Best Meer Poems
You must learn self control
Because if your heart Continues
To beat obnoxiously
when you imagine
My pink lips softly parting and calling your name
Or when you close your eyes
And dream of the way my hips sway
Thinking of the curves between my shoulders and my thighs
And that when you twine your fingers in my hair
My body will quiver and my voice will sigh
If your heart becomes erratic
When you dream of the smoothness of my skin
And the dimples that exist on my hips and my back
The supple curve that your fingers wish to grasp
Thinking of the nectar that like a drug you crave
And of the way your hands would lay
and the way I might taste
If your heart pounds wildly
When you dream of a kiss
Or the way our bodies might fit
Laying on the silkiness of sheets
Breathing my name like you've never tasted oxygen
when you imagine the heat
I might bring to your skin
And the way you could change
What I feel within
Like I've never before felt sensation
if you heart wont behave
Then you might go crazy
Wanting me like you never knew
the meaning of want before
Convincing yourself your in love
Dreaming of a lust so outrageous
That meer thoughts can make
Your heart pound away
Imagining the way my hips sway
Categories:
meer, adventure, beauty, dance, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
OF MOTION and STILLNESS
The meer now seen in frantic action spate
The feathered life all bustling with a will
Intent on search for food or for a mate
Active throughout, no place for body still
The constant motions all across the lake
Speak clearly of a powerful intent
Survival that each specie seeks to make
By feed and breed and family extent
But down the river all is calm and cool
Through boughs sun dapples stream with gold motif
The pebbled bed now gleams with nature’s jewels
While on the bank - a motionless relief
In essence still and splendid stands the tree
Sublime and simple purpose thus: To Be
6 August 2020
Categories:
meer, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Nacht
Im Schweigen verborgen,
die Nacht in Einsamkeit.
Ein fernes Licht
wandert langsam,
verliert sich im Meer der Sterne
wie ein Sankorn am Strand.
Wiederkehrende Träume
ziehen ins Endlose,
dann wieder Stille.
Gedanken wandern unruhig
in eine andere Zeit
Night
Hidden in silence,
night in solitude.
A distant light
moves slowly,
lost in the sea of stars,
like a grain of sand
on the beach
Recurring dreams
move ad infinitum,
then again.silence.
Thoughts wander restlessly
towards a different time
Noche
Escondido en silencio,
noche de soledad.
Una luz en la distancia
mueve lentamente,
perdido en el mar de estrellas,
como un grano de arena
en la playa.
Los sueños recurrentes
mueven hasta el infinito,
después nuevamente silencio.
Pensamientos vagan sin descanso
hacia un tiempo diferente
Categories:
meer, nostalgia,
Form:
Free verse
Konkas draw a blanket over the flats,
but our state live like over fed fat cats
Zuma had another great opinion,
now we must dream of a Rand reunion
People crying, life’s an uncertain fate,
but they are building another toll gate
Nkandla was built for his many wives
"Fire pool" just brings out our angry knives
All the voters wanted; a piece of bread!
Now even the family pet is dead
Zuma laughs and hands his dog some biltong
and sings another ushini kill song
We are done with this sick gravy train gang
The day has come for the biltong to hang
Konka : drum with holes for fire keeping warm makes smoke
flats: slang for cape flats…a area people stay
Rand: South African currency
Nkandla: Zuma’s estate “upgrade” used 270 million rand of taxpayer’s money
fire pool: what he called the swimming pool in upgrade scandal
Ushini: machine gun struggle song used to sweep up support
Biltong: luxury food similar to beef jerky..is hung to dry when made
Zuma : corrupt president of South Africa
#zumamustfall
original I wrote
Biltong en Brood
Konkas trek n kombers oor die vlaktes,
maar die staat luister nie meer na klagtes
Zuma het nou eers weer n opienie,
en nou hou ons vir die Rand ruinie
Ons het geen werk en tot ons honde vrek,
maar die staat beplan net nog n duur toll hek
Nkandla waar hy sy vroue huisves
maar dit bereik net vuur emmers moles
Die kiesers vra net n klien stukkie brood
maar hy se dis n leun die hongersnood!
Zuma lag en gee biltong vir sy hond
Hy smeer botter om die kiesers se mond
Ons staan op en sal ons nie weer laat vang
Die dag het gekom, dat die biltong sal hang
Categories:
meer, conflict, irony, social,
Form:
Sonnet
Her love is more than a small child’s first word
My mother’s heart and love, one in a chord
She lived all my childhood dreams in adore
With wisdom and love allowed them to soar
When breakers of her life beat at the door,
she made beaches of pain instead of war
Her life taught her to value and treasure
people’s friendship, respect, this her measure
Her face reflects her life in soft wrinkles,
a path by His hand with life love sprinkles
Her wrinkles life events now in the past
She’s thankful and now wrapped in peace at last
Her husband in heaven, and we are sad
She shares the face of love, waiting for dad
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Below the original I wrote for my mother
God se Gesig
Liefde is meer as n klein kinder woord
Liefde en my ma se hart in akoord
Sy het my kinder droome elk deurleef
en met wysheid en liefde hul laat sweef
Toe die lewens branders slaan teen haar deur
maak sy strande plaas van rotse van seer
Die lewe haar geleer om te begeer,
verhoudings met mense, diep vas in eer
Haar gesig spieel haar lewe in ploeie
Pad gestap aan Sy hand in die mooie
Plooi gebeure los sy in verlede,
dankbaar vir als toegedraai in vrede
Haar hart in die hemel maar, gelukkig,
deel sy nog God se gesig, geduldig
Categories:
meer, mom,
Form:
Sonnet
Kom wind, kom weer – Kom oseaan
(Geïnspireer deur Laurika Rauch se lied)
Ek droom van my eie huis eendag by die see
Vir Laurika eentyd was dit nag
Myne staan ook op ‘n rots: maar dis dag
Daar in my huisie oordink ek my weë
Geen wind, geen weer, of oseaan maak my bang
Nagwaak nie meer, maar met daglig versier
Al is ons arm, my huisie is duur
Want daai kant is hartjies aan die muur op gehang
Sonsak, Suidwester se wind laat my bid:
Ek dank U o Heer vir die goed wat ek het
Die oseaan, my maatjie, die stoep en my bed
Hier by my huisie kan ons rustig sit
"Kom wind, kom weer – Kom oseaan"
Die storms en winde kan ek nou verstaan.
Categories:
meer, philosophy,
Form:
To Arild my brother across the sea..
You have my back and are the eyes
when I can't see..
Oceans and sky's of time separate a
friendship found in rhyme..
But a meer word joins the road we
take where two hands reach out and shake..
You've given me trust but I still waiting for that
long awaited cold beer and steak..
Categories:
meer, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
Vor Himmel und Meer
Wie Inseln auf weißem Sand
Schatten des Pandanuss
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Before sky and sea
Like islands on white sands
Shadow of screwpines
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Enfrente de cielo y mar
Como islas sobre arena blanca
La sombra del pándano
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Die Stille der Nacht
Wie bunte Blütenträume
Im erholsamen Schlaf
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The silence of night
Like colourful flowering dreams
In a relaxing sleep
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El silencio de la noche
Como sueños de flores colorados
En un sueño reposado
Categories:
meer, nature
Form:
Haiku
As jy jou pyn buite wys
sal vriendelike,
Irreterende vreemdeling
jou inlig dat die wêreld
aanhou draai.
En hulle is reg.
Dit doen.
Maak nie saak hoe hard jy
dit smeek om te stop.
Dit hou aan draai.
Ek word wakker en is
gelukkig vir drie
sekondes.
Dan onthou ek,
Dit draai en kantel mense
uit
hul beddens
In hul karre, hul kantore.
'n Stortvloed van klein
mans en vrouens
Wat deur die lewe tuimel.
Probeer om nie te dink
wat daar onder wag.
Soms draai dit en stuur
ons
Wankelrig in mekaar se
arms.
Ons kleef styf,
Opgewonde en laggend,
Vreemdelinge saam
gegooi op 'n bewegende
prethuis vloer.
En dan draai die wêreld
weer.
En iemand val af...
Dis so 'n lang pad af
Koud van skok,
Kan ons net staan en kyk
hoe hulle val
En geleidelik kleiner word.
Onttrek stadig uit ons
geheue
Tot hulle nie meer
sigbaar is.
Ons versamel in
begraafplase,
Stil en gespanne,
Asof ons die impak gaan
hoor;
Die plons van 'n rivier klip
in 'n donker put,
Probeer om die diepte te
meet.
Probeer om te meet hoe
ver ons val.
Geen impak kom;
Geen plons.
Die oomblik gaan verby.
Die wêreld draai
En ons draai weg,
Gaan aan met ons
lewens...
Ons vou ons self toe
In gerieflike
voorspelbaarhede
Om ons warm te hou
teen die koue.
"Tyd is 'n goeie
geneesheer"
"Ten minste was dit
vinnig"
"Die wêreld hou aan
draai"
Categories:
meer, angst, death, depression, fear,
Form:
Free verse
Destilled and pure
Scotch Whisky my favourite
Matured in old oak
Pure water from the Highlands
The scent of ocean and land
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Destilliert und rein
Scotch Whisky mein Lieblingsgetränk
Gealtert in alter Eiche
Reines Wasser der Highlands
Geruch von Meer und Land
Categories:
meer, nature
Form:
Tanka
Wens van die Nagtegaal
Die tering knaag en groei aan my; elke uur en dag
Obsessiewe abses met ‘n kompulsiewe smag.
Grou ‘n gat en maak maar plek; vir doodsangs in die nag
Wie sal huil? Wie sal treur? Wie sal wen? En wie sal lag?
Na-ywer in die klank sal klink, en saggies sal hul sing:
Talmend ritmies, soet sal klink; as hul die loflied bring.
Liedere, sange, stemme klink; hul ereplek is lankal vol –
Dit sal wees die slot van daardie donker dooie kol…
In die geestelik’ vergadering; ‘n liggaamsdeel se doel
Vergroeisel was die pyn en nou; die einste wat ek voel.
Los maar eers die chirurgie; ‘k wil dit liewers hou –
Dalk nie eers kwaadaardig nie; ek wil dit mos onthou
Helfte van my saailinge en dubbeld van my oes
Die kanker wat my lewe eis kan my nie meer verwoes!
Sê nou maar ek kies die pyn; word dit ‘n afskeid-lied?
Hoe sal dit dan ooit kan wees? Die raad sou dit verbied…
Categories:
meer, cancer, desire, dream,
Form:
Lyric
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.
Categories:
meer, angst,
Form:
Free verse
Verdwyn
Gespruit en toe vergete met gewete van papier
Besluit te neem om als te los wat hierso agter bly
Eers drie; toe een; toe twee; toe vier
Die som van toekomsblik vir jou - maar eerder meer vir my
Die aand was koud en hunkring sterk sou waardes my verpas
Uitnodigend - en kort voor lank was jy my warm jas
Maar soos ‘n fondament bly ek die een wat agterbly
Ek doen en werk verwagtend want die vrug het my verly
As steunpilaar vir jare nog, sou ek die las moes dra
Vergete hoe die woeker-nag my meer as dit sou vra
Ons oes is nou die vrugte van die saad van liefdesdaad
Jou jas in my kas wil nie meer pas – ‘n las bly inderdaad
Eers twee, toe vier; toe drie dan een
Jou beurt die anker rol te speel, wyl ek die winter nag alleen
tot in die lente steeds sal wees – al is die kinders ook by my
Groei my enigheid tot bo, waar die Wysheid met sy hulp my lei.
Categories:
meer, children, divorce, home, lust,
Form:
Having successfully seduced Zeus with his boyish beauty,
Whose eagle's claws captured the once mortal soul,
He was blessed with immortality and endowed with divine duty,
To bear cups and have filled to the top his bottom's bowl.
Had pride pervailed in Tros over the gods' pederastic fun?
Had the horses traded sufficed?
Had the godly grace which erased the human race in his son,
Paid the pitiless peasant an even price?
If Daedalus could see his son soar once more,
Under the sun's warmest of rays,
Would he wish for Icarus to return to the floor,
Or visit the heavens intent to stay?
Meer mortals envision Mount Olympus from its feet,
Where shephards and fisherman fight,
Nature personified by Gods whose tricks or treats,
Require that we inquire who controls day and night.
What if the Anemoi were really our amygdalai,
Their cardinal winds were in our minds,
And Appolo's light or Aphrodite's love we've deified,
Were our own devices whose control we must find?
We are the Gods of planet Earth,
Our home whom we must nurture,
And see its beauty for what it's worth,
For if we don't we'll all be tortured,
By the invented gods we've given birth,
In our thoughts to explain chaos and order.
Categories:
meer, father son, god, myth,
Form:
Rhyme
Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)
There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare
ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send audible wavelengths
to symbiotic species clear
as a bell, which organisms don
nano size MAGA hats, and main
lee set up shop in carpet threads,
and chiefly thrive on deer
pellets, where one bee bee
gun size bullet serves long lane
of critters unseen can easily
make headway into ear,
eyes, nose, et cetera other
orifices, and Kane
inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed
byproduct to forswear
unsightly piles of dirt, debris,
dust bunnies, which Jain
Dharma would find
appalling horrifically glare
ring at desecrating supposed germ
carrying pests calling utterly inane,
the constant effort
to keep house beautiful heir
ruled ding disinfectant resistant,
whether mite tee Germaine,
or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings
many named Oh Fair
Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek
out porous fleshy terrain
allowing, enabling and providing
pinhead size portal
i.e. vector to engineer
transmitting a fast
acting alien entity
without any explain
nation, an immediate urge to spruce up
the place applying interlinear
trigonometry (of course adhering to
Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain
ning, lessening, zapping,
et cetera, but meer
really loose sing a whirling dervish
(mini tornado) fiercely
finding the spouse on feverish spree
to clean entire apartment chain!
Categories:
meer, abuse, anger, animal, dad,
Form:
Free verse