Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 5 december 2013

Sometimes I do ask

Sometimes I do ask for a bit of mercy from you,
to hesitate when you do not immediately understand
and to keep at mind
that wherever life goes
 
I do love you out of the depth of my heart.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 4 december 2013

Like a fragile cosmos flower

Like a fragile cosmos flower
you came unexpectedly into my life,
before I knew it I did fall in love
and now you turn my days over and over.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 december 2013

As a mere child

As a mere child I played the marigold game
and pulled off and did divide
the yellow leave one after the other
but now that I have got you
I do not want to determine your love like this.
 
Everything in life I want to share with you,
I cannot and do not want to forget you
and what does flowers know about true love?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 december 2013

UNBELIEVING

Today gives me an ethernal hurting
of the raging night, my moon had crashed
on the wings of flamingoes

While saying farewell to crying winds of the
creek when waves slapping sideways on crazy
shores of silence, another watchman of sweets.

Impared longing till it starts burning
under the eyes, so I am the priest and I am the god
of wasteland incisible in drifting dust

Of voicelessness on the doors of schizophrenia
in order to stay dane amist the freedom of violence
of uncaught heydays of drag queens in transgender

Era of dragons and quivering flash of tempers
between breasts of hills in a green sky it would
be sleepless mystry of gullible hounds


Satish Verma


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 2 december 2013

When the grey days of winter

When the grey days of winter loose their colour
and the golden sun at springtime sits in the hazy blue
then I can hear weavers, sparrows and doves
that does twitter and coo
and then you are in your glory my wife
 
when you laugh happy like the summer-sun,
when your fingers pull out weeds
and plant seedlings of new flowers
 
and like a goddess from mythology
you then hold the green
of your own small world in your hands
 
and then I do realise
that our love also is continually sprouting
and do flower without questions,
that the days of our lives
stretch into each season
and up into distance
 
but that our love is perpetual
and can even flower in the worst winter.


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Bron Dayvid

Bron Dayvid, 2 december 2013

She Wonders

I wonder if she thinks about me
A selfish thought indeed
 
As if I was ever that important
As if I didn't wish I still was
But the mind forgets what the heart obscures
And we have lost more than touch
 
Time - my wonderful companion has become a mortal enemy
 
I wonder if she still thinks about me
A selfish thought indeed
 
Because I only think of her in moments like this
A fleeting feeling that can't be trusted
So infectious and corrupted
 
I wonder if she still thinks about me
 
In the morning or before she rests her head
I wonder if I cross her mind even though another may lie in her bed
 
I don't dream about her
But I slip sometimes and my mind runs
The thing I desire has no reality parallel to this one's
 
But again
I do not dream about her
Though I am in a dream
I wonder if I'll wake
I wonder if she dreams
 
I wonder if she thinks about me
Maybe I should call
A number that is no more known then she
A 5 a 3 I can’t recall
 
I wonder if she still knows mine
I would answer if she did
I wouldn't know it was her but I'd hope it would be
And even if it wasn't I still would hope
 
That she thinks of me
At least once
Because sometimes I can't stop
And I know it's selfish because I know she never had a choice
Only mine only me
 
I wonder if she still thinks of me
And if so
I wonder if it's a positive thought
Or was I a mistake
Surely a thought I regret even thinking
But it is far too late
 
I wonder if she thinks of me
A little or a lot
I wonder if she knows sometimes I can't stop
 
Like this time
And the time long ago
And a few weeks before then
And another month or so even then
All the way to the last thought of her that I had
 
It's been awhile since then
Maybe I’m making progress
Maybe I haven't thought of her as much as I would like to think I do
 
I think I think too much
 
I wonder if she does too


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 december 2013

SANTHARA *

When honeycomb started dripping,
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat.

Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time
for the purification of greed and spurting desires.
His only mechanical aid was his pen.

Into the half century of geckoes getting rid
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds

started melting on the burnt-out grasses.
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes.
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body.


* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops eating and drinking.


Satish Verma


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mvvenkataraman

mvvenkataraman, 1 december 2013

A Calm Dealing will be Healing

Better to do away with excitement
Even though that is supremely tough
As often we land into a deep trouble
By offering highly tough promises
 
By keeping our cool, we surprise all
As they are bewildered by our act
We never suffer as we don’t blunder
Mainly because we control our mind
 
In a happy mood, if we make a gift
We may have to regret surely later
If that may affect our prosperity
Is not that an act of ignorance?
 
Practice to control mind and tongue
As both may slip inadvertently always
Once we establish our supremacy
Our life is traveling on a safe route
 
In a nutshell, let out not emotions
Calmly muse before taking a step
Find out practically its benefits
Go ahead with a control in speed.
 
mvvenkataraman


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 november 2013

ONE ANTHOS

Someone connects a bonsai to elemental peat.
Your visual collides a clay bite
of water, deepening the bottom of invisible fence.
My primrose was waiting for you.

Polychromes become volatile. An inventive
missile leaves the trace for a predator to scoop
an angel. I was afraid of wrinkles, the
disjunctive pain. Only an insane can walk
over the fire. The cat’s claw will take hold of freedom,
the bleeding wound of mutual hate.

I sit listening to ceasefire, shirtless soldiers
cleaning their guns, you still seek the empty vessel.

Satish Verma


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Bob Gotti

Bob Gotti, 29 november 2013

Left And Right


Can one embrace darkness and light, as one is wrong and one is right,
For those who know Christ Jesus, that answer is in His Righteousness,
Following His Spirit that dwells within, while in a world of darkened sin,
Those who are of Christ’s Light, cannot embrace man’s wrong as right.
 
Politically there’s the left and right, opposing views, like day and night,
Each one goes in different ways, seeking not God’s, but man’s praise,
Different ways, for a different cause, it should make a Christian pause,
Asking what does God’s Word say, as to both the cause and their way.
 
Today on the left many people walk, being guided by man’s liberal talk,
While to the right, many others will go; what is their end, we don’t know;
To the left, the fool’s heart leans, creating the many very liberal scenes,
While to the right wise men shall trod, but, their majority still avoid God.
 
To the left and right many will stray, never knowing the Lord’s only way,
Not out of man’s political deliberation, but from God’s Holy Revelation,
As many today wander in the night, far from our Lord’s Righteous Light,
Never finding God’s way of Truth, while moving a nation to His Reproof.
 
If leaders should continue to stray, God’s Judgment will not be far away,
As Rome should be a reminder to all, that even great nations too will fall,
Continuing their dark agendas friend, judgment for us, could be our end,
As The Lord shall judge ever nation, according to God’s Holy Revelation.
 
(Copyright ©10/2013 Bob Gotti)


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