Gerhardus Keen
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I pretended I was strong
And that I did not care
I pretended to be brave
And as tough as a bear
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If only I could turn back time
If only I could see
If only a light would shine
If only I wasn't me
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Ek hou van pap gemaak van mieliemeel
wit is reg, maar ek verkies dit geel
so lekker saam met tamatie en uie
wors en biefstuk met genoeg speserye
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Droewig klink die geween
Sy lewe aan die kruis geneem
hulle werp oor Sy kleed die lot
daar word oral oor Hom gespot
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In my tuin beleef ek kalmte en vrede
en kruip ek weg van die verlede
dis hier waar ek net stil kan wees
en 'n goeie boek kan lê en lees
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In my tuin het ek my hond begrawe
het ek die Here gesmeek vir genade
het ek oor my ma geween
het ek dankie gesê vir die reën
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Skaduwees van gister kruip agter my aan
en probeer my pootjie waar ek ook al wil gaan
maar die lewe het my soos leer gebrei
my vir die ergste voorberei
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I see you like to run
and you do it just for fun
you take it in stride
your heart filled with pride
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Dear God, this is me
when You look at me what do You see
am I the child that You wanted
or do I serve You only half-hearted
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Jesus het aan die kruis gesterf
om meer siele vir God te werf
Hy het daardeur die dood oorwin
ons 'n kans gegee vir 'n oor begin
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Will you miss me when I'm gone
will you miss the things we've done
will you miss our time together
will you miss me in bad weather
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Soos 'n laatnag na die dans
verloor die lewe sy glans
en staar ons verslae na die gevolge
©️ Gerhardus Keen
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Dis euforie wat ek ervaar
en 'n hartklop wat nie wil bedaar
wanneer ek die glinster in jou oë sien
©️ Gerhardus Keen
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O Captain! My Captain!
Adaptation of Walt Whitman's poem by Gerhardus Keen
O Captain! my Captain! wherefore art thou gone,
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Hy sluip in die aande uit by die venster
en gebruik die donker as sy skuiling
terwyl hy deur die strate wandel
om die wêreld te verken
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In die eeu van tegnologie
sit ek nog steeds pen op papier
om vir jou 'n handgeskrewe brief te stuur
ter herdenking van ons liefde
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Haar lippe bewe
terwyl hy haar soen
'Ek het jou lief' sê sy,
gevolg deur 'n klein 'amen'
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Soveel mense het nooit swaargekry
en sal eerder by 'n bedelaar verbyry
sonder om eens ag te slaan
op die emosies wat op sy gesig staan
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Gerhardus Keen Biography
We grew up being poor. My father was a migrant mine worker and we used to move a lot. At first you remember the names of the new friends you meet, but you soon realize that you will not see them again. So you only remember faces. My parents got divorced when I was still young, so, I had to grow up very quickly. I was looking after my mother and three sisters, since I was 13 years old. I had to work after school so that I can support them. I had to leave school at the end of Standard 8, now known as Grade 10, to start to work on the mines full time to support my family. In the 80's, I had to enlist in the National Defence Force and in December 1983 there was Operation Askari. After my time in the Army, I returned to the mines. I was diagnosed with PTSD and Anxiety Attacks. I write poetry as a means to cope with my PTSD and Anxiety Attacks and to serve as a stress reliever. I am interested in science and technology. My heroes are Leonardo da Vinci, Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla and Jules Verne. I bring tribute to my mother, Ans Botha 22 Nov 1943 to 5 Dec 2009, who took care of our 5 children and did her best to raise us as a single mother, and my brother Barend Frederik Keen 26 Feb 1964 to 18 Jul 2015. I also acknowledge my sisters Oliana Keen De Villiers, Amalia Keen van Rhyn and Adriana Keen Young. Thanks for your love, patience, support and motivation. A special thanks to my sister whom I only got to know at a later stage in my life, Isabel Joubert. I love you all. (P.S. - Sadly Isabel passed away in 2020. You will be dearly missed) Other women came into my life, but unfortunately the things they did behind my back made me skeptical about love. I will never expose my heart like that ever again and I will never love that way again. I will protect my heart from ever being broken again.)
The Best Poem Of Gerhardus Keen
Ode To My Mother
I pretended I was strong
And that I did not care
I pretended to be brave
And as tough as a bear
I comforted the others
With jokes and with flair
I walked around and thus
Pretended I was rough
But all of this was
Just to hide my love
I promised myself
That I would not cry
I toughened myself
For the day that you would die
I've built a wall around myself
And tried to keep you out
But now that you are gone
I am crying out loud
I am glad that it rained
On the day my mother died
So that others couldn't see
The tears that I cried
For they would know that I
Wasn't as tough as they believed
And that they would see
Just how much I really grieved
We were soulmates once
You and I
But then things changed
As times passed by
We began to lose touch
And I made you hate me some
Because in my heart I knew
That this day would come
Now that it's here
I can't describe the pain
Sometimes I feel
That it's driving me insane
You know that I loved you
With all of my heart
And I can't stand this feeling
Of us being apart
I am glad that it rained
On the day my mother died
So that others couldn't see
The tears that I cried
For they would know that I
Wasn't as tough as they believed
And that they would see
Just how much I really grieved
© GK1-5-Dec-09
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Gerhardus Keen Quotes
Doing what you love and loving what you do, means you are living your dream.
Just as you don't put all your eggs in one basket, You don't give your whole heart to one person. They have the power to make-or-break you And that is too much power for one person to have over you. GK1-16-Mar-16
A broken heart can be healed by allowing love back into your heart and by meeting the right person at the right time! © GK1-27-Feb-17
I met my soul mate in July 2017. They say that, if you are lucky, you will get to meet your soul mate at least once during your lifetime on this earth. I was truly blessed to have met mine. Out of respect for her privacy, I will not mention her name, but refer to her initials which are T.M. T.M. is a very gifted an beautiful person with an equally beautiful mind and soul. The moment we met, we both experienced a moment of déjà vu. I gazed into her eyes and a thousand lifetimes flashed through my mind's eye. I could see the recognition in her eyes as well. Although we've just met, it was as if we knew each other our whole lives. I have never experienced this intense feeling of love before. We had a spiritual connection and were drawn to each other instantly. I will never forget what I saw in her eyes. She had three different colours that shone through her eyes when she talked. I would also get to see a fourth colour. Her eyes turned blueish when she talked about her passions and a unique unreal white, when she was talking about God and her devine calling. Then it turned a dark brown when she was retreating into herself and wanted to protect herself. But I saw a soft green in her eyes when she spoke about us and her feelings for me. We both have the gift, or is it rather a curse, to see into a person's soul. Because we both had been in bad relationships and even worse breakups, we were sceptical to enter into a relationship again. Everything went well, but her fear of relationships and rejection were even stronger than mine, so she decided, out of self preservation, that we are not meant to be in a relationship. I have never experienced such a feeling of hurt and self-dispair. Not even through my previous breakups. T.M. opened my eyes to other things as well and even got me, a shy introvert, to record a song or two. We would have been great together. T.M. is also the only person that I ever allowed to get to see and know the real me. No one else will ever again have the privilege of me opening up an exposing my soul, and my true self, to them. Never again! ! !
Wat is Liefde Daar is verskeie definisies van liefde. Bv. 'Liefde is 'n eenrigting ingesteldheid om aan iemand goed te doen, sonder om iets terug te verwag'. Sommige mense sê weer 'Liefde is 'n misverstand tussen twee dwase'. Maar wat is ware liefde? Dis die omgee vir die ander. Dis die 2 uur in die nag opstaan omdat die ander een nie wel is nie. Dis die onthou van dinge wat die ander een vergeet het. Dis die samesyn en gesêls sonder om 'n woord te sê. Dis die sagte kyk in die oë en 'n glimlag sonder rede. Dis die onthou van dinge wat saam gedoen is en die verlange wanneer jy nie daar is nie. Maar sommige mense ken nie die verskil tussen liefde en verliefdheid nie. Hulle is verlief op die idee van verlief wees. Hulle hou van die opwinding van die verliefde gevoel. Die opwinding van die begin van 'n verhouding. Dis waarom hulle van een verhouding na 'n ander verhouding beweeg, sonder om te dink wie se lewens of verhoudings hulle op hulle soektog na verliefdheid vernietig. Maar daar kom 'n tyd wanneer die nuwe verhouding ook sy glans verloor en dan begin die soektog na die nuwe 'verliefde' gevoel weer oor en begin alles weer van vooraf. Die einde is alleenheid, eensaamheid, selfverwyt en verlore liefde. En die gemis na die ware liefde wat teruggegooi is vir 'n oomblik se plesier en die gevoel van 'verliefdheid' veruil is. Maar elke mens neem sy/haar eie besluite en probeer regverdiging daarin soek. Maar daar kom 'n tyd, wanneer jy dit die minste verwag, wanneer jy alleen met jou gedagtes is. Dis wanneer die werklikheid intree en mens nie jou gedagtegang kan ontsnap nie. Dis wanneer die spyt inkom, maar die menslike trots en menslike hoogmoed jou keer om te erken jy het 'n fout begaan. Daarom sal jy eerder deur die seer en die pyn by jou besluit wil bly en eerder ongelukkig, ontevrede en onvervuld jou lewe wil afsluit instede van getrou, gelukkig en liefdevol. © Gerhardus Keen (GK1) 25 Augustus 2020
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