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Tararara boem de ry
Tararara boem de ry
Mamma het weer n vark gekry.
Een wat drink en mense slaan.
Gou kruip weg, hier kom hy.
Tararara boem de ry
hy sal jou in jou bed kom kry.
af in die gang, jy en die vark
terwyl hy jou waskamer toe lei.
Tararara boem de ry
Hy het in ons flat kom bly.
voor die tv waar hy sit en suip.
terwyl jy stikkend in jou bed gaan kruip.
Tararara boem de ry
my ma op die badkamer vloer gekry.
bloed wat by haar ore en neus uit loop
als vir haar radio om drank te koop.
Tararara boem de ry
ons moet nou by hom gaan bly
die hof maak toe daai besluit
vir n maand was ons in n badkamer
toe gelsuit......
Mamma het weer n vark gekry.
Een wat drink en mense slaan.
Gou kruip weg, hier kom hy.
Tararara boem de ry
hy sal jou in jou bed kom kry.
af in die gang, jy en die vark
terwyl hy jou waskamer toe lei.
Tararara boem de ry
Hy het in ons flat kom bly.
voor die tv waar hy sit en suip.
terwyl jy stikkend in jou bed gaan kruip.
Tararara boem de ry
my ma op die badkamer vloer gekry.
bloed wat by haar ore en neus uit loop
als vir haar radio om drank te koop.
Tararara boem de ry
ons moet nou by hom gaan bly
die hof maak toe daai besluit
vir n maand was ons in n badkamer
toe gelsuit......
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
lullaby of two kids in the care of a abusive man after he beat the mother to death.
Sad.
When I am sad I do not play
I take a walk down to the bay.
I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.
Then I go, go home until I c u again .
I take a walk down to the bay.
I walk along the seas shore waiting for some to call
I look at the cliffs they look burned.
Then I go, go home until I c u again .
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Wrote 20 yrs ago for school.
Obviously
I went outside one morning to play
I met a man who said good day
You had eggs for breakfast today
Would he know this? I said No Way
How could you know this I pray?
Because it's all over your face!
I met a man who said good day
You had eggs for breakfast today
Would he know this? I said No Way
How could you know this I pray?
Because it's all over your face!
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
I was about 8 years old and my first thought was this man either had x-ray vision or he was peeking in my window while I ate breakfast.Not Fair
All's fair in love and war
they say....
What do they know of
Sleepless nights and fatal fights
What do they know of little bodies
Cowering in fear
At raised voices and shouts that end with despair
How is it fair when you're only
Six going on sixty
And you wonder what's going on between mummy and daddy
Tell me how is it fair
When the moving van has come
And you hear the arguments
And then the shout
No! Not that one!
That Is Mine!
I Bought It From Overtime!
How is it fair to be shuttled from here to there
Staring out the window with glassy eyes
Because you're fed up of all the lies...
It's okay
They say...
We love you anyway
An endless litany
A tune without melody
How is it fair...
Please, somebody... tell me!
they say....
What do they know of
Sleepless nights and fatal fights
What do they know of little bodies
Cowering in fear
At raised voices and shouts that end with despair
How is it fair when you're only
Six going on sixty
And you wonder what's going on between mummy and daddy
Tell me how is it fair
When the moving van has come
And you hear the arguments
And then the shout
No! Not that one!
That Is Mine!
I Bought It From Overtime!
How is it fair to be shuttled from here to there
Staring out the window with glassy eyes
Because you're fed up of all the lies...
It's okay
They say...
We love you anyway
An endless litany
A tune without melody
How is it fair...
Please, somebody... tell me!
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Posted: Sep 2013
About this poem:
A child.... separation of parents, the more I thought about it the more it evoked ire in me.... It just sort of jumped out at me... this one for the children and yet, so inadequate...Feels like yesterday
Years have passed, we may have moved away
But the scars you left us are forever there to stay
Years have passed, but I still remember it well
My only safe place, called home
Turned into a living hell
Day after day I was scared to enter the home door
Scared of the broken glass, yet to be found on the floor
Will it be another night of pain and tears?
Or will he be sober and spare us of our fears?
This question over and over, day after day
Hoping for the demon inside my father to go away
But he kept drinking and screaming
Giving alcohol another meaning
My mom and sister started crying
A huge fist slams on the table, silence came
But on the inside we were terrified, slowly dying
I did not have the strength to stand up against him
Knowing how strong he is, my chance of succeeding would be very thin
Once in our beds we hoped he fell asleep downstairs
So we could sleep peacefully, without any violence and flying chairs
We had our peacefull moments when he was asleep
Those were the times we could safely weep
That thought had to wait
Since he was coming up, he's back to make us afraid
I covered my ears, not wanting to hear
Any horror that might happen, shivvering in fear
The sun finaly arrived, giving me my first embrace
Quickly I remove the tears on my face
And prepare myself for another day at school
Time to put on another fake smile and act all cool
As if nothing had happened
But the scars you left us are forever there to stay
Years have passed, but I still remember it well
My only safe place, called home
Turned into a living hell
Day after day I was scared to enter the home door
Scared of the broken glass, yet to be found on the floor
Will it be another night of pain and tears?
Or will he be sober and spare us of our fears?
This question over and over, day after day
Hoping for the demon inside my father to go away
But he kept drinking and screaming
Giving alcohol another meaning
My mom and sister started crying
A huge fist slams on the table, silence came
But on the inside we were terrified, slowly dying
I did not have the strength to stand up against him
Knowing how strong he is, my chance of succeeding would be very thin
Once in our beds we hoped he fell asleep downstairs
So we could sleep peacefully, without any violence and flying chairs
We had our peacefull moments when he was asleep
Those were the times we could safely weep
That thought had to wait
Since he was coming up, he's back to make us afraid
I covered my ears, not wanting to hear
Any horror that might happen, shivvering in fear
The sun finaly arrived, giving me my first embrace
Quickly I remove the tears on my face
And prepare myself for another day at school
Time to put on another fake smile and act all cool
As if nothing had happened
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Yoghurt face
As I see the door fridge open,
I run and hop with glee,
Mum has opened the door of that fridge for me
She goes to the cupboard,and open's the press for me,
and out pops that shiny spoon as my eye's light up with glee
She pull's off the lid carefully,just for little me,
as I sit down beside her,I can't wait to get stuck in quickly
For I am all yoghurt now,sticky as can be,but I can wear a big Yoghurt smile for the whole wide world to see.
I run and hop with glee,
Mum has opened the door of that fridge for me
She goes to the cupboard,and open's the press for me,
and out pops that shiny spoon as my eye's light up with glee
She pull's off the lid carefully,just for little me,
as I sit down beside her,I can't wait to get stuck in quickly
For I am all yoghurt now,sticky as can be,but I can wear a big Yoghurt smile for the whole wide world to see.
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
To my beautiful daughter, life is about the small things,and the happiness she gets out of something simple, when I say you want a yoghurt,she run's into the kitchen like a shot.
My Child
You raise them up,
then they run away
and shout at you from a distance.
Forgetting how you held them
close and marveled at the fact
you were so blessed.
Giving them your all
and now browbeating is an art
aimed at you.
What happened to all
the good my child,
was I only dreaming- no not I.
Forever you are captured
in my heart despite your false
and hurtful wailing.
The stones you throw
may sting and bruise,
but cannot change what is within.
A true mother loves
despite the storms that pelt away
at time.
Forever you'll be
in my heart-forever you'll
be mine.
then they run away
and shout at you from a distance.
Forgetting how you held them
close and marveled at the fact
you were so blessed.
Giving them your all
and now browbeating is an art
aimed at you.
What happened to all
the good my child,
was I only dreaming- no not I.
Forever you are captured
in my heart despite your false
and hurtful wailing.
The stones you throw
may sting and bruise,
but cannot change what is within.
A true mother loves
despite the storms that pelt away
at time.
Forever you'll be
in my heart-forever you'll
be mine.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
For my daughter.
what are heroes
A frosty window pane
childrens toys and games
diamond smiles on icy xmas lights
shine on the faces of a huddled carol group
thay sing of peace and silent night
A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung
a line or two there voices echoed through a thousand
years his joy was shattered by the soldiers telling him to
move along and he turned and asked the woman
throgh his tears
Mama what is xmas without war
mama what is xmas without feara
and mama must we live with this distruction all the years
childrens toys and games
diamond smiles on icy xmas lights
shine on the faces of a huddled carol group
thay sing of peace and silent night
A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung
a line or two there voices echoed through a thousand
years his joy was shattered by the soldiers telling him to
move along and he turned and asked the woman
throgh his tears
Mama what is xmas without war
mama what is xmas without feara
and mama must we live with this distruction all the years
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Posted: Nov 2013
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Cheerleader poem
I'm a miner lady tall and proud
It's my job to rile up the crowd
When we're down a goal
Here us shout
"Come on miners! Rock it out!"
It's my job to rile up the crowd
When we're down a goal
Here us shout
"Come on miners! Rock it out!"
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
My niece is a coal river miner and I wrote this for her. She taught it to all her friends. Goes to the tune I'm a little teapot
1970.........elo's challenge
been stuck inside for days
it's raining cats and dogs
no fun in here i says
just joy for all the frogs
i grab my sis and out we head
paddle pop sticks in our hand
getting wet our clothes are lead
but fun is all we plan
to the corner of the street
one house away mind you
where the hill and flat meet
laughing as we do
up we walk a little way
the gutters roaring fast
set our sticks into play
to see who would come last......
it's raining cats and dogs
no fun in here i says
just joy for all the frogs
i grab my sis and out we head
paddle pop sticks in our hand
getting wet our clothes are lead
but fun is all we plan
to the corner of the street
one house away mind you
where the hill and flat meet
laughing as we do
up we walk a little way
the gutters roaring fast
set our sticks into play
to see who would come last......
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
i have very fond memories of my sis and i ............she was the leader only because she was 3 years older and i was the back up ...ha haPoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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