Francois Hoon

Francois Hoon Poems

Here I stand
In darkness of uncertainty
On the edge of a cliff in the middle of a night
A cool breeze is chilling my spine
...

Let not my faith depend on me
For I am weak.
Let me trust wholly on You Lord
- Almighty God
...

A little while longer we lie in this stillness of earth
The time silent, as it flies by to the ending of our mirth
Your presence brings peace in these moments sweet
Your touch release a stir long forgotten till now this meet
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On an evening destined by Celestial design
The stars looked down to a beginning divine
Silent on grass in the shadows of a mountain
Two souls connect in the shadow of Almighty
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Bright eyes
Burning like fire
Bright eyes
Your heart was my desire
...

Agter élke liewe draai
Sit die kinders en spaai.
Enige mure en deur
Kan húl oë nie keer.
...

I see a vision of the sounds very clear
They are close by ever so very near
A maze of people in a polished wooden forest
Where voices ring thorough and silence protest
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Aching flames of fleshious promise
Beauticious nature,
................ luscious temptature.
Verve of life the motive drive
...

9.

An amber glow slides off the evening
From reflections on windows and pale streetlamps.
On bricks in the dark it lights a soft touch
In the stillness of dusk the slight effects much
...

What is joy, delight?
For delight is but distraction
Escapement of life
...

11.

O grey, grey, grey
Hopelessly trying to fold it away
My matter grey unsaned by the grey mist spray
Black and white knowledge; blinding pressure
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Realm of thought
Shaken to distraught.
Revelation newly caught
Dawning now a twilight on my thought.
...

13.

An endless beach a golden strand
Two lovers walking hand in hand
The swinging of arms
The chanting of tunes
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A ninemonth season of narcotic love
With naked veracity down to the core
Purest love it showed to be
Soft, soothing, allrevealingly.
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On Bedouin shore soft I sit and wonder
Looking over a dark Red Sea and a darker shore yonder
On pillows of content and a breeze God sent
...

A subtle tongue finds its way
To places where judgement still empty lay
A screen created in the minds of many
To paint the pictures seen by any
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A dreary road that winds and grinds
You down to dirt on a trail trodden frail
When you’re walked over and stepped upon
As people pass you by
...

A young boy is crumbled in a bundle small
Under wooden boards of stairs outdoor
His breath is held as he grips the ground of the floor
In his back an ache, from the angst in his heart a longed-for break
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On a dark grass lawn with fading lights in the far
Figures sit and lie, their shadows almost no more
Their mouths move to utter and consume
The time passing by as they lie and they lie
...

In a timeless sphere a thought becomes born
Of something lingering in the heart of existence
A stir of emotion flows
As the thoughts in quantity grows
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Francois Hoon Biography

Francois Hoon was born on the 18th of January 1982 in Pretoria, South Africa. He grew up in a middle-class suburban household and a reformed traditional Christian culture. Christianity had for a big part of his life been a good set of intellectual beliefs and morals to hold onto as a good way of life. A bunch of nice but not really very practically realistic stories in a Book that you read and then try to get a lesson from for your life. In 1996 at the age of 14 he went to a youth Christian gathering and for the first time experienced the God of the Bible to be alive, and to be a Person with whom individual and personal interaction was possible. He gave his life and his heart to this God and this new interaction caused a new source of life and joy to well up inside of him. Nine months later, in March 1997, he wrote his first poem, The Rose, to a girl he had a crush on. In that same year while praising God once, he received in a brief moment a vision from Him, which he felt compelled to express in writing. This was the first time he felt satisfaction in poetic expression, and it gave birth to his second poem, and the one to usher in the rest, One Night. Through highschool the guidance and support of an English teacher encouraged him to continue writing and to further explore the art and expression of poetry. It was in these years that his love and appreciation for classic poetry came to fruition, and poets like Matthew Arnold, William Shakespeare and Dylan Thomas opened up new inspiration for him. His first poem to be published in the school paper was Lying Love in 2000. In 2001 and 2002 he studied English, especially prose and poetry, at the University of Pretoria as part of the degree Multimedia. During these years he studied poets such as Edgar Allan Poe, Robert Frost, John Donne and William Wordsworth as well as others that influenced his writing. In 2001, after being baptized in the ocean a day before his 19th birthday, God revealed Himself to him in ways that challenged and built up his faith and his trust in Him and in the practical realness and applicability of the Bible and of the power of God. He awoke one night coughing heavily from Bronchitus he was suffering from, and after feeling lead by God to pray for this he was healed completely within half an hour. These revelations of Gods power continued through the years following and Francois' devotion to Him grew in likewise fashion. During his third year at University he realised that the course he was studying was not going to lead to a lifestyle and a life that he wanted, and he eventually pursued a career in professional tennis in 2003. Earning no money pursueing this, he decided to become a tennis coach after a bit more than a year, having reached a national singles ranking of 133. In 2006 he decided to answer God's call on his life for full-time ministry, and joined a youth adventure camps ministry in Pretoria for a year. In recent times authors such as J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis has served as an inspiration for his writing. From an early age Francois Hoon has had an appreciation and a love for beauty and believes that poetry shouldn't merely be the expressing of self, but should be a fusion of expression and beauty, and should stir something inside of a person that causes him to see and to seek something of a greater meaning and of an ultimate beauty. In 2007 he travelled around the world as part of The Global Challenge team, journeying to countries and places across the globe and ministering God's love, compassion and Gospel to people and to places in need of His touch and of His truth. In 2008 he started a ministry called Megiddo Ministries and went on an outreach to Israel and to Bosnia and Herzegovina. At the moment he is preparing for an outreach to South America in 2010. (See http: //megiddoministries.blogspot.com))

The Best Poem Of Francois Hoon

A Thousand Lights From A Mountain

Here I stand
In darkness of uncertainty
On the edge of a cliff in the middle of a night
A cool breeze is chilling my spine
As I look beyond on a golden shine

Behind me in the dark a forest broods
A darkness as such menacing my mood
It’s coldness and frightening solitude
Impressing on my mind
As if a force compelling me away

As I stand I feel the gravel ‘neath my feet
Crunching loosely as I shift my weight
An unstable base if I were to leap
As one or two pebbles slips,
And drops from the steep

I feel the pull
The darkness closely beneath
Gravitation choosing to hoard in this void
Calling my soul to soar towards
Yearning to sail onto some uncertain heath

I start to feel my legs growing tired
Beginning to wonder
What I’m meant to do
Is what I see
A goal
Or just a view?

A thousand lights from a mountaintop
Haunting my thoughts as I watch upon the drop
I cringe from the cold watery wind
Wanting to lie down and curl-up in a heap

Isolation…
I wipe the
Moist like
Sweat from my face

Long for warmth as the lights seem to be
A huddle of hoards a snug multitude
Maroon dark glow lighting the night
I watch from afar like a pushed-away Jude
An endlessness wild divide them and me

On this moment I feel that gravity that drains my will
Emptying my soul to a desolate still

Power punched from my legs
As I hunch to gain breath
I cringe at what wrings my muscles to death
An invisible force disabling me

Now increasingly
I long to leap
From a mountain top to a thousand lights
But thorny thistles to my ankles clings
Piercing stalks
Through my flesh cleaves

The wringing the wrath benumbing me move
Suddenly start slipping
As a grasp ungripped by oil
My body I feel gradually uncoil
Brawn tension dipping
A cloud of mist comes freshingly soothe

A fog appears from around the mount
Forming slowly down far in the valley beneath
Covering the light to an eerie golden glow
‘Tis as though
The dark being lit
As fluorescence of light
From the mist emanate

Through the thickness of air
I see the glow
Glowing gold
An almost warmth
On my skin now it fold

I try to take it hold
Desperation in my chest surges toward
This hope now felt all around
I shout, echo silent sound
I must now, I must get toward
My last hope – it to hold

Ah… I lift
I’m lifting free on flowing glow
I let go
Of the mountain beneath
And the thousand lights
Now above me it brights
Do I fall or fly?
I don’t know,
“I don’t know! ” I cry

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