Gert Strydom, 17 june 2014
Early the morning dew shimmers
over the grass where over his eyes goes
where he is clinging to a branch
and his glance travels on and on
as if the entire world is his
and everything that can be prey on is spied upon
from where the sun is only colouring the horizon
and even a dot carries meaning.
When Cain killed Abel he was a witness
and came to his own element
while Abel’s life did grow faint after a deadly blow
and over the animals fleeing in fear he was astounded
but was hungry with the first smell of blood
while the whole world around him did shudder
and his screeching call did quiver
while he wanted to tear and devour
when he did find a new source of food
and from that time he was a dark child
that wanders continually ready
on the wings of the wind.
© Gert Strydom
Gert Strydom, 17 june 2014
If you want to place your darling wife in words
it’s not with a sober eye that you look at her
and when you want to remember her face and even her eyes
you are time and again astonished by her character
and every word stays in the fog of the mind
when you wonder if her eyes are blue, green or grey
while you do realize that what you write is untrue to her
as part of a greater whole that you want to replace
and when you only look too near at small things
a hand is only a hand and an eye an eye
wherein character and intellect burn behind the viewers
which looks completely different in the whole picture
where character can raise a person to an angel
or from a still greater scope to only a speck in the sand.
Gert Strydom, 17 june 2014
My God is not just an icon
that still hangs on a cross
and where I go He walks along
and He is present
in every moment.
He knows every human being intimately
sees every tear,
hears every prayer
and when darkness folds its arms around me
I am still in His company.
Let others believe what the want
His love urges me
to believe in Him.
Gert Strydom, 17 june 2014
I see a gull with wings swept back
fall into the deeper blue
and with power ascend from the ocean
with a codfish of which the tail hits to both sides
and its shade glides over the mirror smooth surface with a fish
when that bird is just for another moment there.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2014
If you walk straight under the
shadow of moon, to the salt lake
death will blow a long whistle.
Everything was ruined in war of words.
There was no peace in the heart,
even after meditation, the mind
drove for the flesh, caressing neither
blameless womb nor Oedipus.
The dead forefathers goad the hypocrisy
till the blood spurts out from
the black navel of centuries
and the forgiveness stands naked.
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 16 june 2014
Vonj jutra
kraljevo
zavaja dan
v odpuščeno –
da ne bi bolelo,
jokalo –
zvonilo tam,
kjer ni zvonov.
Blazine trave z dražem jutra
blestijo v soncu -
zadišijo:
majhna sebi,
čutno polzim vase,
da se kdo ve kje,
približam udarcu dneva -
bo milosten ali surov.
Polja tiho
na soncu ležijo –
občutek svetosti,
kot prvo obhajilo;
razodeto zunaj mene –
komaj verjetno –
zlepljeno z odtisi milosti jutra,
za neizogiben čas trnjevo negotov.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
pesniška zbirka Tempus fugit - Čas beži
Satish Verma, 16 june 2014
Today I want to take a lethal dose
of black lips, confronting the killer on
contract. Time dithers to escort. May be
a cold-blooded murder of a handful of
sick shadows will give a transparent
memory.
Planting a sad kiss on blameless
insomniac, I rub the sweet tenderness
of morning blossom, a work of a faithful
artist, an unnoticed grief (for the sake
of old promise) . Meanwhile the blue moon
splits into thousand splinters.
From the height of insanity flows
the chaste river of history. I defy the
laws of gravity and climb with death
all the time, becoming dark to myself,
finding the shape of light in
beauty of death.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 15 june 2014
Always working out the territory
to find out the limits on the right
to live or die. Why not to get
an assisted death when you choose
to go unnoticed without fission or
folding up? Time was becoming a book
you cannot read like a polygraph.
The carnivores are increasing in
numbers and destroying the eco-balance
of human relationship. The dry bones
are piling up and the gouged eyes were
gaping in ethical failure under hot
glow of brightness, the naked god
chasing the helpless man. The coming
of age of a dialogue on fear was
important for a debate to start.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 14 june 2014
Sadness was invading my wounds. Again
I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart
to write a new poem.
A scythe cuts a cloud
that it was not. I reel under
the unexpected rain of wards.
You go up on top ladder
to jump in the hot cauldron,
no pain to drown in bones.
What was the meaning of living
with death daily and still smiling?
A candle makes a hole in your palm!
The brain has an infidel tumor;
if fails to grow and erase you.
You are absent to your being.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 13 june 2014
It’s with ice that the winter comes
and with sadness the wind is blowing
when just an empty loneliness remains
and I do not anymore hear your beautiful words
when just before daybreak the dew changes to ripe
that even makes the bigger plants wilt,
the tracks in my heart are blown away
and even when we are together I do miss you.
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