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Note: All the poems on this web page were written by Lourens Breytenbach
Poem page:
It is here where I bare my soul to the world. It is my wish that you will experience a glimpse of all the fascination, love, fear, insecurity, self-pity, passion, frustration, ignorance, wonder and joy that I have had the privilege to call mine in this life. I strongly suggest you have a large glass of wine before you continue! Lourens Breytenbach |
Click on the title of a poem to read it: |
Moving Regeneration |
Moving Regeneration |
when the anguish becomes spiritual the heart wants to go home and rest in its mother's safe, cool bed but the home is often too far |
Lourens' Prayer |
Thank you God for this unbelievable day and this potential future that I may hold. Give me the calmness and the power to love my world, my people, and my life. Allow me to know who You are in this hour Come to my restless mind and touch my aching heart Let every wave of good energy that I encounter Allow me to strip my light from darkness Allow me to rest in the silence and peace Let me fly like a powerful bird over this incomprehensible world |
What a catch |
you had your chips you took your bait you fell into it you shot out of it as if into yourself you climbed overboard - you - fish-flesh woman I cannot touch that thin line of your movement |
Health (a donors prayer) |
all sounds are clearer all colours get ready to speak my breath is a fresh spring and a pure garden breeze my heart gently rocks my solid frame my bones press eagerly against happy joints I can feel my muscles glowing and my skin softening, clearing My sleep is sweet and deep - O, God, I am so healthy, |
Shameless |
It simply happens - The happening! Funnily, tunnelly You kiss the idea nevertheless, Because it is you. It doesn't matter who you love You ! I don't subscribe to life I am not ashamed Shame on us. Shame! But I am shameless |
My lost loves |
where have all my loves gone? down some unleaded cyberfear, I don't know where have you gone I don't know if these things matter and caring for you and when we broke the discs where have all my loves gone? and losing you was painful I don't know about those passions into eyes that shone and hearts that reeled |
I sincerely hope that these poems have not left you unaffected.
Even if you hated them, or became angry at the strange way in which I "abuse" the Queen's English, I have succeeded in my goal.
I would love to get your response!