Poetry & Prose

Teen gewese vrese, Veg my sielswese, In oë van, Troebeling stuur Jou woede woorde, My veg gees, Weg oorval met, Hartseer en pyn, Wanneer my vrou wees, Stukkend Lê, En vriende met, Duiwelse maskers, Twee gesig, Lek met honger tonge, ek my gesig, Verberg teen leuens, My hart swaar, En my donkerte, smag NA lig, Asseblief Vader, Sê dis nie alles, Net ñ klug, Wanneer my, Aangehegde sintuig, Skanse ruik, Skaduwees van, Verskuilde waarheid, Versteek agter Prag pilare, En ek U aanroep, En U vra, Om namens my te veg, Vriendelike vyande, Steel my sielslig, Mag U arms, My toevou, My gees oplig Teen veilige afstand Slapend neerlê, Goue huweliks band, Nou in dowwe toestand, As U getrou, Ons weer styf Teen mekaar omvou, verbind met U liefde, U sekerheid, U genade, Abba, abba, Vader, Ek in danks gebed, Deur trane, Dankbaar omhoog Gooi my hande, Dankbaar vir ñ Ma...

Skemer se naggodin. deur skrefies oë loer skemer vir ñ laaste keer, wik, wik lê hy eenkant toe onderwyl die maan misterie uitblaas saam blink oogsterre, strek oranje-pienk arms  uit op die horison, die naggodin gly sorgeloos kaalvoet, op ñ betowerende melkweg, terwyl sy sterre oral op pikswart naghemel hang,  giggelend blaas sy verskietende sterre, haar nagkus aan sjarmante skemer, blosend pienk-oranje sy antwoord knipoog sy laaste vaarwel as sy arms op ster s k i t t e r e n d e swart horison verdwyn, haar betowerende swart satyn bedek liefderyk ñ blink nag hemel, eensaam sing ñ nagtegaal die soete s o n n e t van ñ liefde wat net skemer en naggodin het. Kopiereg:  Bernadette Barnardt.

Fighting inside out. ( mental awareness month) angry voices keep screaming am I awake or am I dreaming, these dark thoughts living torture dark liquid my only friend where are the ones suppose to nurture, cutting deep into warm skin trying to set free darkness from within, no light to save me only demonic fearing dark shadows hiding in my broken soul, I paint a fake smile the only way to get away from questioning eyes when phrases of -I am fine- turns out as how many times I lied, cuts proof of loud smothered cries proof of my war behind my closed door fighting inside out invisible faces only I can see fears and nightmares crawling underneath my caged bed, thoughts of insanity, questions to her dark eyes hiding inside me; - is this only in my head?- covering my ears pitched screaming leaving me scared am I better off dead? tired of a never ending (war) as I cut deeper trying to silence her tor...