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Best Poems Written by Rick Viljoen

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Overcome

OVERCOME

I’m a tiny human flicker
In whirling winds, losing light quicker
My flame glows glum, think I’m really done.
Overcome…

I’m a frail glade blossom, that in free air moves
Unexpected thundering mammals stomp with plundering hooves
I’m in the dirt, in a breathless stun.
Overcome…

I’m dropped in a boundless ocean
A collective being notion, passionate movement of erotion
Powerful sheet of love, hardest rocks my waves shun
Overcome…

Mountain of a spirit, sturdy in every little stone
Fortress of standing wisdom, timeless, never alone
Striving to transcend: hard to climb and only reached by some.
Overcome…

-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes

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Chamelions and Watermelons

CHAMELIONS AND WATERMELONS 

One foot forward, pause a sec
Two foot forward, pause and check
Googley green goggles, round and round spies. 
Slow reptilian eyes spots garden boy who in great excitement cries. 

"deez aaah, aah, what seh in Ingish...?" 
The garden boy tried words to distinguish. 
Runs right round the yard to Stan. 
Stan was his large employer man. 

"Meester Stan, deez aaah?", inquired the boy. 
Big stan sat in his big chair, and smiled with big joy. 
He gave a big thought, pondered a little while
"My dear man, that is a watermelon", said he with a big smile. 

The garden boy listened with intrigued intent. 
Exclaiming to chamelion in a rough English accent. 
"yuu, yuu aaah Wa-tah-meh-lohn!!!" 
Beside himself bolted excited over the lawn. 

Inside a pet store
Trying to sell watermellons for a few pennies more. 
The garden boy tried to explain
But never seemed to understand, that chamelions and watermelons are now the same.

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Abuser Bean

ABUSER BEAN

Morning beams to light addiction
Brewing needs to a daily fatigued affliction
Dark brown beans of caffeine cupped in ceramic
Without brew: seems I’ll go manic

Vapour breathing cup of fragranced mist
Beckons to needy lips in frantic caffeine list
Odours burnt, smoky and oaky teasing steady sips
Frenzy of buzzing bliss on my coffee trips

Bottled, tinned or cupped I’ll keep my stash
Never to withdraw in a buzzing crash
Never fret to fill my cup
Why wait, just Fill it up

Each time alight the kettle, another hit
Whenever I please, I’ll settle to quit
In any aching addict, a heart lies thirsting
An empty cup forever searching

-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes

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Coming To You Live

COMING TO YOU LIVE

My network begs an urgent announcement
Circuits inside confirmed: I’m coming to you live
New mind confirmed restricting past’s renouncement
Newly instated healthy mind immediately to arrive

Eyes searching the skies, says it’s clear
Lenses proved existence of lively vibrant colors
Ears on the side, say if you listen vibrations you can hear
Proven as some of the common senses among others

Nerve endings in skin declared to note free movement of air
The dermis felt it right in awe to raise each hair
Latest updates confirmed warm hugs are assured
To any depressed patient would prove effectively cured

And in the weather, the sun is feeling fine
Each moment felt, it’s caught and mine
This is your favorite body alive
Coming to you live

-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes

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Canver-Vive

CANCER-VIVE

Trapped inside a living cell
Multiplying thoughts in mine’s a hell
This body is where my soul lives
Dread and illness is all it now gives

Swirling mind, makes out unreal
Hard to grasp it’s all surreal
Petrified at this diagnosis
Uncertain, of course, my future prognosis

God help me I’m scared you know
Images go flashing: a destructive torpido
All looks low, lonely and lost
Not certain now what life will cost

             Re-vive!

My spirit vibrates eternally alive
Stronger than anything. I will survive!
Surrounded by colourful- sincere relation
Information bounds healing inspiration

My heart cries out to you all
Brave angels who will never fall
Valiantly I face an  inner foe
I cancer-vive, and freely grow

-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes

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Only One Will Win

Only one will win

Opened eyes, I have awakened
So the duel begins for the bacon
White is she and named Content
Black is he and called Resentment

Feed the dogs as you please
Just remember which has fleas
Each and everything you do
In what you do shines brightly through

Content radiates with positivity
Showing the hearts purest proclivity
Resentment oozes the negative
Binding chain to never truly live

Only one will win
The light of white to make you sing
Only one will win
The black of death to take away your grin.

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Primal Emotion

PRIMAL EMOTION

Tell a blind man of purple
A born deaf of Mozart & Beethoven
Catch a feeling and bind it verbal
Tell a heart and mind of primal emotion

Uncontrollable moving primative force
In need of survival: a compelling reaction
On its own blindly following natures course
Animal instinct toward repelling or attraction

Think what beautiful stars would taste like
If dry logic said not, it’s fiery and gassed
Feeling without thought as guiding light
Is distraction and ecstacy overly amassed

In balance combined heart and mind
Pondering emotions to a brilliant work of art
Staring through glossy hazel windows to find
That my heart lies inside my mind    

-Rickus Viljoen
@Facebook: Mr Writes

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Moonfull

The moon is a bulb who God in the sky drew
Some nights with earth, plays peekaboo
The moon is a face who greets the lonely nights
Tonight filled, tomorrow his light, hidden from all sights.

The moon is no fool, yet loves to play his tricks
A different face every night he picks
Among the stars, he appears as a near jewel
In the nightful sky, the rightful rule

Would you see the moon dance
Spinning around the globe, without hands
In the wind, stirring Mother Earths ocean skirts
Still standing poised, as round, She Globe turns

Never should you fear to lose him
He might choose a bulb bright, or he’ll choose dim
Every long day that’s met it’s end
In the heavens, greeted by your illuminated friend

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Beastly Day

Beastly Day

A beastly day, begins with lonely dawn
Of a smile and inner light completely shorn
Where could one hide from a truly beastly day
When in your flesh it’s teeth will stay

Merciless and persistant be his lust
To thrust your hopes and spirit in the dust
Clenched claw tugs on a heart ever tight
Nervous belly, leaves you in a fright

Tedious and oblong moves the onslaught
Every hour wrong, every hour faught
Prayer to be no more the prey
Laying bare under a heavy beastly day

Surely there must be an end
A message to tomorrow we shall send
Bring with you a new sun ray
And cast to dusk this bad day.

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Acting Drop

Acting drop

Applause applause, dance in iron pans
Listen as they clap
Scores of tiny water hands
Cheering, clap clap, tap tap.

Natures most splendid performance
A soothing liquid song
Expect them in drenched tuxido and pants
Performing in unison, their voices are strong.

A war they must win
A legion of tiny shooting stars
An army of foot soldiers motioning as one
Deployed from the sky, soundly they march.

Troupe together they thunder
Descending strands unto thirsty lands
Cast together, they’re cast asunder
Oh, I love natures giving in tiny water hands