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Kobus Bekker Poem
This is crystal clear,
In your eyes there is fear.
You know im the next Shakespeare.
Im hitting off with a blast.
Rising so fast.
Every day I have something to say.
We are only in May.
I have the desire
To rise higher
Enough being said.
My words are already in your head.
Im the next big thing,
I call myself the crazy poetry king.
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Everybody behold
They wearing green and gold
An underdog team
With only one dream
In a group of death
They hold their breath
They show no fear
The world cup is near
They fighting an up hill
To show their skill
Behind a Brazilian coach
No one will approach
Fans screaming there name
Winning every single game.
A rainbow nation standing tall
Nothing’s going to make us fall
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Kobus Bekker Poem
My blou bul “girl”
Sy gee my die “thrill”
Sy is die ene,
Sy het die mooste bene.
Die een vir wie ek lewe.
Sy is my alles.
Baie beter as Jacque Kallis
Die rede hoekom ek slaap,
En opstaan in die oggend.
Ek sal haar die wereld gee,
Saam met die groot blou see.
Haar van is Kyle.
Sy het die pragtigste smile.
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Kobus Bekker Poem
It’s a dark evil place
That I had to erase
It all needs to be replace
Making some space
Twenty five years of pain
Is now down the drain
Washed out of my brain
Im starting a new campaign
Leaving on hot Sunday afternoon
Going to drive with the moon
Floating like a balloon
Im listening to a tune
I need to take a holiday
Maybe it’s the fall of grace
I start my race
On my own little pace
I lived in suburbs and in towns
With ups and some downs
Im coming back for my crown
Proof to the world I’m no clown
I'm almost at the end of my holiday
Think what to say.
There is a delay.
I will be holding you one day.
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I feel like sl-lit,
i wanna flip.
Let my words rip,
come take a sip.
My phone keeps on ringing,
its chesney hawkins singing.
I get this scary feeling,
she's gönnä nail me for stealing.
I look at the sealing,
wish i knew what was the meaning.
I must start to pray,
every single day.
I'm smoking myself to death,
i need to take a deep breath.
Please don't make me fall,
i don't wanna end it all.
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Kobus Bekker Poem
My words are my inspiration
It’s bigger than the inflation
Im staring at a nation
Listening to my favourite station
You were a part of my life
But you cut it with a knife
I need to strive
Before I hit this dive
The song in my ear
Takes away my fear
Everything is clear
When I wipe away my tear
Now im done
This is no more fun
It’s making me run
Away from the sun
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Kobus Bekker Poem
Its quarter to two,
I can’t wait to see you.
The school bell is ringing,
Children are singing.
You look after me,
And my mommy can see.
You are a warm hearted person,
It’s time the world listens.
You have a good heart,
You make us all smart.
I just wanna say thanks
You top of the ranks.
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Want to tell you all a story later
A soon as my pen hit some paper.
She means the world to me,
I know she can see.
Push everyone aside.
This gönnä be an awesome ride
Im next to your side
And when d-day comes,
No matter where im from
I will be holding your hand
Walking with you through the sand.
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Kobus Bekker Poem
lost without a trace in a small little place
I've been erased and been replaced
its hard to find when you are left behind
feels like there's nothing in my mind
everything is empty and dark
its time to make a mark and disembark
searching for a road to offload
i need to decode before i explode
I'm always on the edge
need to make a pledge
this is all hocus pocus
i need to start and focus
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Kobus Bekker Poem
Tick tock, tick tock
I'm staring at my clock
Looking at the time
Thinking of my next rhyme
Tick tock, tick tock
This is no serious crime
I'm living in my 'prime'
Dancing to my favorite song
This is not going to take too long
Tick tock, tick tock
With joy running through my veins
I've just been dodging trains
And my silence ... still remains
Tick tock, tick tock
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