Posts Tagged With: poems

Narcissism

Posted on October 21, 2011 by Pieter Stok

Narcissus was so obsessed with his reflection in a pool of water that he was unable to leave -and died.

If you are one in a million, that means there are over 6000 people just like you!

The mirror,
The reflective shop front windows:
… adjust the hair, pout the lips.
The models, the clothes:
… it’s all about me.
The reality TV show,
Those 15 minutes of fame:
“My! I am attractive.”
“Oh, I deserve it.”
“Gorgeous/Spunky!” (you choose)
“I AM the most important person in the world.”
“I AM special”.
“I AM Unique.”
…
Giving,
Sharing,
Co-operating,
Putting the other first,
Team,
Body life,
Fellowship.
…
 Life sucking. Life giving.
Your choice.
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I have Two Faces … or more

Posted on October 17, 2011 by Pieter Stok
I have two faces,
No.
Maybe more.
Faces for all occasions.
The private and public.
For friends and not so friends
For family and others not so close.
…
There is a game I play
We all play,
Where the depths
Thoughts and pains,
The awkward feelings and fears
Angers and spites
Are only on display,
at best, for some.
… maybe none.
…
A bright “Hello”
A hearty joke
Bonhommie is the display window.
The Soul, the heart are cloaked in rooms behind.
…
But You see,
You know,
Even the things I hide with excuses,
and bluster.
You cut through the darkness and
All is revealled, displayed and laid out
To Your eyes and Your heart.
…
I mumble “Thankyou”.
Even if I didn’t want You to look.
I am honest with You.
Not because I want to be.
But in You I can’t hide
My many masks.
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God’s Lists – A Poem

Posted on October 13, 2011 by Pieter Stok

God’s Lists      (e.g Exodus 20:15-17 & Galatians 5: 19-21)

God’s lists touch a nerve.
A raw nerve.
I want to run,
Avert my head,
Cover my heart.
The stare of His lists is uncomfortable,
Unsettling.
I squirm,
Deny,
Excuse.
 …
His firm but mellow hand
Holds,
Will not let me run or hide.
His lists
Like a searchlight
Reveals dark places,
Hidden corners,
Uncovers brokenness.
 …
Then

Detail from the font in Winchester Cathedral

In an almighty scream of love
He clothes me in His son.
The list evaporates.
The light finds nothing
… but perfection!
He sees me whole,
Complete, Holy.
 …
All I can do is weep;
Weep tears of elated
Hallelujahs!
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