Best Kop Poems

Context,

Boer War , South Africa

The Battle for Spion Kop

Slag van Spioenkop

Ladysmith , Natal

23 January 1900

British forces under the command

Sir Redvers Buller

Dug in to take the...

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Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix.

Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch.

Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Caramac and Lucky Bags.

Bluebird Toffee slabs...

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Admittedly a little bit of me can see I have an ability
missing ambition to mission living submissively in submission,

If I believe built into me 
a...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound,...

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The truth may not be
what it seems,
when wry words
penetrate innocent
minds and classic
flora
like sweet hemlock,
waits with a secret agenda.
 “A labyrinth of schizophrenic
evil of a mind
about...

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|
MARANAO HISTORICal POEM
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~ Linimpang a Pilimpinas |
I
Pilimpinas go(w)Ane
ko masá o Mericano
na ini zámaiya iran
na othángen so kadatu
a minindatu ko Moro(d)
ko lupa a Minsupala
Na paka Thâgombasayen
so...

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If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent...

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Lewe in ‘n Spieël 

Hoekom kan jy maar nie sien, wat in my kop aangaan?
‘n beeld van jou so duidelik, wat nimmer wil vergaan!
Is dit...

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Kronkelpaaie van gister
Ons almal is gesnoer op die paaie van gister
Sommiges probeer nog ontsnap: Net meer bewuster
Nog kronkelpaaie lê voor: Oor die maanskyn-flou
Gevangenis steeds in...

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Wag

Sekond minuut, na uur na dag
‘n Dag na nag, na week verwag
Poseer die mag terwyl ek wag
Totdat ek sag jou woord hoor lag
Vir liefde, week...

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The Muse continues to punish me
whenever I write prose

Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt,
no fury 'hell hath known'

She sentences me to endless nights
and days when...

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"Call me if you need me;"
To my husband, this I said.
So he replied, "I need you like
A (pause) hole in my head!"

In Yiddish, this expression
Translates...

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The Muse continues to punish me
whenever I write prose

Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt,
no fury 'hell hath known'

She sentences me to endless nights
and days when...

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The Muse continues to punish me,
whenever I write prose

Her slaps severe with pain heartfelt,
—no fury 'Hell Hath Known'

She sentences me to endless nights,
and days when...

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A chorus of enlightenment….
  she’s woken up again

With sheets still warm, my heart she bathes,
  ablution wet within

Through steam I see her message...

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