Some poems, which are only thoughts, do fade away
if you do not immediately write them down,
others do keep gnawing at your thoughts
and they do drive you mad and sweep you along
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(after Etienne van Heerden)
The ocean lies flat like a mirror
without any stream or surging swell around me,
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(for Annelize)
I like the way that you do fit in under my arm,
of how easily I can embrace you
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(for Annelize)
I like the way that you do fit in under my arm,
of how easily I can embrace you
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(for Annelize)
Like at your holiday-home at the sea
the waves bash and burst and sweep us along
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(for Annelize)
Like at your holiday-home at the sea
the waves bash and burst and sweep us along
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(for Annelize)
The scorching sun burns the sky blue
and I do so intensely love you.
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(in answer to Susan Smith)
In ancient time I did ride on my golden-haired pig-bear
or my golden war-chariot did cut the way short
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I notice her in Sandton City and she is slender and lean,
very beautiful, do scarcely use makeup,
with the curves that do catch every male eye
with a crocodile-leather handbag that hangs on her arm,
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(in answer to A. G. Visser)
It's late afternoon on the last day of creation,
it's becoming twilight with the beginning of the night,
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