Johan Fourie
Johan Fourie Poems
Did the loss of love, opportunity and dear ones stop us......:
...embracing the complexities and paradox of life with joy and passion?
....from dancing on the pavement, to the music of the rain and wind, under the stars?
....reaching out to those in want and need witholding our compassion, wisdom-, and hope for a better next time round?
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...at dusk, at times
they arrive, the wolf pack
they came in stealth, silenty and quitely. just suddenly here
...knowing their purpose and my role
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Some people come into our lives and quickly go, while others stay awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.
Eleanor Roosevelt
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aching, needy and yearning....
..for that alusive and inconcieveable place in space and time
....where it is possible to have it all
...is there such a place, where we can have it all?
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Ek wil sit en verdrink in die sielvolle dieptes van jou oë; met my lippe saggies en ferm op joune jou geur en siel indrink; en verdwaal in die engele sang van jou bekoorlike stem; my met wellus vergryp aan die sensuele kurwes-, en beweeg van jou lyf, en lippe, en die kuiltjie in jou mond hoek…...en jy die mens met siel en intellek wat kan toor met woorde en drome gestalt in dialoog - oorspronklik die diep sielvolle jy wat in my dag drome loop
Ek wil my tong en lippe en asem laat streel soos 'n sagte koel-warm briesie oor elke millimeter van jou lyf en vel. Deur dit te beweeg- en te laat raak aan jou aora, die energie veld en ligaams hare se punte.
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ek't jou gemis, gisteraand, heelaand...
ek't gaan strepe trek en vertroos
hierdie ander oor hul verwagtinge dan nou lê aan jouse kant van grense
dan gebaken buite hul bestek van gee, en ok neem
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I am but a humble man, plain as is......
This thing called love makes me to be
...master crafts man to craft rare and precious jewels for your breast an’ear
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Ek is maar eenvoudige en nederige man......
Hierdie ding Liefde, maak my te wees.....
...meester vakman te skep skaars en kosbare juwele jou bors n’oor te versier
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Capricious vagabond, so then I must be
Ignorant Lamb for the slaughter, so the object of my Love must be
Echoing whispers of disapproval and caution
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my love, her spiritual body bowed in my arms.....,
the instrument and I, holding her, tenderly..., gently........,
the bow alternating arco, and then pizzicato glisandi,
with piccato producing such rich vibrato in the bowl of her mind
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On hearing about powerful love, respond, be moved
like an aesthete. Only, fortunate as you’ve been,
remember how much your imagination created for you.
This first, and then the rest—the lesser loves—
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At night the beast of remorse, sorrow and shame is released cause it’s dark
…..for I have made someone I love truly cry and despair
…….and I howl with the were wolves
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I know not from where the poetry in me came
It come not from the streets
.....or the buildings, or the people I know, or books I read.
...it found me that year..1994
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...this night, another night, some night, at dusk when the wolves gather as they always do
...and join the circle stealthily, familiar with the oness of those in the ring
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a stirring out there has shaken the cosmos and such energy waves has stirred interest in me, and I have meandered forth after lifting the lid on my box.....
and prose resulted........the stirring recalled memories of matter of value I'd thought had gone forever......
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Soos met die eet van ‘n Baclava
Waar ek elke krummel en korreltjie soos ‘n kosbare kleinnood vertroetel op my tong
…en keer op keer wellustig rondrol in my kies, en gerig en doelgerig versigtig fyn kou
….sodat elke sintuig die geure van vêrafgeleë spissery roetes optower, beleef en in adem
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Jy is so ontwykend soos misvingers....
in die wind op die son kant van die misbelt skuins voor ‘n koue front
…ek gaan jou bekoor en nuuskierig maak
En mag selfs besluit jou bang te maak dat jy angstig vlug
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......skalks, skaam en skugter glimglag sy
haar oë se wimpers fladder...
...fladder soos die skoenlappers in haar maag
ook...nes ‘n suikerbekkie se vlerke wat stuifmeel versamel
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Ek die man
• My siel was die skaduwee van ’n swerwer-wolf tot onlangs
• My liggaam eendag die kompos wat ’n wes-kaapse, ontwaakte roos voed
• Ons, die wolf en ek, was honger vir behoort, rus en vrede in die liefde gevind
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Johan Fourie Biography
Spend few years in orphanage with brother and sisters. Soldier, programmer, manager, consultant, floral farmer, and restauranteer... Welcome to my garden.. and if you wish rate the poetry please..)
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What I’ve We Done With The Pain-, And Loss?
Did the loss of love, opportunity and dear ones stop us......:
...embracing the complexities and paradox of life with joy and passion?
....from dancing on the pavement, to the music of the rain and wind, under the stars?
....reaching out to those in want and need witholding our compassion, wisdom-, and hope for a better next time round?
....from responding to the abundance of caring love and friendship offered to us without expectation or demand?
...noticing beautiful creations of the univers such as butterflies on flowers growing miraculously contrary to our referencial frames in cracks, in the granite paths on baren, wind swepted cliff faces?
......and as tears blinded us catastrofic the disruption on the free way of life as all forced to crawl past that place we ran into the back of a truck
thus, we cacooned our passion in a cold dark murky place, unreachable behind closed doors in our secret caves
we shelter-, and find escape in the shelter of work, books, family and friends...
but, when done.........
the memories, the ache, the longing and yearning flood in
when the memory
...of once having belonged
...of once being connected
.....of once having it all contextually relative to our mortal frames come flooding in and overcomes the iron will, and
iron resolve
....do we keep on walking away, to imagined safety?
when then, the sorrow overcomes
......resolve, ......and rational arguments
...that it was doomed to failure!
....that it was imperfect!
.....the challenges to our lack of passion was abusive!
Do our abandonement-, and rejection driven-fear cause pre-emptive and defensive action?
Flashes of.......
......large strong caloused hands being gentle and protective
.......dialogue without words replacing articulated sound
.......a voice intonated with compassion, understanding, acceptance
Where do you take your pain?
Where do you take the ache?
Where do you take the flood?
Do you also cry in the shower where it is safe?
Do you cry behind your sunglasses, often driving where it is safe?
Do you discover your pillow wet when waking, lying curled in foetal position, hugging it in both arms, hands clenched in fists?
Knowing in the moment of awakening
....that you miss the quite-minded gentle breathing once next to you in bed
....that you miss that hand, and leg that once touched you protectively and companionably
....that you miss the warmth of a body once under the sheets with you
....and miss knowing never again seeing as the first sight of new days eyes filled to the brim with gentle, caring giving love
.....and miss knowing never again as the first voice to hear on the new morn a voice with the whispers of unmeasureable love intonated in the fabric, and timber of words
......do you miss the footsteps, and movements and voices of those departed
.......and in your face the knowledge of another bleak morrow without that which you miss and consider the variables of having had it all
When ever again will your narritives contain phrases such as:
.....”I never knew I could care and love this much”?
....when that person is away to say “I really am misreable without you and miss you very much”?
......”I have never loved this deep or so much”?
.....to say “no more the opportunity to hold, console play and laught” with those departed
....do you also cry?
...does your body shake as sobs wrack your frame?
when you remember having had so much then, and having so little now....
How long will we allow the shadows of the past to frame the present that is eched in a blinding haze of a percieved fear filled future of rejection, judgement and abandonemen?
Is it possible to bridge ego, rational and guilt, and to say:
You are sorry, have regret and remorse?
You miss and need?
....and it hurts! Very much?
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