Esther Thornburg, 19 august 2014
In the channels of the mind
There may be untapped abilities to find.
Why leave a stone unturned?
Review the materials learned.
What did it really say?
Did it explain the way?
Did it anticipaste tomorrow's day?
Did it send a problem away?
Give the day another thought.
Make it a portion of your lot.
It may need help right on the spot.
Share with others what you have got.
Save the enjoys along the way.
Seal a few in memorys stay.
Let them add to life's display.
Seek the ways of fair play.
Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 19 august 2014
I see art in a canvas -
A painting of colors and contrasts -
Red, yellow and blue in sight
And black and white to shade and to light;
With hues blending together
All singled in one picture,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One painting - colors in unity.
I see art in a love song -
Words and letters in aesthetic throng-
With notes of sharpness and bass,
Each sound tuned with a musical grace;
With the heart, orchestrated
The notes and letters scripted,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One music - lyrics in unity.
I see art in a statue -
A piece of surfaces: flat and skew -
With curves carved by the sculptor
And angles modeled to show vigor;
With its limbs and its torso
Like a work of Donato,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One image - textures in unity.
I see art in a living -
Tissues and blood together clinging -
All minute cells so complexed
And organs that made healers perplexed;
With veins and a fistful heart
And systems doing their part
I see a beautiful harmony:
One creature - organs in unity.
I see art in the nature -
Lovely piece of God's architecture -
The lifeless and biotics
In the deepest depths and highest peaks;
With all creatures in motion
And all things of creation,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One earth - the whole world in unity.
I see art in Adam's race -
In every color, beauty displays -
'Tis pluribus e unum
Yet all unique in form and verbum;
With all the differences
Reconciled by friendliness,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One human race - men in unity!
- 8/19/14, 6 am
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-see-art/
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2014
(in answer to John Agard)
If I have to think God to be female
for all the beautiful things He did create
for big rainbows that are bright and not pale
for love that is something astounding great
then probably I would be drunk with ale
while to blasphemy Him I could not wait;
in the Word He declares to be male
[Reference: “Rainbow” by John Agard.]
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2014
I have been told by a young mortician
about a very strange odd incident
where declared dead by a physician
as a corpse to the mortuary went.
An old to death drugged local musician
unzipped the body-bag, did anger vent,
his language was not anything Christian.
Gert Strydom, 19 august 2014
While in a loving embrace you touch me
between us there is a kind of tranquillity,
while I see the beauty of you kind face,
between our mouths there is little space
in your shining eyes some longing I see,
while in a loving embrace you touch me.
While in a loving embrace you touch me
this moment is how life is supposed to be
while almost intimately we stand together
barely touching, barely caressing each other
and from all whims and worries we are free,
while in a loving embrace you touch me.
Satish Verma, 19 august 2014
The other side of life behind the barbed
future
where they were seeking gratifications,
I was entering the past, without pretention.
Time will cleanse the mutation. I will
be breaking the god's boundaries. A theme
of nobility has lot of troubles.
If I were poaching on death, that was unintentional,
life seeks a revenge on being denied
a place in sun. I will drink my own
pain.
My ashes are not meant for praise
They are to be strewn around on hills
whom I could not climb.
Only the fragrance of wild flowers will
bring back that cool goodbye.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 18 august 2014
Come joyful sun and shine brightly upon
the gloomy, cold and rainy winter chill
until every mark of winter is gone,
let flowers bloom at my house on the hill,
bring the dainty, lively and lovely spring
let bright wild flowers everywhere appear,
birds sing; butterflies fly on each small wing,
as if once more creation is drawing near,
while the skies are dark blue and crystal clear.
Gert Strydom, 18 august 2014
Since the first morning light you were up and gone
and I thought of last night as the day moved on
and voiceless between us sweet emotions remain
while through the day we both do toil alone
yet in the late afternoon you will return to me,
very soon your smiling bright face I will see
and I wonder if other couples
are also with each other’s company so very happy?
Satish Verma, 18 august 2014
I watched helplessly, my body being taken away
limb by limb
Life was becoming meaningless for the keeper.
So much chaos and fear. Flash and shadows
will not coexist in the same house.
Salt was diminishing day by day
and tasteless was cyanide.
You start beginning to understand,
death was not the key.
You have to ask for living without insult to Why.
How far you will go on the bridge?
River flows tumultuously under the feet.
All around a smell of burning flesh.
The spark was igniting internally.
I was water and I was stone.
Years were passing away without remorse
hiding the death of human spirit.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 august 2014
Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.
A timeless truth separates the charm from lies,
and I long for the generosity of past
which could connect us to future.
A flame burns the eyes.
When we took the wrong road?
Still the fever is rising.
Gods sneak into our affairs.
A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow,
the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched.
Satish Verma
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