Umgababa
Now I see
two people walking on the beach,
touching each other
with hands intertwined
gurgling and giggling
like two smitten teenagers,
kissing on a dune
and right there
in mid afternoon
swayed by lust and non existing morals
breaking chaste tradition
on the second dune
as if they are the only ones there
and blessed by the sun.
[Reference: Umgababa by Dikobe wa Mogale.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Blessed are those (in answer to Dikobe wa Mogale)
Blessed are those
who jumped at Cassinga,
courted death while outnumbered
by the enemy and Cuban battle tanks
and are still living
to tell the story
blessed are those who are killed, slaughtered
in the thousands on there farmsteads,
while the police
do not tract down the killers
and these killings continues
to still go on
blessed are those who are burgled, hijacked
and raped
in the cities
and are still living
while every criminal in Africa
floods in to the country
blessed are those who choose
to remain here as white citizens
while being oppressed
by the laws laid down
by the current government
and are left without income
by the effect
of affirmative action
and who still believe and pray
while their days drag on aimlessly.
[Reference: blood of the martyrs by Dikobe wa Mogale.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sunrise over Edenvale
In Edenvale the summer breeze
shivers through some willow trees
and the morning sun sizzles
hot red in the east
like coals flaring up
from the large tin drum
and the night is gone
where some early workers
are warming their hands
where the night lies spilled
like the burned out white ash.
[Reference: sunrise over edenvale by Dikobe wa Mogale.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dune is the bestselling science fiction book of all time. It's something you really need to read in your lifetime. If you're going to read The Lord of the Rings, which everyone should, then you have to read Dune, too.
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Dune Mosse
Un viaggio in fondo ai tuoi occhi
"dai d'illusi smammai".
Un viaggio in fondo ai tuoi occhi
solcher Dune Mosse.
Don't cry per
poi... colammo gi.
E miseri
noi... guardammo il blu.
Il mare in fondo ai tuoi occhi
Grembi nudi lamb.
Il vento in fondo ai tuoi occhi
carezz Dune Mosse.
Don't cry e noi
poi... colammo gi.
Si rimbalz
e... tornammo su.
Dentro una lacrima,
e verso il sole,
voglio gridare amore...
uhuuh! Non ne posso pi
Vieni, t'imploder,
a rallentatore.
E nell'immenso
morir!
Un viaggio in fondo ai tuoi occhi
"nei d'illusi smammai".
La pioggia in fondo ai tuoi occhi
cancell Dune Mosse.
Don't cry per
poi... colammo gi.
E miseri
noi... guardammo il blu.
... Morir!
Un viaggio in fondo ai tuoi occhi
solcher Dune Mosse.
Un viaggio in fondo ai tuoi occhi
solcher, solcher, Dune Mosse!
Un viaggio in fondo ai tuoi occhi
song performed by by Zucchero
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Awaiting execution (in answer to Dikobe wa Mogale)
Somewhere in a semi dark room
right next to the gallows
a man daily awaits his doom
and obscurely destiny
reaches out its fingers
clamping like a knot around his neck
and although his hands
is red with blood,
he is stained by a terrorist act
he feels free
as if the slaughter
of a innocent white citizen
or a group at that
was done in just cause
and moments pause
as death hangs in the air
and he can sense
its intimate presence there
in Pretoria central prison
and his soul already rots
from the innocent blood
lying on his conscience
and a thrill goes down his spine
while a prison door slams shut
and death is somewhere
almost forever far too near.
[Reference: crucifixion by Dikobe wa Mogale.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Rain, rain falling
Rain, rain falling
from a thunder clad sky
with rockets, projectiles and blood
and the oncoming enemy
almost everywhere
in ironclad armour
coming to the day
of their slaughter
receiving sizzling thunder
to the tune
of howitzers, rocket trucks,
armoured cars and tanks
and rifle machineguns
and the Lomba River runs red
while there’s havoc everywhere
and the venom of vomit
fills my mouth
while I struggle to breathe
in the face
of annihilation
of a deadly enemy.
[Reference: Rain by Dikobe wa Mogale.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Baptism of fire (in answer to Dikobe wa Mogale)
Even when you cast glowing iron
into spears and sharpen them,
draw the blades
of your panga-swords,
ram magazines into your pistols,
into AK-47 assault rifles,
dance around fires
trying to ensnare ancestral spirits
chant the songs of killing
and begin to hate,
curse the anvil of unity
and decide to be free
from every living white human
and bring death and anarchy
as a harvest of the fire
and continue the endless killings
I will still bow down
on my knees
and pray to the almighty God
even if in the presence
of my enemies,
even if thousands gather as foes
and trust that He will deliver me
and every single person
of my nation.
[Reference: baptism of fire by by Dikobe wa Mogale.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beach Chairs
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the setting sun
holding hands and reminiscing
how it all begun
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the ships out on the sea
holding hands and smiling
together we're meant to be
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching people walking past
holding hands and knowing
that our love will always last
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the waves along the shore
holding hands we realize
our love is stronger than before
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the changing tide
holding hands with happiness
to be by each others side
Sitting on the beach chairs
watching the sunrise
holding hands with tears of joy
there are no more good-byes
poem by Joyce Ebrecht
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the love of God
by his omnipotence
his love pervades my whole being
but there is nothing more godlike
that a human body touching hands
kissing lips tight arms around my body
bodies intertwined
eyes closed fluids mixing
sweat and saliva all ablaze in ecstasy
until both of us utter, Oh My God!
we rest and then in sweet darkness
we see the face of God
we feel his love complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The role of morals
Death and threat
Evaporate your morals.
Sex and lust
Drive away your morals.
Greed and hunger
Put to death your morals.
Teaching morals
Is an entertainment.
13.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The mystery of life isn
Frank Herbert in Dune
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Beaurocracy destroys initiative.
Frank Herbert in Dune
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Truth is subject to too much analysis.
Frank Herbert in Dune
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Laissez Les Bon Temps Rouler
Yes...
I love the foreplay.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
And a touching we both get.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
With the kissing done in tenderness,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
When stripped to nakedness.
YES...
I LOVE THE FOREPLAY.
AND A TOUCHING WE BOTH GET.
WITH THE KISSING DONE IN TENDERNESS,
WHEN STRIPPED TO NAKEDNESS.
Yes...
I do!
'And I gather you are a screamer too? '
Aux contrare, mon ami.
Tu et moi...
Moan!
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
C'est si bon!
N'est pas? Oui.
'I get the 'we' bit.
But I'm not so sure about the nest,
Pa!
Yours or mine? '
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All governments eventually lean further and further towards aristocracy.
Frank Herbert in Dune
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I say that I played a doorstop in Dune because I remember standing around a lot. I was down there for months.
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Respect for the truth comes close to being the basis for all morality.
Frank Herbert in Dune
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Bless the Maker and all His Water. Bless the coming and going of Him, May His passing cleanse the world. May He keep the world for his people.
Frank Herbert in Dune
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Beach Boy Blues
(words & music by sid tepper - roy bennett)
Im a poor hawaiian beach boy
A long way from the beach
cause someone shoved his face against my hand
Now Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
Im in the can
I was minding my own business
But drinking daddys juice
I swear Ill never touch that stuff again
Just like a pig before he gave his all that aluhau
Im in the pen
Got those beach boy blues
Dont the time go slow
Lonely beach boy blues
Only 30 days and 90 years to go
I want a taste of honey
From my wahinis lips
I want to be her ever loving man
But Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
Im in the can
But Im a kissing cousin to a ripe pineapple
Im in the can
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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I mean, I wasn't stupid. I knew we'd make money and sell a lot of Dune books.
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