Long Tog Poems

Piper’s day started same as the rest.
At breakfast time she made a big mess.

What’s going on? I feel very energetic.
My paws keep moving but I can not let it.

She sees the girl heading out of...

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When it came to love I would always act strange 
younger me messed up with an amazing girl
I'm sorry for all of the past pain 
I've only just realised you were the girl I should...

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She came from that special tribe of women
whose hands have six fingers each.
Fingers that appear a blur of agitation
chattering amongst themselves 
in a language I could never understand.

9th Row: * Yo, K1, yo, sl 1,...

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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...

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*Reserata Carcerem XLIV*

Yore, chewed churning curse sewn sage -
ñ an urchin did he spit rasp rage;
ñ bounty bicycle had h' ridden.
Alas! Moist murk his tarred tog cl'ven.

Anon, tottered by th' urchin's sire,
'n' apt acumen rehearsed...

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Jy by die see 

In my drome sien ek ‘n duidelike beeld
Van jou en hoe jy wandel langs die see
en die aandwind huil alweer verveeld
net voor die eerste ster sy glimlag gee

Donker kaalvoet spore sink...

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emoceb dednilb yb siht eslaf, daed dlrow
eno rehtona dna os taht ym seye lliw ton
os taht ym seramthgin lliw rebmemer
htiw sti sekats dna skrofhctip
I lliw ekat siht eno thguoht
dias ot em I nod't deen taht.
no...

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Like debris then that clutches rolling logs,
this fit of time ensnares like demogues.
What e'er was wholesome, now in total fog
does placate for it's venture, fanfares bog!

Aye, celebrate the venture, 'morrow's clog
will by the neck's redemptor's...

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In die dieptes van duisternis vind ek my pad,
Met 'n seer hart probeer ek die pyn weghou,
Deur die prisma van bottels probeer ek ontsnap,
In die arms van alkohol kry my hartseer vorm. 

Met elke sluk...

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This morning, my heart beat like shoe sounds
Tak, Tok, Tak, Tok, 
While I play the role of a gay
I am scared. 

This afternoon, my heart sounds like a clock
Tik, Tak, Tik, Tak, 
I am confused...

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Jou wens 

Die vraag is ‘n stuk van my moed.
So asof ons dit albei weet.
‘n Druk van een, gee sonne-gloed
Ag, kon ‘n mens dit maar net meet?

Tog besef, my eensaamheid
die soektog na die wedren-uil
van jaloesie...

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