Dewald Viljoen

Dewald Viljoen Poems

‘n Rissie pit, om die bloed te geur
Hartsafraan, verleen eksotiese kleur
Nou kook ons in ons warm kombuis
Die geur van liefde hang in ons huis.

Is dit ook koud vanaand by jou huis
Soos wat dit koud is hier by myne?
En skyn dieselfde maan ook op jou
Soos wat hy skyn hier op my?

In die laaste oomblik van die dag,
voor die eerste sekonde van die nag,
vat ek jou hand in my hand
en ly jou oor die rant, na die waterkant.

Jy ken my nie, maar ek ken jou soms

Jou woorde is my kompas noord
En die seerower kruis op my hartkaart.

Die telefoon zoem soos 'n woedende perdeby
en die angel in jou stem, spreek van slegte gety!

Jy, die een wat my bloed laat vloei,

Sometimes, when I am all alone with my thoughts
I will suddenly look inside myself, and find nothing.
But then the smell of your hair or the sound of your voice
would rise up from the depths of my being

I have stood where angels fly,
and I have crawled where demons sleep.

I fought with lions,

I was just a man.
I was not cruel or heartless.
I did not live with hate.
I merely did what you asked.

This is all,
there can be no more.
Every day,
Every night,

You ask me if I love you, even a little bit,
and I

I love you lots of bits.

' Stone angels are found all over the world, standing at the head of fallen soldiers graves. This is poem is for all those soldiers, you are not forgotten.'

Behind old, rusting gates.
Between a congregation of long sealed fates.

And when you wake,
you will open your eyes,
and be amazed,
by the fleeting lies of our truth,

Every bird that you see,
know, it was sent by me,
to search for you.

Do you fight the aproaching night,
or do you accept the next mornings' dawn,
basking in the newness of the day?

Tonight, the words fall on this page,
like rain before the driving wind.
The storm that drives them from my mind,
have been raging for years.

I miss you most at night, I think.
In the last few moments before you sleep,
when a hard day's work and a tired mind,
drew back the curtains of your soul.

Where do you hide,
when the cold night surrounds you?
Where do you run to,
when loneliness stalks you?

If I could write the words to make you understand,
pages would be filled in seconds,
and the words would fall like autumn leaves.
If pain be the reason for the words,

This, is for you.
It was written me.
The contents is pure,
The form is functional.

To the back of me is the Abyss
and my feet are already at the edge.
Suddenly the dark seems so inviting,
and I remember a time I was happy.

Dewald Viljoen Biography

I don't write because I enjoy it, I write because I have no choice in the matter. This results in very irregular phases of creativity, months or years go by without a single word! So what you are reading on this site could be the beginning or the complete collection of my life's work, but in either case I hope you find something that rings true to you! Some of my favourite lines: 'WHEN you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep' W B Yeats ' En dan word hy mos stil en jy hoor nie meer sy stem nie...' Pieter Pieterse 'then in the arctic half light of the canyon, all existence fades into a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.Eventually all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the worlds great flood an runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks there are timeless raindrops.Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.' Norman MacLean)

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‘n Rissie pit, om die bloed te geur
Hartsafraan, verleen eksotiese kleur
Nou kook ons in ons warm kombuis
Die geur van liefde hang in ons huis.

Daar's druppels sout op jou satyn sagte vel
en jou perske soet tong, moet nou haar woorde tel!
Ryk rooiwyn, om my gou te verlei
En warm liefde, word haastig berei.

Kaneel vir die soet dinge wat jy sê
Heuning, om taai in jou naeltjie te lê.
Die temperatuur is hoog en die hitte pla
Dit is net ‘n geval van tyd voor die bure kla

Die reuk van anys en koemein in die lug
Jou hande en jou soene op my rug.
Saam met jou gaan ek nog in die sop beland!
Saam met jou gaan ek nog my vingers brand!

Dewald Viljoen Comments

Anju K 01 May 2008

Very Honest poet that makes his readers touch and smell his emotions in whatever subject he is talking about.

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