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Write savagelywrite wildnever stop to see ifthe world is turning 'round.16 June 1995
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Burning the fuses of writing excusesI plough on the pageto escape from my cage.16 June 1995
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Die dorp voor my, 'n seein die oggendblou mis.Die bome, berge en geboueis wilde branders wat rol,die water is warm gekookmet reisende stoom.Die son kr..
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Swart rook stort die lug in;Maar nie pikswart nie,Eerder 'n spookerige swart,So 'n deursigtige swart,'n pers en ligte blou en gelerige-wit swart,Soos ..
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She looked at me intently
with
her soft, warm, brown eyes;
We smiled mutually.
The rotor blade churned wind
pl..
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A distinct scent of water on the air
Rejuvenates my mind’s winter thoughts
On life, while dark sil..
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Noble Lion,Dream of fireIn her heartWith passionFor me.8 August 1995
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i.
Awake my love, beside me lay,
Soon the sun will rise,
What better way to start the day
Than to see first light in your eyes.
ii.
S..
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Twenty two years and half a day
The earth has bore me on her way,
Around the sun, between the stars,
My life within her crystal vase.
Undulating t..
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Free-form, verse-form,
Time to perform;
But I must inform
That this form
Is a bad deform
Of poetic reform.
28 July 1992
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