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Broken Afrikaans

die briesie van herlewing kom saam met u besoek

daar is 'n hindernis van byna 500 jaar wat ons suiwerheid geskei het

in velkleur, godsdiens en verhoudings
ons is van wortels gekastreer en gevoer met

godsdienstige ywer, gierigheid,
en wrede verkragting van ons voorgeslag

vrees nie die seë wat God stilgemaak het nie

die wind het gedreun van gehuil

of die son kom nooit op vir rus nie



the breeze of revival comes with your visit

there's a barrier of almost 500 years that separated our purity

in skin tone, religion and relations
we've been castrated from roots and fed with

religious zealotry, greed,
and brutal rape of our ancestry

fear not the seas God stilled

the wind muffled from howling

or the sun never rising for rest



For a friend from CT

Afrikaans Intelligentsia

Garden of Eden is far from this
with shared affinity among its borders
with confusing the a fore mentioned

Gone through the sun but fun
with life of thorn and burn
now the result the negative bio-rhythm

Geographically located in bliss
with males of bonny and muscular frame
female so fair on the opposite of buxom line

Of-course she is engaged in exchange
often called bimbo by her bilateral partners
ever sacrificing, never satisfied

Always a hero in her mind`s eye
known a bluff by passers-by
but certainly not a blue bottle

Die Reptiel Vrou - the Reptile Woman

Die reptiel vrou
Het my alweer geflous 
Met my gedeel, haarself ontbloot, 
en toe
Die bitter gif gespoeg

Dit vloei uit my bors uit, deur my are
Verander my bloed - haar bloed
Word swart, taai, en koud
Soos haar hart 
 
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The reptile woman
Has fooled me again
Shared with me, exposed herself
and then
Spat out the bitter venom 

It flows out of my chest, through my veins
Changes my blood - her blood
Becomes black, sticky, and cold
Like her heart


Die Triomf van Jou Liefde: The Triumph of Your Love

[Afrikaans Poem with English Translation]

Hoe lyk dit of jou liefde seëvier? Laat ek my woorde wys.
Hulle sê liefde is soos 'n dwelm waaraan jy verslaaf raak,
En dit plaas jou in 'n euforiese rollercoaster.
Maar my storie kom met 'n gat in my hart asof dit onrustig is 
Soos die gedagte om die Ou Man se woorde te hoor,
"Los haar Johnny" weergalm in my gedagtes soos om te wag vir 'n betaaldag 
Met die Bybel wat op my bors lê asof my hart ondersoek is.
Ek het nog nooit vir myself die liefde gevind wat so sterk is nie 
Soos die son op my gesig skyn en die winde nie waai nie,
Want ek is al lank in die strate van Oniipa.
Jou liefde seëvier met die laatnag-ontsnappings 
Soos dit my hart met lag en verlig my probleme 
Maar ek moet aan die einde van die dag die Here dank en bid,
Voorwaar, jou liefde seëvier na die dood.

English Translation 

What does it look like your love triumphs? Let me show you my words.
They say love is like a drug you get addicted to,
And it puts you on a euphoric rollercoaster.
But my story comes with a hole in my heart as if it's restless 
Like the thought of hearing the Old Man's words,
"Leave her Johnny" echoes in my mind like waiting for payday 
With the Bible lying on my chest as if my heart has been examined.
I've never found for myself the love that's so strong 
Like the sun shines on my face and the winds don't blow,
For I've been in the streets of Oniipa for a long time.
Your love triumphs with the late night escapes 
Like it fills my heart with laughter and eases my troubles 
But I must thank the Lord and pray at the end of the day,
Truly, your love triumphs after death.

*Dear PoetrySoup Members, to those who do not understand Afrikaans, the English translation is provided below the Afrikaans poem. I had to use modern free verse techniques to mirror a personal journey from confusion to spiritual certainty. Enjoy reading.

Winter in die Wes Kaap : Winter in the Western Cape

[Afrikaans Poem with English Translation]
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My lippies is asvaal van koud 
    Weskaap hou van ysdruppels in die wind
         als gaan goed met Tafelberg
in Houtbaai ly die mense honger 
                             en wag vir sout 

Tog gaan my heup op en af in die oggend 
        soos ek ‘n kleurvolle kundalini verlang
             of sewe oop chakras as ek bewe
wanneer die pyn rond my liggaam hang

Agter die wolke is Son daarem daar 
     verby yster voorhek stap kindertjies nog skool 
         die mint groei wragtig wild
terwyl Madiba vir ons stukkend lag !

__________________
[English Translation ]

Lips ash grey of cold
   Western Cape enjoys icicles in its wind 
        Table Mountain is calm
in Hout Bay people are starving 
                                waiting for salt

Nevertheless my hips rise and fall at dawn 
   longing for a colourful kundalini 
       or seven open chakras as I shiver 
whilst pain hangs around body

Behind clouds the Sun still shines
  pass iron frontgate children still walk to school
      the mint grows profusely 
while Madiba roars with laughter !

_______________________

[Poet’s Note : Madiba is the fond South African name for ex President Nelson Mandela. Psychics often see him roaring with laughter in the fifth dimension]

Die Belydenis van Liefde: The Confession of Love

[Afrikaans Poem with English Translation]

Ek onthou jou toe die spiese naby my was,
En die swaarde het uit my bloed gedrink.

Maar ek wou die swaarde soen,
Soos hulle gegrom het soos jou helder glimlag.

Ek is dronk van die rooiwyn van jou liefde,
So van so 'n dronkaard.

Moenie die hart vra oor die geheim van my hart nie,
Want liefde binne ons... kan nie met die tong uitgespreek word nie.

English Translation 


I remember you when the spears were near me,
and the swords drank from my blood.

But I wanted to kiss the swords,
as they wave like your bright smile.

I am drunk on the red wine of your love,
so from such a drunkard.

Don't ask the heart about the secret of my love,
because love within us... cannot be expressed with the tongue.


* Dear PoetrySoup members. I wrote an Afrikaans poem and I understand that many of you do not understand the Afrikaans language and I wrote the English Translation of this poem. Enjoy reading my poem.


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