Long Moet Poems
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[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.
It Feels Right
Come here, let me talk to you!
I know you got a man but
let me show you something true!
I love your sassy attitude!
The way you strut confidently
yet so humble and subdued
I'll caress your face!
Have you doing things you shouldn't,
alone in my place.
I'll bite your lower lip!
Hand prints on that ass
as I tease you with the tip.
Love music to match,
I'll hit your hot spots
watch you giggle and laugh.
I will treat you right,
Engaged in the chase
for more than just tonight.
Always keep you lookin' good!
Prince of your temple
you can call me robin hood.
I'll shower you with love!
Mulberry bubble bath
your body fits me like a glove!
I've got your body so relaxed!
Sexy moans serenade and
I'm becoming more attached!
Oh, what you like it rough!
I'll take you to the pinnacle
have you screaming that's enough!
Tell me about your past!
I want to get to know you,
put your heart on blast.
Intoxicated, you taste like Moet!
Scratch marks on my back,
dug deeper the further I get!
You've got me stronger than bamboo!
sweat soaked and falling hard
into a situation so taboo!
Jared L. Pickett
8/13/2014
Asavvy1
Remembering all of those late nights seeing
the shadows of your silhouette.
My heart begins to pound like a
damsel indistress.
Blood streaming through my veins like a nice flow of
champane called 'Moet'.
Losing one's breathe with each beat,
indiscret with hope that once again we will
meet.
Sweat drippin from the romantic evation,
Yelling out from seeing the contour of the man's
persuasion.
Tossing and turning into one's deminsion,
Feeling like a school girl going to detention,
In remission of one's own submission.
Only time will tell the tale
When time is on time.
Time is not blind to the necked eye,
Only time is blind to no time.
Awakening from an enchanted scene,
Looking for ones king,
Seeing the stars bling,
Just to sing into a memory....
Of a lover's dream.
Tiffany Saxon
Lat ons nou gou speel
die dondewee gan kom
en wragtig lek die dak
hemel is baie kwaad
ons hettie die mielies geplant nie
rondloopers loop rond sonne werk
hulle krap nou in da blikke
hulle se Tromp gan mal
wiet daai mense nie alles
is so uitgesit
ag nee, ja ! ons moet nou pwasa
_________________________
[English Translation]
Let us do our work quickly
thunder is on its way
and the roof leaks
heaven is quite angry
we did not plant the corn
the homeless are walking
around without work
they are bin scratching
saying Trump is going mad
don’t those people know
everything is so defined ?
aah no, yes ! we need to fast now
Our eyes met
Across the room
The sight of her
My heart went boom
Her shiny hair
Skin so fair
Slimline body
Shaped to stare
I introduce
Myself to her
Her accent sweet
Perfect purr
Drinks drunk
We make our leave
Joining hands
Like a weavers weave
Late night walk
Hand in hand
The talk is sweet
Of the loving kind
We stop and share
A dreamy kiss
As we read our minds
Eventful wish
Back at mine
I pour us drinks
Moet Champagne
To me she winks
Close we hold
Each others frame
Dancing slow
With this gorgeous dame
Adventurous hands
Explore each other
Naked flesh
Revealed from cover
As i hold her close
Her breasts charm me
Pert icons
Caress me
My manly hands
Run through her mane
Down her spine
To my wanting aim
Her curves so arced
Architectural gem
As she gently strokes
My wanting stem
She takes my hand
And sits me down
Astride my thighs
Slides on my crown
Slowly we share
Each others joy
As we pant and groan
This girl and boy
Throbbing bulge
Inside her heavenly cave
To adorn her walls
Our pulsing craves
I pull her in
As we release our flows
Joyous moans
As our bodies glow
We kiss and enjoy
Our united mix
As our tongues unite
With passioned slick
We share a shower
And lay down our heads
Cuddling close
In a silken bed
I awake in the morning
To a note left near
Beside the message
The drawing of a tear
Last night my dear
I was blessed like a dove
Your my one night stand
My negative love
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love2.php
Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome
Watter wekker skrik sy meester kaal
Wyl hy rondtol.in n lakenhel?
Skape, pennies en sy woorde tel
Of plak gebede saam met drome vas
Teen blank plafonne en die linnekas?
En ook skimme wat eens mense was
n vingerskrif op die klagstaat straf
Ander sluimer niksbeduidend
Wereld werk nog steeds misleidend
Introspeksie hou het geen verband
Onwelkom het net ingekom
Soos infeksie in n agtertand
Prokureur teem onbeholpe
'k kort n advokaat
n leuenverklikker wat moet wèèt waarvan hy praat
Opgetof en opgetoga en n omkoopmagistraat
Sinies en insomnies
naghof ronddool in n doodloopstraat
Wie sake uitgooi maar dan skelm uitstel
Weereens more ons beroof van geld en slaap
we found it uncomfortable
to hear him rant.
we found it less considering to
try to understand his logic
his disposition
and even his words.
" YOU HAVE A FAMILY
I THINK YOU CAN UNDERSTAND
I DON'T LIKE YOU
AND YOUR BUSINESS IS MY BUSINESS
AND WHAT BRINGS US TOGETHER
IS THAT YOUR RESEARCH IS FOR ME: ( PAUSING TO LAUGH)
YOUR WORK SHALL BE MINE
ALL YOUR LABORS ARE IN VAIN,
SEE YOU MAY BE WEALTHY, BUT I'M THE BOSS
YOU FOLLOW MY ORDERS, AND EVERY THING WILL BE FINE,
CALL IT BULLYING: OR A MEASURE OF DISCONTENT
WHAT LACKS EMOTION OFTEN BRINGS PEOPLE TO BE LESS
CONSIDERATE, YOU WEALTHY PEOPLE NEED TO UNDERSTAND
YOU CAN' AFFORD NOT TO GIVE ME WHAT I WANT
AND YOU CAN'T AFFORD NOT TO DO WHAT I SAY
I'M THE FREAKIN BOSS HERE!"
IT TOOK EIGHT MEN IN TUXEDO'S TO GET THIS MAN OUT OF THE
BANQUET HALL.
WE WERE HAVING A GREAT TIME DANCING AND SHARING THYMES TOGETHER AND
THIS JERK CAME IN DEMANDING THE PLANS AND THE CASH FROM
MR. JEHOSHAPHAT, HE LOOKED SCARED AND COWARD DOWN TO HIM
UNTIL MY HUSBAND TOOK THE SITUATION AND BOUGHT A LEVEL OF DIGITY TO THIS CARTOONISH JERK!