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Cathrin Vici Kiehm Poem
Committee of Vultures
There they sit squabbling
Up in a tree or on the ground
Waiting greedily for the next carcass
Laughing, they don’t care how it got dead
Always waiting to rip to shreds
Pushing and shoving to be the first
They yearn for blood but it's rotting flesh
They will pick and pick, till the bones are bare
Their sharp beaks, squawk who’s best
They preen their feathers ever so proud
The putrid stench still sticks to their feathers
In their committee they huddle, another to devour
Copyright © Cathrin Vici Kiehm | Year Posted 2024
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Cathrin Vici Kiehm Poem
Gee jy nog om
Gee jy nog om vir jou naaste?
Sal dit so wees op die laste?
Wanneer ons moet staan op ons geloof,
Sal jy dan nog die Vader kan loof?
Gee jy nog om vir jou naaste?
Of maak jy vol die heidense kaste?
Vader sê “welsyn begin by jou eie”,
Maar van die heiden verkies jy verskeie.
Gee jy nog om vir jou naaste?
Of probeer jy versteek jou laste?
Kan jy sê ou God en myne is dieselfde?
Die waarheid oor jou lippe gebeur selde.
Gee jy nog om vir jou naaste?
Vals als wat jy doen, jou eie verluste?
Kan jy vir die Vader die eer gee,
Of gee dit vir jou naam ‘n weë?
Do you still care?
Do you still care for your neighbour near?
Will this truth hold as the end draws near?
When on our faith we must firmly stand,
Will you still praise the Father, hand in hand?
Do you still care for those by your side,
Or with the pagan casts, does your heart reside?
"The Father says charity begins with your own,"
Yet from heathens, you choose seeds to be sown.
Do you still hold your neighbour in your heart,
Or attempt to hide your flaws, playing a part?
Can you claim our Gods to be one and the same,
When truth on your lips, plays a vanishing game?
Do you still care for your neighbour, true,
Or is all that you do for your own gain, through and through?
Can you lift the glory to the Father above,
Or seek instead for your name, fame and love?
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Empty picture frame
I have a frame with no photo or picture inside
I don't want a photo there because my past has died
I look at this which reflects my feelings and emotion
I can only fill it with a face that brings happiness and fortune
When you lose things that brings meaning to your life
Every day is empty and filled with loneliness and strife
The knowledge that I did nothing to make things go wrong
Brings more pain and my heart sings the saddest song
I feel as though I have been laid down to rest
Because loving you is like taking each living breath
You who gave me joy and pain I call by name
You are the reason, and you are my empty picture frame.
By Cathrin Stuart
Copyright © Cathrin Vici Kiehm | Year Posted 2024
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Just a Haiku’s
You made me dumb drunk
I gave a for your mind
It was just a
Dim of mind you are
Thinking that a is love
It was just a
Paper bag o'er head
Is how I wished you to be
It was just a
When I did you
It was her face I did see
It was just a
Regret meeting you
Nearly lost the one I want
You were just a
By Cathrin Stuart
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Let the children be
The carefree laughter of a child, sweeps across the sky
The joy of playing and happiness can be seen
Eyes sparkle and cheeks are flushed with fresh air
The beauty and innocence of a child is everywhere
Man with wicked thoughts and perverted mind
Come to ruin the innocence of a child
To destroy that little world before it begins
To leave that life filled with scary things
Why must a child's innocence from him be taken
They don't deserve man’s evil intentions
The innocence of a child is the way to heaven
Evil men must pay for their actions
Preserve the beauty and innocence of a child
Permit them to be happy and free
God's children can show you a true smile
Let them be happy, let the children be.
By Cathrin Stuart
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Demon comes with smiles
Very carefully veiled wiles
Prod another to take the fall
A Victim through it all
Demon guise as a mother
Looking for another to smother
A wife a husbands fall foretell
She will see everyone burn in hell
Demon deception of caring
All the while souls seering
Malicious word of mouth ensue
But the truth you will eschew
Demon conniving and stealing
Envy and greed guaranteeing
Long fingers to secretly grasp
Play innocent your mask
Demon dutchman kind
We know and see your mind
Common trash from the ash
For truth you are no match
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Cathrin Vici Kiehm Poem
Every 20 February, I am reminded
Unwanted
Rejected
Unloved
Every 20 February, the dagger twists
Impossible to love
Difficult child
A duty not a joy
Every 20 February, I am reminded
Living mistake
Born a stranger
Resented existence
Every 20 February, the dagger twists
Never good enough
Not deserving
Never worthy
Every 1 September, I am reminded
I am love
I am strength
I am enough
By Cathrin Stuart
Copyright © Cathrin Vici Kiehm | Year Posted 2025
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Trapped in a bowl to live
On display to be picked apart
Every move watched and discussed
Judged by their own reflection in the mirror
Disconnect from the mind hive
Ignoring and avoiding a good start
Their word farts making me disgusted
The way of their thinking is sheer horror
Trapped in this bowl their vice
Control and manipulation impart
The are trapped in what they constructed
In time their machinations will become their terror
By Cathrin Stuart
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The Nature of You
Perfection is looking into your eyes and seeing our souls dance like the flickering flames of fire reaching for the stars, or watching water swirl around a rock in a shallow brook.
Watching the wind gently caress the long, swaying grass — all the slow movements that ensnare you in a trance.
Happiness in your voice whispers to the recesses of my mind, like the crackling of a fire that pops in tiny explosions, or the gurgling babbling of a brook, the laughter of water sprites.
Whispers of secrets in the swishing grass, only our souls know — all the sounds that echo of joy found only in the heart.
Serenity in companionship, providing peace for the soul, like the dying embers of a fire emitting a soft glow, or a lazy river gently flowing with promises of peace and calm.
A soft breeze that carries fragrance to lull your senses —a peace that flows through you and gives your soul a home.
By Cathrin Stuart
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Let the children be
The carefree laughter of a child, sweeps across the sky
The joy of playing and happiness can be seen
Eyes sparkle and cheeks are flushed with fresh air
The beauty and innocence of a child is everywhere
Man with wicked thoughts and perverted mind
Come to ruin the innocence of a child
To destroy that little world before it begins
To leave that life filled with scary things
Why must a child's innocence from him be taken
They don't deserve man’s evil intentions
The innocence of a child is the way to heaven
Evil men must pay for their actions
Preserve the beauty and innocence of a child
Permit them to be happy and free
God's children can show you a true smile
Let them be happy, let the children be.
By Cathrin Stuart
Copyright © Cathrin Vici Kiehm | Year Posted 2024
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