Best Kon Poems
Ek was gevra om ietsie oor Pa te sê
Maar waar begin ek nou
Wanneer daar eintlik net een ding is wat ek nou wil doen
Om steeds my arms om Pa te vou
Maar nou is Pa weg
Na ‘n plek waar Pa tog graag wou wees
Bo by Liewe Jesus
Maar bly steeds hier by ons in gees
‘n Man met ‘n hart van goud
Wie slegs goeie dinge oor mense kon sê
‘n Bonatuurlike liefde vir ons
En wie slegs die beste vir sy kinders wou hê
Streng het ons grootgeword
Maar dit was oor Pa lief was vir ons
En alles wat ek as Pa se dogter wou hê
Was dat ek Pa se hart van trotsheid laat bons
Nou is ons Pa en Ma se maatjie weg
Ons belowe om mekaar te ondersteun
En aan die herinneringe te hou van ‘n besonderse man
Wat God slegs vir ons kon leen
‘n Man met ‘n Hart van goud
Dit is hoe ek Pa altyd sal onthou
En nou is dit tyd om totsiens te sê
Al wens ek, ek kon steeds my arms om Pa vou
*Dear PoetrySoup Members. I apologise to those of you who does not understand Afrikaans, but this poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who is Afrikaans. She told me a little bit about her father who recently passed on and I decided to put it together in a poem for her. I hope you guys do not mind. TS poetry was an absolute gem and translated what I wrote in my poem in his comment below. Thank you TS Poetry*
My dream holiday on an Island so far away
I’ve wanted to go there for many a day
‘Kon-Tiki’ film by Thor Heyerdahl caught my eye
Now Easter Island is a destination I dearly want to try
A journey, which would take me over land and sea
But to reach my destination would be a dream for me
Easter Island is located in the Pacific Ocean
I’d need to fly to Santiago de Chile then to Hanga Roa
The Rapa Nui tribe used to inhabit there
No trees are on the Island – isn’t that rare!
At one stage the Island suffered deforestation
This could explain the total devastation
The Island is famed for its archaeological sites
Its monumental statues cause many delights
‘Moai’ are the famous statues with oversized heads
They rest on rock altars ‘Ahu’ their own comfy beds
These incredible stone carvings are heavy and some are very tall
The largest at 86 tonnes would have been a nightmare to haul
To view all the statues I would stay for a day or two
I do hope one day my wish will finally come true
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~ PANALAMAT KO RAGAT ~
Kakal a panalamat,
ka inisurat a sarat,
a inabat ko daradat,
ko maratabat insarat,
a kakat a ini khandat,
a ini khandat a ragat,
o Malawanda i Bakat ...
Na sangat a panalamat,
ka margn man isarat,
a izakat ko abagat,
ka pimbangkat dikhi ganat,
sa inarkat a ragat,
ka sakat a iphangangkat
a dikhilanat masukat ...
Na godn gi ingi-gimowat,
a malo ph phanga-ngakat,
ka ditabo sa masowat,
so ragat mimba-barayat,
ka gii mang ilat- ilat,
ka mag ibat-ibat kon dn,
na dibo dn riba-ribat,
ka miyaka rambi-rambit,
a manga ibarat iyan ...
Naino kon malanat,
ka mbwat bo masugat,
na masukat, na mipangkat,
na mipangunot o ragat,
sa didn makang gimowat...
---By: dsr, khadaffy D. Mangondato
~ Osaynko kathapar ~
Pamagosayn ko kon
so manga sarat a sorot
a okit ka thiwalaya
a ino bala sa tapar
a kambangonan sa walay...
Paganay na kataid
ikadowa na tamok
ikatlo na ban'sa
ikapat na agama
na ikalima na bae...
Ikapd a imanto
na sarat a kasosorot
ka obabadn di bae
ka matag kambae-bae
na mndod ko kakhapka...
Pamagosayn ko pn
so manga barat a sngkot
a sakit kathiwalaya
a oro barang sa tapar
a kambabago sa walay...
Paganay na kataud
ikadowa na samok
ikatlo na ba'nta
ikapat na amaga
na ikalima da ebat...
Ikapd a imanko
na sakat kilalapugot
ka obabadn da bae
ka matag kambabalae
na mndod ko kakhapta...
~ By: dsr , Khadaffy D. Mangondato
pandhari majhe maher
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
chandrabhagechi vaat
kaivalyacha jaisa thaat
vitthal majhee maatha
aani tochi maajha pita
pandhari majhe maher
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
khoop dis jhaale pahooni
tujhya dwari bheti yeuni
tu tari kasa visarla mala
asa kon bhakt milala tula
aajoba maajhe paayi aale
aani tujapasi kayam rahale
pahije re
majala premacha aaher
pahije re
aajoba maajhe pahije re
Whatever happens I'll always love you
Cheftik bi nhar kanoun
W tala3et bel sama
Elet ya rab lech sayer majnoun
Hayda 7elem aw hayde 7a2i2a
Njoum el sama kella
Saro yebermo 7awalayke
W hadafon bi hal zyara
Ysir ydawo metel 3inayke
Lebnen ya balad albe
Kif m5aba hek raw2a
Jamela malak el denye
W kel el2loub bi 3youna
Abel ma te5la2e
Ken el kon bala me3na
Hala2 bi ma ennik mawjoude
El 3alam le2a amira
Ba3ed ma 7adan stehal 7obik
La2ano ma fi 7adan men moustawa jamelik
Ktir mabsout enne t3arafet 3alayke
La2ennik cha5ess byeswa el jane
5alike mabsouta ya amira
Kermel kel hal denye
De7ektik ya zahra
Bet waze3 kel el ma7abbe
Woh chale bhi gaye to kia hua
Mein unhein roz yaad karta hoon
Dil mein rehta he bus khayal unka
Un hee kee dhun mein jeeta marta hoon
Kon hoon mein? samajh na paya kabhi
Khoj mein kion Khuda kee
rehta hoon?
Loag kuch aur hee samajhte hein
Soach per unki aahein bharta hoon.
Sochta hoon ke mein bhi mar jata
Jab teri qabr se guzarta hoon
Teri ruswaee ka he khauf
mujhe
Warna mein kab kisi se darta hoon?
ang bidlisiw sa adlaw adunay buot nga ipasabot,
ug ang mga isda nagpatim-aw aron mo saksi sa bag-ong adlaw,
nangamuyo sa kahitas-an, nanghinaot nga mawagtang kining katalagman,
apan ang huyuhoy sa kadagatan puwerteng linawa,
ug miduyog na ang mga langgam sa pagkanta,
klasi-klasi nga tingog ang imong masayran ug madunggan,
adunay kasuko, kasagmuyo, ug kalinaw,
kahibolungan ang panghitabo apan padayon lang.
sa paggakos sa bidlisiw sa adlaw sa kalibutan,
ang kabudlay ug kalalylay sa lawas nailisan og kalagsik,
apan timan-i nga ang kapildihan ug kapakyasan dili maoy katapusan,
usa lang kini sa mga sinugdanan sa imong paglaroy-laroy,
apan ang katalagman nga atong nasinati adunay kasulbaran,
salig, dasig, tuo, sugdi sa pag-ampo nga walang pagpamakak,
moabot kanimo ang kalinaw nga dugay ra nimong gihandom.
daghan kaayong balabag aron mawala ang imong kadasig,
apan lungkaba ang imong hunahuna ug kasingkasing,
ayaw padala sa hunghong nga napuno sa kasagmuyo,
bentaha na gyud ang usa ka butang nga adunay pagsalig ug pagtuo,
apan kon kan-on sa kangitngit ang kalibotan,
ayaw kahadlok—ayaw toguti nga dan-on kas kalibog,
kay bisan sa pinakangitngit nga dalan adunay kahayag,
paglaom nga imo rang makita sa imong dughan,
kuhaa ang yawi dinha sa imong giliran,
sugdi na sa pagsaysay ang imong sugilanon,
ayaw kaulaw—walay angay itago, dili perpekto ang tawo,
hinay-hinaya pagbadbad ang hikot sa imong kasingkasing,
sugdi na sa pagbasa ang berso nga angay sa imoha,
tan-awa ang panganod maanindot kaayo—walay sama;
apan nasayod ba ka nga sa imong pagpiyong adunay pasabot,
sa pagsidlak sa adlaw, sa pagsalop sa adlaw,
sa pagmata sa kabuntag, ang kapildihan,
ang kapakyasan, ang katalagman sa kalibutan—
nayasod ba ka nga aduna kini buot ipasabot?
lantawa ang luyong bahin anang mga panghitaboa,
masayran nimo ang PAGLAOM nga napuno sa KADASIG ug GUGMA
sa usa’g usa nga dili mawala bisan pag mapakyas ang tanan,
tuo kaniya—maimoha ang kalinaw nga dugay ra nimong gihandom;
kay adunay kahayag luyo sa kangitngit.
— John Wilhelm.
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
Achhe din k dekho haal,
140 k par h daal
chhote to the hi kangal
bre- bre v hue badhaal
pyaj ka mt puchho haal
assi tk pahuchi filhaal
dhaniya mirchi ki ye uchhal
chatni v ho gyi janjal
karj se ujri chamri khaal
kisan latak gye fanda dal
bijli pani se hr koi behal
Adhani Ambani malamal
America China Nepal
sirf ghum rha h natwarlal
kale dhan ki batein tal
sb pr chupi ka parda dal
vyapam raja lalit ghotala
aesh kre chokri chandal
kon sunega ye sb haal
neta hue gende ki khaal
janta ka ab kise khyal
kre jhute wade feku lal.
# Feku PM
Point To Be Noted
Q.If some women say we want to go to Mosque or Golden temple in bikini would that be OK?
Ans.No,because that place is not their property.Sure women can wear anything in public place but not those places which requires dress code.
Ek wou nie wees als wat ek kon
wees,
Ek wou nie meer 0800 gedoen het
as ander,
Maar ek moes, om 'n beter
toekoms te he.
Troep maak seker die
vlag op jou linker skouer waai
altyd vorentoe,
Trope grawe daai gat,
Troep skeer jou hare,
Troep, is jy lief vir jou land.
Dit is maklik om n mens te laat
doen wat onmenslik is
As jy hom eers laat vergeet dat hy
mens is.
Afgryse is minder afgryslik
As dit deel is van jou werk
beskrywing.
Toe ek my eerste dooie kind
gesien het,
Het ek my self oorreed dat dit is
waarvoor ek opgelei was.
Toe ek my tiende dooie kind
gesien het,
Het my brein hulle in 'n
kompartement begin stoor.
Toe ek my eerste dooie soldaat
gesien het,
Het ek myself gesê dit sal nooit
ek
wees.
'n Familie man lyk net soos 'n
terroris.
Jihad beteken heilige oorlog,
Maar ek het die verkeerde god
aanbid in daai land.
Hulle oorlog was 'n oorlog teen
my.
Ek het geantwoord met my
geweer,
Nooit vrae gevra nie.
Ek het huis toe gekom met al my
vingers en tone,
Maar 'n gedeelte van my het
agter
gebly.
In die aand maak my brein daai
doods kompartement oop.
Ek was 'n soldaat,
Maar verkoolde lyke maak vir 'n
kak alarm in die oggend,
Lucifer se braai het 'n neiging om
aan jou neus te kleef,
Insomnia doen min om my
senuwees te kalmeer.
Meeste mense droom hul lewe
lank om 'n held te wees,
Ek herleef dit elke nag in my
nagmerries.
Wen
Deelnemer-wenner van tong en van lip
wys my hoe my kanse my dalk mag ontglip
Gereed en gesond en geoefen - Daar staan
die groot opponente. Elkeen in sy baan
Gespierd opgewarm - hul intimideer
‘n sielkunde oorlog. Hoe kan ek probeer?
‘n Knallende wegspring gee voorsprong aan my
Die ander atlete het agter gebly
Sal ek as ‘n wenner die wenprys behaal?
As ek nog my aandag op reuse bepaal?
Die leidsman word leier selfs as daar nie toon
‘n testosteroon wat sy krag mag beloon
Aanhouer wenner indien ek kan slaag
om steeds in die wenplek my kanse te waag
Vermoë om te ywer, te swoeg en te stry
Ek’s eerste die wenstreep en mylpaal verby!
‘n Lekker gevoel – Waar die res kon verloor
Die groot, regte wedloop
…lê steeds vir my voor
Twintig tien tot nou
So vinnig soos jy inwurm… in troosprys vlees-genot
..en dink dat dit so lank sal hou; Pasop vir toekoms lot!
En as ek dan verkeerd mag wees – bewys dit dat jy het
presies gedoen wat ek kon sien; Die fout was niè ons bed!
As ek die feite reg verstaan; en my gedagtes dwaal
na daardie tyd toe hy besluit; my by my werk kom haal –
en saam met ons… aan tafel sit – selfs oorslaap vir die nag…
Die legkaartstuk ontbloot aan my…: dat jy hom toè al smag!
En effens met die tyd verloop; steeds in ons ou verhaal.
(Dit was daai aand wat èk weg was) jou skandes jou inhaal.
Gesê dat dit ‘n hoorsê was…; jy hom nie aan wou raak…
Twee jaar later, facebook wys…, jul foto amper naak!
Nou sê jy my dat ek verbrou en jou wou agterlaat?
Terwyl die laaste legkaartstuk jou sondes teen my haat
wil ek probeer om aan te gaan…; my lewe op te bou
in plaas daarvan om blindelings my drang te onderhou.
Ek draai my rug finaal op jou, maak jy maar soos jy moet.
Mag hy jou gelukkig maak. Mag jy hom alles gee.
Ek was my hand onskuldig met - my vredevol’ gemoed
terwyl ek dan die laaste traan…; hier van my wang af vee.
Son
Die son by my het reeds gesak
Die duisternis was dik en koud
‘n Kaartjie maak my bene swak
Vir daardie nuwe oponthoud
Maar die kaartjie het alreeds verval
Toe het dit effens lig geword
Die nag was eintlik baie kort
Vir my het ek geweet, jy sal.
Nou’t die son weer opgekom
Haar lewe is die lig wat blom
Ja die son, sak nooit nie weer
As ek maar kon, sou ek dit keer
Mag ek lewe met die Son
Ja, daarso wou ek ewig bly
Al het ek reën oppad gekry
Ek het bly hoop vir net die Son
Ja – Son, ja!