Gedichten
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Gedichtje over mijn overleden neefje, hij mocht maar 10 maanden en 2 dagen oud worden...
Ga nu maar...
De bladeren dansen in de wind,
de vogeltjes vliegen vrolijk in het rond.
Mensen lopen met hun geliefden in het park,
maar dat ongaat me allemaal.
Want het enigste waar ik aan kan denken is aan jou,
me allerliefste kleine neefje,
die eigenlijk nog een heel leven voor zich had...
Je lachje zal ik nooit vergeten,
maarja, hoe moest ik weten,
dat ik je ineens niet meer zou zien?
alles wat er is gebeurd, zo snel en onwaarschijnlijk,
is allemaal zo verdomd pijnlijk..
sorry dat ik zo vloek,
maar de pijn is even niet te verdragen...
Soms word het even teveel,
en lijkt alles om me heen zo kil,
dit gedicht is voor jou alleen,
Ik hoop dat je het kan lezen vanaf daarboven..
Ik hou van je en mis je als nooit tevoren!
Lieve schat, het afscheid was veel te zwaar,
maar het is goed,
Ga nu maar.....
XxX Nikki
Ga nu maar...
De bladeren dansen in de wind,
de vogeltjes vliegen vrolijk in het rond.
Mensen lopen met hun geliefden in het park,
maar dat ongaat me allemaal.
Want het enigste waar ik aan kan denken is aan jou,
me allerliefste kleine neefje,
die eigenlijk nog een heel leven voor zich had...
Je lachje zal ik nooit vergeten,
maarja, hoe moest ik weten,
dat ik je ineens niet meer zou zien?
alles wat er is gebeurd, zo snel en onwaarschijnlijk,
is allemaal zo verdomd pijnlijk..
sorry dat ik zo vloek,
maar de pijn is even niet te verdragen...
Soms word het even teveel,
en lijkt alles om me heen zo kil,
dit gedicht is voor jou alleen,
Ik hoop dat je het kan lezen vanaf daarboven..
Ik hou van je en mis je als nooit tevoren!
Lieve schat, het afscheid was veel te zwaar,
maar het is goed,
Ga nu maar.....
XxX Nikki
En een gedicht voor mijn overleden opa, na een strijd van 7 jaar tegen de ziekte kanker...
Vergeef me
Mijn liefste Opa,
na een gevecht van vele jaren,
waarin jij sterk uit de bus kwam.
was het toch tijd om ons te verlaten,
ik zal je nooit vergeten.
alles wat we hebben doorstaan.
Ik mis je,
en heb dat eigenlijk nooit durven zeggen,
en nooit laten tonen,
maar ik hou van je zoals niemand dat kan...
onze band was speciaal,
geen woorden die onze band kon verwoorden
en nog steeds hebben wij speciaal contact..
dit gedichtje komt recht uit mijn hart!
Mijn leven voelt soms zo leeg,
dan ben jij er om het op te vullen!
voel ik me alleen,
sta jij voor me klaar!
Al deze dingen heb ik nooit durven zeggen,
nu is het tijd om die grens te verleggen,
nu schreeuw ik het uit van de pijn,
waarom moest ik zo slap zijn?
ik ben een verwant van jou
Sterk, en een eigen mening
Ik hou van jou! en je gaat nooit uit mijn hart!!!
Ik zal je nooit vergeten.....
Vergeef me....
XxX Nikki
Vergeef me
Mijn liefste Opa,
na een gevecht van vele jaren,
waarin jij sterk uit de bus kwam.
was het toch tijd om ons te verlaten,
ik zal je nooit vergeten.
alles wat we hebben doorstaan.
Ik mis je,
en heb dat eigenlijk nooit durven zeggen,
en nooit laten tonen,
maar ik hou van je zoals niemand dat kan...
onze band was speciaal,
geen woorden die onze band kon verwoorden
en nog steeds hebben wij speciaal contact..
dit gedichtje komt recht uit mijn hart!
Mijn leven voelt soms zo leeg,
dan ben jij er om het op te vullen!
voel ik me alleen,
sta jij voor me klaar!
Al deze dingen heb ik nooit durven zeggen,
nu is het tijd om die grens te verleggen,
nu schreeuw ik het uit van de pijn,
waarom moest ik zo slap zijn?
ik ben een verwant van jou
Sterk, en een eigen mening
Ik hou van jou! en je gaat nooit uit mijn hart!!!
Ik zal je nooit vergeten.....
Vergeef me....
XxX Nikki
Sacha
Ass. Perth Promotor
[size=20pt]Caravaner's Prayer[/size]
When we pack up in the morning may the annex be quite dry
May the pegs be easily removed and no leaves stick to the fly
Let the stabilizers wind up, without the horrid squeak
And loose items give no trouble when to stow them we seek
May I back up with the ball, lined up precisely with it's mate
And remember to remove the jockey wheel before it's too late
May I drive away real smoothly, the day's journey to begin
Let the road be sealed and free of works of the detour kind
May the rain refrain from falling ans the wind blows from behind
Don't let the flies come in their millions when we make our morning stop
Let the thermos not be empty 'cause I didn't screw down the top
May the roadside not confuse us a we go upon our way
And let no sheep or kangaroo into the roadway stray
Let us reach the caravan park well before the night
And dear God please let there be a suitable powered site
May the site be large an roomy, preferably drive through
Or please let there be somebody there to tell me what to do
Don't let me try for hours to back that wretched van in place
Watched by other campers with a smile upon their face
Oh, if you want to punish me for some forgotten sin
Don't let it be by leaving me with my wife to back me in
And there is another thing I do of you beseech
When finally the van's in place let the power cord reach
They say you are a God of love and if that indeed is true
Please ensure I get a site not too far from the loo
If I have to go at night, desperate I will be
Don't let met get to the loo to find I have no key
I pray that all the campers round about our site
Are friendly and considerate especially at night
And when at last I go to bed and gently close the door
Oh dear Lord, let me be the only one to snore
Ooit eens mee genomen van een camping ergens in Australie, schrijver onbekend...
Sacha
When we pack up in the morning may the annex be quite dry
May the pegs be easily removed and no leaves stick to the fly
Let the stabilizers wind up, without the horrid squeak
And loose items give no trouble when to stow them we seek
May I back up with the ball, lined up precisely with it's mate
And remember to remove the jockey wheel before it's too late
May I drive away real smoothly, the day's journey to begin
Let the road be sealed and free of works of the detour kind
May the rain refrain from falling ans the wind blows from behind
Don't let the flies come in their millions when we make our morning stop
Let the thermos not be empty 'cause I didn't screw down the top
May the roadside not confuse us a we go upon our way
And let no sheep or kangaroo into the roadway stray
Let us reach the caravan park well before the night
And dear God please let there be a suitable powered site
May the site be large an roomy, preferably drive through
Or please let there be somebody there to tell me what to do
Don't let me try for hours to back that wretched van in place
Watched by other campers with a smile upon their face
Oh, if you want to punish me for some forgotten sin
Don't let it be by leaving me with my wife to back me in
And there is another thing I do of you beseech
When finally the van's in place let the power cord reach
They say you are a God of love and if that indeed is true
Please ensure I get a site not too far from the loo
If I have to go at night, desperate I will be
Don't let met get to the loo to find I have no key
I pray that all the campers round about our site
Are friendly and considerate especially at night
And when at last I go to bed and gently close the door
Oh dear Lord, let me be the only one to snore
Ooit eens mee genomen van een camping ergens in Australie, schrijver onbekend...
Sacha
Bartman
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En deze ken ik uit mijn studententijd, ff uit het hoofd. (hij is 15+ dus kindertjes sluit de ogen)
The guests had all departed
And the lady of house
Had slipped into her bedroom
As quiet as a mouse
She hoped tonight she'd had some sleep
"t was silent as a grave
But that was not to be poor girl
She overlooked cruel Dave :lol:
She slipped between the bed sheets
Her nighty buttoned tight
But cruel Dave a dripping lust
Was ready for a fight
He stabbed right through her nightie
His rigid member borne
Upon a raging sea of passion
Like a rhinoceros horn.
If Cruel Dave could find no bush
In this or any land
Undeterred you'd find that rascal
Doing it by hand
The problem was when cruel Dave blew
't was something like a rain spout
And many a virgin lass had he
Gone and blown her brains out
He found a girl with sparkling eyes
One sunday in the park
She said that she would do it
And he thought 't would be a lark
She opened wide and let him in
Her pretty tonsils tickle
But then she sneezed
Poor cruel Dave
And bit off half his pickle
The guests had all departed
And the lady of house
Had slipped into her bedroom
As quiet as a mouse
She hoped tonight she'd had some sleep
"t was silent as a grave
But that was not to be poor girl
She overlooked cruel Dave :lol:
She slipped between the bed sheets
Her nighty buttoned tight
But cruel Dave a dripping lust
Was ready for a fight
He stabbed right through her nightie
His rigid member borne
Upon a raging sea of passion
Like a rhinoceros horn.
If Cruel Dave could find no bush
In this or any land
Undeterred you'd find that rascal
Doing it by hand
The problem was when cruel Dave blew
't was something like a rain spout
And many a virgin lass had he
Gone and blown her brains out
He found a girl with sparkling eyes
One sunday in the park
She said that she would do it
And he thought 't would be a lark
She opened wide and let him in
Her pretty tonsils tickle
But then she sneezed
Poor cruel Dave
And bit off half his pickle
alieNL
Well-Known Member
Vond deze er ook nog wel tussen passen (geen idee wie het geschreven heeft, daar bestaat op internet ook nogal een discussie over)
OUR FLAG
Our flag bears the stars that blaze at night,
In our southern sky of blue,
And a little old flag in the corner
That's part of our heritage too.
It's for the English, the Irish, the Scots and Welsh
Who were sent to the ends of the earth,
The rogues and schemers, the doers and dreamers
Who gave modern Australia birth.
And you, who are shouting to change it,
You don't seem to understand,
It's the flag of our law and our language
Not the flag of a faraway land.
Though there are plenty of people who'll tell you,
How when Europe was plunged into night,
That little old flag in the corner
Was their symbol of freedom and light.
It doesn't mean we owe allegiance
To a forgotten imperial dream;
We've the stars to show where we're going.
And the old flag to show where we've been.
OUR FLAG
Our flag bears the stars that blaze at night,
In our southern sky of blue,
And a little old flag in the corner
That's part of our heritage too.
It's for the English, the Irish, the Scots and Welsh
Who were sent to the ends of the earth,
The rogues and schemers, the doers and dreamers
Who gave modern Australia birth.
And you, who are shouting to change it,
You don't seem to understand,
It's the flag of our law and our language
Not the flag of a faraway land.
Though there are plenty of people who'll tell you,
How when Europe was plunged into night,
That little old flag in the corner
Was their symbol of freedom and light.
It doesn't mean we owe allegiance
To a forgotten imperial dream;
We've the stars to show where we're going.
And the old flag to show where we've been.
alieNL
Well-Known Member
Vond trouwens nog een leuke die ik jullie niet wou onthouden (van Roald Dahl - zoek vooral ook op de 3 biggetjes en roodkapje..)
CINDERELLA
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.
She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!
The Magic Fairy heard her shout.
Appearing in a blaze of light,
She said: 'My dear, are you all right?'
'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see
'I feel as rotten as can be!'
She beat her fist against the wall,
And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!
'There is a Disco at the Palace!
'The rest have gone and I am jealous!
'I want a dress! I want a coach!
'And earrings and a diamond brooch!
'And silver slippers, two of those!
'And lovely nylon panty hose!
'Done up like that I'll guarantee
'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'
The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'
She gave her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at all,
Cindy was at the Palace Ball!
It made the Ugly Sisters wince
To see her dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and pressed
herself against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to pulp,
All he could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!
I've got to run to save my neck!'
The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'
The dress was ripped from head to toe.
She ran out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper on the stair.
The Prince was on it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,
'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
I'll visit every house in town
'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'
Then rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a crate of beer.
At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,
(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,
And quickly flushed it down the loo.
Then in its place she calmly put
The slipper from her own left foot.
Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,
And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.
Next day, the Prince went charging down
To knock on all the doors in town.
In every house, the tension grew.
Who was the owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very wide.
(A normal foot got lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit icky.
(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)
Thousands of eager people came
To try it on, but all in vain.
Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.
One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'
But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!
'So now you've got to marry me!'
The Prince went white from ear to ear.
He muttered, 'Let me out of here.'
'Oh no you don't! You made a vow!
'There's no way you can back out now!'
'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
'She's prettier without her head.'
Then up came Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!'
'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.
He swung his trusty sword and smack
Her head went crashing to the ground.
It bounced a bit and rolled around.
In the kitchen, peeling spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the floor,
And poked her own head round the door.
'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.
'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?
The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?
'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!
'Wish anything and have no doubt
'That I will make it come about!'
Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,
'This time I shall be more wary.
'No more Princes, no more money.
'I have had my taste of honey.
I'm wishing for a decent man.
'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.
CINDERELLA
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.
She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!
The Magic Fairy heard her shout.
Appearing in a blaze of light,
She said: 'My dear, are you all right?'
'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see
'I feel as rotten as can be!'
She beat her fist against the wall,
And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!
'There is a Disco at the Palace!
'The rest have gone and I am jealous!
'I want a dress! I want a coach!
'And earrings and a diamond brooch!
'And silver slippers, two of those!
'And lovely nylon panty hose!
'Done up like that I'll guarantee
'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'
The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'
She gave her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at all,
Cindy was at the Palace Ball!
It made the Ugly Sisters wince
To see her dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and pressed
herself against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to pulp,
All he could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!
I've got to run to save my neck!'
The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'
The dress was ripped from head to toe.
She ran out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper on the stair.
The Prince was on it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,
'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
I'll visit every house in town
'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'
Then rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a crate of beer.
At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,
(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,
And quickly flushed it down the loo.
Then in its place she calmly put
The slipper from her own left foot.
Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,
And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.
Next day, the Prince went charging down
To knock on all the doors in town.
In every house, the tension grew.
Who was the owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very wide.
(A normal foot got lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit icky.
(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)
Thousands of eager people came
To try it on, but all in vain.
Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.
One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'
But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!
'So now you've got to marry me!'
The Prince went white from ear to ear.
He muttered, 'Let me out of here.'
'Oh no you don't! You made a vow!
'There's no way you can back out now!'
'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
'She's prettier without her head.'
Then up came Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!'
'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.
He swung his trusty sword and smack
Her head went crashing to the ground.
It bounced a bit and rolled around.
In the kitchen, peeling spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the floor,
And poked her own head round the door.
'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.
'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?
The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?
'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!
'Wish anything and have no doubt
'That I will make it come about!'
Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,
'This time I shall be more wary.
'No more Princes, no more money.
'I have had my taste of honey.
I'm wishing for a decent man.
'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.
Anneke79
Member
They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.
(Auteur onbekend)
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.
If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.
(Auteur onbekend)