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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Quote
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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