liefde loop.
FR
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Jezebel
Herein lies the power of my kind
To amuse you with my tongue,
Confuse you with my mind
You ban me from your churches
For I love passion more than prayer
You curse the sweetness in my name
Until I lay weeping in my lair
You deny the want in your loins
When I dance in the light of the stars
You admire my body and my skin
Blind and ignorant of the scars
You wake up in the corners of my mouth
My scent covering your skin
I am your greatest passion
I am your greatest sin
I am the space in women’s soul
They keep for desire unspoken
I am their goddess and their queen
Although they declare me broken
I am the undying mistress of your being
The balance between your heaven and your hell
You call me whore; you brand me slut
I call myself Jezebel
To amuse you with my tongue,
Confuse you with my mind
You ban me from your churches
For I love passion more than prayer
You curse the sweetness in my name
Until I lay weeping in my lair
You deny the want in your loins
When I dance in the light of the stars
You admire my body and my skin
Blind and ignorant of the scars
You wake up in the corners of my mouth
My scent covering your skin
I am your greatest passion
I am your greatest sin
I am the space in women’s soul
They keep for desire unspoken
I am their goddess and their queen
Although they declare me broken
I am the undying mistress of your being
The balance between your heaven and your hell
You call me whore; you brand me slut
I call myself Jezebel
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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