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Evermore invitation (an urban fantasy)

(narrative):
a maiden at her mirror stands,
her worries painted on her face
she calls out in her heart
with hope Continue reading “Evermore invitation (an urban fantasy)”

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nazi

You don’t wear the uniform
but you think you’re ubermensch
you think your ideology smells like roses
but it is all wrapped up in non-sense Continue reading “nazi”

when it rains

when it rains
and emotion pours out
it floods Continue reading “when it rains”

My bederf:

Dit is so ‘n eer as iemand jou gedigte aanhaal op hulle webwerwe. Dankie Hanneliese. Lief jou ❤

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Te danke aan my movie- en seriespimp, geniet ek ure en ure se kykgenot

Van Eliza en Nommo in The Shape of Water-
“die beste romance movie ever”

tot die Vikings se vegkuns en passies. Terwyl ek Season 5, episode 3 van Vikings gekyk het, waar Floki die Gode ontmoet

het ek my herinner aan ‘n sekere gedig deur my geliefde woordesjef:

Sement my toé in jou sterk hart
kombers my toe in jou liefde
wys my die put van wysheid
waar jy jou oog gegee het

Neem my na Valhalla
duskant Ygdrasill
leer my om te lewe
leer my om te chill

Alvader stuur jou rawe
om te sien waar ek is
neem my op
die noordewind se rug

en as U, o Odin
die saad van wysheid saai
stuur die wind na my toe
om dit in my hart te waai

Deur Allen Wolfie Simpson uit sy bundel…

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Because…

Because…

a poem by Allen Wolfie Simpson & Hanneliese Bredell

“we’ve taken it to the end with every waking moment we face this silent torment”
– London After Midnight ‘Sacrifice’

Because you are Midnight
And i am Mauve Continue reading “Because…”

final image

you have created me
in many images, i roam
for every face i am
a mask i have grown Continue reading “final image”

stinkgog

Ek kan vir jou ‘n perde koets koop
en ons kan toer van hier na
Keetmanshoop Continue reading “stinkgog”

fetal state

withered emotions, I feel like winter
so cold in a grave of my own making
yesterday is so true it’s a lie
I am in an eternal fetal state
every time I dream, I die Continue reading “fetal state”

girl of whispers

the starlit eyes
that never lies
the sense of wonder
as you explore the new Continue reading “girl of whispers”

breadcrumbs…

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We try so hard to do our part
and work ourselves to the bone
“Give us our daily bread” Continue reading “breadcrumbs…”

the sum of our tears

The sum of our tears
are too vast
to work out
in mathematical terms
We have lost
so much
we are tired
our open-wound-souls yearn Continue reading “the sum of our tears”

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