Dean, 4 november 2015
EveryDay Conversation Over The Phone
But You Denied Me Of Hearing You Say 'I LOVE YOU TOO'
Everyday Chat Online
But You Never Send Me The 3Magic Words 'I LOVE YOU'
Everyday With New Promises To Me
But I Always Be The One To Remind You OF It...
Still You Never Fulfill It...
We Both Booked An Appointment
But You Turned Out Disappointing Me
All These Is Going On In Between Us
Yet Your Image Is Engrave In My Heart
And Our Last Conversation Still Linger In My Thought
For your Voice Makes Me Smile
So I Ask Myself
Is This Love From Me To you?
Or Is This Love From You To Me?
Gert Strydom, 3 november 2015
(after Rudolf Otto Wierner)
With self contempt I stand in the veldt
and each heroic act
is just another task that destiny does demand
that does not make me greater than others
and the hunger to kill
flows on and forth
while war machinery
does sing in a deadly choir
and the rifle in my hands
that point to the enemy
is stripped from any language
but death that it brings about
and the knowledge does intrude
that still it brings destruction
[Reference: “Hungerblümchen” by Rudolf Otto Wierner.]
Satish Verma, 3 november 2015
Ending of day was beginning,
of a terrible awakening
when you started filling,
in the gap between the lies.
Truth aborts every time
we conceive a bright idea.
Somebody takes a shot
at you to kill the name.
Small birds twitter away,
the hopeless light.
Every day you destroy,
a part of yourself, concealing the light.
Lava flows in your eyes, scarring
the profile of mind, which was not stationary.
Confession was out of question.
Private feeling hooked you,
to a perfect kiss of fate.
Hugging the wisdom, you started a laugh.
From great heights you,
fall slowly, crumbling
I am on the bank of a stream,
identifying the inverted body.
From action to action,
there was no peace.
I tried to sort out the wearing down of life.
After all, the narration
cannot deliver the meaning of death.
Dean, 2 november 2015
Here She Is
Right In Front OF me With Another Man
While All This Years I've Been Searching
But I never Knew She Was Here Waiting For Me
I've Been Blind And I Never Notice It
Cuz She Appears Like An Angel
Guiding Me To The Right, Away From Been Wrong
Walking Me Home Through The Distance
Her Voice Sound Like The One Of The Nightingale
Closer To Me Just Like My Shadow
And I Love Her Deeply...
Should I Call Her And Tell Her?
Should I Put Asunder Between Them?
Should I Just Pull The Trigger And Kill Him In A Second? I Wrap These Questions Around Me Like A Blanket ON A Cold Nite
And The Answers Are Missing Like Her Warm Touch...
Dean, 2 november 2015
I'm In Pain
When Ever My Bed Miss Your Body On it
And My Heart Felt the Coldness Of The Dawn
As I Woke With out You By My Side..
My Room Is Clumsy Without Your Smell In It
Wish You Can Hear Me Now
Wish I Have The Means To Come Where Ever You Are And Give You My Heart
Wish I Can Bring Down The Moon To Show How Much I mean With My Words.
But There Is More To My Words...
Dean, 2 november 2015
Flash Back To Our Good Time Together
When We Look Each Other In The Eye
With A Great Spark Of Fire Burning In It
When We Hold Our Hands Together
With A Great Promise Of not To Let Go
When Your Cupid Lips Rub Mine
Kissing As We Exchange Saliva
When We Say To Eachother
''I Love You''
All This I Remember And It Makes Me Say
''I MISS YOU''...
Flash Back To Our Bad Time Together
It was On your Birthday
When You Told Me
That You Have Another Lover....
And Pointing Your Finger ''He Is Over There'' You Said
I Smiled And Petend That I Was Not Hurt With It...
Now We're In Distance
But The Love Is Still There Burning Like Hell..
All This I Remember And It Makes Me Say ''I MISS YOU...''
Dean, 2 november 2015
CraddleRobber She Is..
She Is Older
She Is A Poet]
She Is Romantic
She Is Far Away
She Is Superb
She Occupy My Heart
She Claim my Soul
She Is The Mother Of My UnbornChild.... And I LOVE HER...
So Whats Your Problem With It?
Dean, 2 november 2015
I Said I'm In love
And They Rose On Their Feet '
I Declared To Love Her Till Eternity
They Vowed To Wage War
We Are Faraway From Each Other
They Are Taking That As An EXcuse
I'm Younger While She Is Older
They Said Its A Taboo
But She Is My Dream Girl
Why Is It so Hard For Them To Respect My Decision
Why Is It Diffiuclt For Them To Accept Me
Its Also Beyond Their Imagination
When They Listen To My Words..
But I Refuse To Listen To Their Instruction
I Refuse To Pay Attention To Their Actions
I Refuse To Be Lead Out Of my Path
I Refuse To Let Go Off What I cherish Most
So I Swung My Pen Like A Sword
Its Like I'm In A Battle
Now I controll Them With My Poem
For They Are My Puppet And I'm Their Master...
Gert Strydom, 2 november 2015
Your body lies shattered on the veldt
in the long rust brown winter grass
where you are almost devoured
and half burned
where you did fall out of a battle tank
when that deadly projectile did hit
and the blue sky, the wind that blows lightly at times
now has no impact on you
and scavengers will bring your bones to skeleton,
where you do have nothing left of life
and in Cuba the great leader will roll another fat cigar,
will draw his cheeks full in pleasure of it
and still your wife will remember you
while life does rush on.
Satish Verma, 2 november 2015
Blood - mother, go
to moon and ask for a
spoon of silver.
Am still waiting.
Siege was unstable.
Austerity ends.
I am free now
to dance in skin of night,
shedding my shirt of dirt.
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