Portal for Writers and Poets in South Africa
In my sleep I hear my heartbeat
At breakfast I still dream
She consumes me like the summer heat
At lunch I feel that dream
At times I feel like a child needing guidance,
Sickness in my thoughts is far from reverence.
I have a fast mind ruled by impatience
And a slow heart ruled by defiance.
Confusion defines my essence.
I dream to merge with her essence.
In my sleep I hear
At breakfast she’s near
She…
My dream.
At the hill top of no map, we stood with our eyes gazed upon each other,
As the moon stood witness to the beautiful presence of affection
Glistened in the light of passion, the two became one
Their heart exchanged magnetic eminence as their palms touched.
As he slid his hand from her palm up her arms, she became a prisoner of his passion. She clenched her fist and closed her eyes…as he held her wrist ,that moment in time was theirs.
The perfection of a moment was created when two strangers became one .
A soul mate…Oh no, A lover …no never……But a masterpiece they created
A masterpiece of a moment perfected because of love
Simple
Many do it
In good situations
Letting go the negatives
Everlasting throughout the days of their lives
Mense wat verby skuur
almal volgens die reels van natuur
Die chemie van ons wat bestaan
met alles wat ons veklaar
die onbekende spasies
van dinge….
wat ons nie verstaan;
met die aanhoudende dink van lewe
en wat ons daarin wil vind- laat my terug wens na die eenvoudige
denke van n kind.
Want soos n boek onderdaning aan my lesers
wat my hart beskryf op lee wit papiere, die fasiere dele van wie
ek is- my siel stadig oopvlek my hart ooptrek.
Gevorm deur die hand van my skrywers
wat daagliks n hoofstuk voltooi
my hart, my menswees my dryfs gees,
dit wat my laat bestaan , maar ook
dit wat vergaan..
J.C Jacobs
I was so young, so naïve
The world was my playhouse
I was happy, so content
Living each day for what tomorrow might bring
The hope sparkling eternal in my eyes
And then….
You touched me softly with caress
You told me politely you loved me you undressed me
With your eyes
And then…
You wrote me poems, promised me sweet nothings
While lying drunk in love under the shadow of our willow tree
We would dream and just be free
make love with pure intent.
You told me you loved me, time and time again….
But then
I told you I loved you
And you left me, lingering
You left me although you were always there
There were so many others you told the same thing
And now
I am broken, trying to fix what I didn’t break
Trying to put together piece, by piece
By piece
Allowing for no love as my heart has grew fearful
Sceptical of the world
When
You left me out in the cold, you ran from my tears
I am not lonely just afraid of the company to keep
Because the company we keep will earn us a reap
Whether good or bad, that we will become in the
Company we keep.
J.C Jacobs
Daar in die verte, in die Bronberge
Le daar n sprokie wat my hart begeer
In die diepte van die groot bloekom bome en
wilgers daar sal my hart na hunker met geen keer
Op die immergroen heuwels sit n huisie;
Omring deur die skone natuur,
In die huis,
Was ek nog nooit van tevore,
Maar toe my oe die eerste dag die plekkie vind
Begin ek weer diep denkend droom soos n kind;
Ek sit daar op die stoepie op n naweek weggebreuk
En kyk uit oor die vlaktes en dink aan gister se gedagtes
In die blou lug sien ek die weerspieling van n man, met
n kleine handjie in sy groot skulp hand omring hy die seuntjie
Wat hy help met die visstok so groot en onbeskore vir sy lyfie
Probeer hy sy eerste vissie vang in ons eie dam
Ek hoor die gelag en gejuifel van my dogtertjie
Soos ek in die gras groen berg skeur inkyk, vind ek
Haar heel spelend, fluister sy saggies vir al haar troeteldiere
Dis laat middag en die twee le uitgepaas die sagte,
Bronne briese wind waai deur ons hare, soos die
Groot bome n lied sing, die perde kom oor die heuwel met
Haas, en vir ou laas skyn die son met sy streulende strale deur die
Skeur van die Bronberg se deur.
Soos die laaste glimlag vir die laaste dag, weet hy ons
Harte smag vir more-
Nog n eksotiese wonderlike dag, In die droomhuis
Wat steeds in my toekoms sit en wag……………
J.C Jacobs
Take me to a place where there is adventure
A place of winding roads
A place that feet long to explore
A place where we never get tired
Take me to a place of peace
A place where we love with our souls
A place where we talk with our eyes
A place where the bees never sting
Take me to a place of heaven
A place where our smiles are the lights
A place where happiness noursihes us
A place where we sit next to God
Take me to a place where there’s no conformity
A place where freedom reigns
A place where liberty does not sit still
A place where we are neighbours with fraternity
Take me to that place
If I have ever failed to bow down
To You
Even for a day
I’m falling on my knees
Right now
Hoping that You listen
To what I have to say:
For twenty-three years
Passed
From hand to hand
And with every new set
The old ones disappeared
For twenty-three years
Life
Felt like one big mess
The loss
The grief
The hatred
The anger
The uncertainty
To say the least
For twenty-three years
Blessings
Were bestowed upon me
And with each of those
A sacrifice was made to Thee
I regard You as my only
Father
Not just spiritually,
But humanly
There was never another
And even though You blessed me with
Two substitute mothers
Everybody knows
The soul and heart of a young girl
Yearns
To be with her biological mother
And even though she, too, was
Ripped
From my life
Too soon
You still blessed me with a brother
One person whom I’ve come to
Believe
Will stay throughout my lifetime
One person whom I’ve come to
Believe
Will not be taken from me
One person whom I’ve come to
Believe
Will not come to the end of his life
Before I’ve reached the peak of mine
But all those believes mean
Nothing!
Nothing!
Nothing!
When I see his dying soul
Through those cold
Confused eyes
When I watch him
Barely
Holding on
His hands slipping and I can’t pull him back
When he gasps for breath
And his body screams for help
If I have ever failed to bow down
To You
Even for a day
I’m falling on my hands and knees
This very day
Begging You
Hear my plea
Hear my cry
Please!
Bring him back to life
In my dreams I breath underwater
I sleep and all is well
upon my waking moment I feel cold winter’s bite
despite this fiery hell
You said you needed a finger
That one of mine would suffice (It wasn’t enough)
I went and cut off my hand
And later bore the price (But it wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a foot
That mine was way too small (It would never be enough)
So I cut off both my feet
And later had to crawl (But it still wasn’t enough)
You said you needed a lung
That you were short of one (It wasn’t enough)
I gave you one of mine
Well, then, I was short of one (Yet, it wasn’t enough)
Before you needed anything else
I ripped my heart from my chest (Maybe that would be enough)
But you looked at me and said: ”Actually,
I’m in need of something else’
