Jannie Breedt Poet Free verse

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I saw unpaid policies
A busted borehole
I saw my Mama die
And our broken cars
I saw them grabbing the land
And defrauding the will
I saw no money coming in
And the torture of our rabid dog
Saw him biting another getting rabies too
Saw him biting the gardener
And many worries entering
I saw the money going out
And my sisters  bickering 
I saw you leaving me alone
I felt my world was caving in

I never saw your love for me
And  never felt so much alone
Your honouring my name
You were the closest thing I saw
Never knew that I could hurt so bad
And then I turned it all on you

So sorry- doesnt quite cut it
I wont let you take me  back
In case it comes around again
Dont kick a dog when it doesnt understand

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James Inman October 13, 2019 at 2:50 PM Wow, powerful and well written.

Gregory Richard Barden July 7, 2019 at 1:46 PM Powerful, my friend ... and excellent! Jannie Breedt July 8, 2019 at 4:18 AM Hello my friend hello. So good to receive a compliment again. Im so out of sort poetrywise.I had better pull finger and get it again- heh?

Caren Krutsinger April 12, 2019 at 12:35 AM Jannie, this is poignant, and powerful; I feel most of us have experienced something that made us feel a bit of this, but not exactly the same. "I felt my world was caving in". You have my warmest wishes and prayers my friend. Jannie Breedt April 12, 2019 at 12:41 AM Its a mere sort of narrative about what I went through in 2016. All has changed for the better now but those regrets still follows me like a loyal dog. Thank you for visiting

Andrea Dietrich April 3, 2019 at 6:18 PM Jannie, i love the depth of your emotion in your poems like this one. I am so sorry about what is happening in your country. It's so scary. Gotta start praying harder for you and your country! Jannie Breedt April 3, 2019 at 11:43 PM I am honoured by your visit Andrea and grateful . Yes, the people are in deep suffering and the future is without any hope unless our Creator Himself intervenes now.

Connie Marcum Wong April 3, 2019 at 12:17 AM I was so happy to see your comment, now that you have posted again. You have been on my mind so much lately. I came down with bronchitis St. Patrick's Day and it wiped me out. Your poem surrenders part of your injured heart and I can feel the pain seeping from your words. If our prayers can indeed work miracles then you are on your way to better days my friend. Blessings this Easter. Your poetry speaks to me and I can relate to some of your uncertainties. Love, Connie xxoo Jannie Breedt April 3, 2019 at 1:15 AM What a reply!! You understand so much. The above isnt really a poem. Its an admission of guilt. This Easter will go down Everybody is on their knees here. So much blood has flowed. Rumours and lies and uncertainty, yes. Who does one believe? I just know I have friends "over there" . Wonderful friend ,thank you

Gregory Richard Barden April 2, 2019 at 2:12 AM Superb, My Brother Poet, with the hard-hitting and powerful phrasing I would expect from you, though layers are there as well, enough to spin the imagination in its own vortices ... I can't tell you how hyped I was to see your comment today, and then find this gem ... waiting for proper perusal. I wish I could wave a magic wand for your country and fellows, as it all breaks my heart. Excellent write, Jannie - I believe we view the world much the same. Blessings! :-) - G Jannie Breedt April 2, 2019 at 2:33 AM Evry word above is true. They say: what youre searching for is also looking for you. I suppose thats hiw we met and to see you grow into a tour de force is thrilling. Thank you. I have 8 months of catching up to do