Gert Strydom, 10 september 2013
Maybe you will still love me
when I die, when I loose all life
and lie under the dark lumps of sand
and become part of the earth
and maybe someone will say later
that nothing could curtail our love
that we did love each other
like no others could.
Gert Strydom, 10 september 2013
(after N.P. van Wyk Louw)
In a moment my humanity
wants to come to you
and now so suddenly,
let out and tell real things
which make other people numb
and does astonish them
and talk about painful never told things,
have a conversation about the matters
that lies deep in the heart,
speak about things that we might want different,
about things that other people would rather avoid
but when the moon outside rises snow-white,
when the doves at sunset still do coo,
when the smell of flowering jasmine is on the air,
then for moments I do feel stupid
while frequently you gazing loving at me.
[Reference: “Grense” (borders) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
Satish Verma, 10 september 2013
Sparks are dimmed. No use
collecting them. I will burn my home
to get light.
My god was sleeping.
Let me use the night goggles.
On the ridge walks a silhouette of
limping buddha,
his neck broken.
I did not help myself
falling. He had asked me
'Are you me?'
The anxiety of lifting the rock
again. I gather the grass leaves
on my toes.
Nobody wants to ruin the day
looking at baby silence,
featureless, mute.
Satish Verma
Bron Dayvid, 9 september 2013
I want to love again
I want to drift aimlessly in your warmth
I want to fall as a drunkard from the sweet taste of the elixir on your lips
I want to lay my head across your chest and count the beats of your heart until it synchronizes with mine
I want that never ending
Forever in the present
Forever in your presence
I want your fingers to submerge into the roots of my hair and dance from nap to nap to the rhythm of you
I want you to tell me you love me over and over even though I know but act as If I have Amnesia
Act as if I’m hard of hearing
I want you to act like nothing but your beautiful self
I want to wake up to your beautiful face next to mine
I want you to know you’re beautiful
I want you to hear it everyday
I want you to see it
I want you to feel it
I want you to feel me
I want you to want me
As bad as I want you
Then I want you to sleep
In hope that you might have the same dream that I have
The dream were we're still in love
The one where you still know I exist
The one where we still care
The dream I have every night
The same dream I wish you would have
Then maybe it could stop being a dream
And maybe I could stop being afraid to sleep
Because I dream about the dream but I dread when I awake without the dream girl
I don't want the dream
I just want the dream girl
I just want love again
I just want love
Gert Strydom, 9 september 2013
I do not know why without any cause
you let a barrier, some impediments arise,
why you want to flee away from me
and lash out when I do not deserve
any kind of pain or a scolding?
Truth be told you do hold me dear
but at times act lowly when I am near
and I do wonder about the reasons in your heart,
if you truly at times want to cause us to part?
As a guest, at times I do not feel worthy to be near
and you above all other things I still hold dear
and sometimes at night awake I do lie
while the daily happenings again passes me by,
knowing that love is such a brittle, fragile thing.
Gert Strydom, 9 september 2013
Somewhere a window rattles
from the rainy wind
and even the lightning bolts sound sad
but you have moved on
and incomprehension comes with a cold anguish.
Gert Strydom, 9 september 2013
You are gone from me
while the jacarandas are flowering purple-blue
and the reasons why echoes through my mind
while my days are running empty
and I aim on through the streets
but somewhere I have got to stand still.
Satish Verma, 9 september 2013
the whispering voices
laid down the arms on the skull of the leader,
father of pain, then asked the guns to fire
a last volley towards home
targeting the prudence of fingernails
who crossed the gap
seventy thousand years ago,
the progenitors with exposed genitalia:
the dead man's mouth was full of
secrets, my god, they were frozen pistons
of sugar, face bloated of pride,
absolutely white,
the skin had been very kind
a pink shade of poetry, you deliver
a rose for unnamed soldier
I break the windows and mirrors
Satish Verma
Bob Gotti, 9 september 2013
As The Lord works in us spiritually, He also does a work practically,
Not only does He save us friend, but, works out the time we spend,
While In this present life as we live, a spiritual insight, God will give,
Given to all who come to Christ, as God begins to move in their life.
A child of God, through New Birth, God will guide you on this earth,
Now born again into God’s Family, He puts us on a path to eternity,
As God helps with the task at hand, helping us to take a new stand,
In the way we see the issues in life, led by the Spirit of Jesus Christ.
Now from above my Lord leads, providing all of my practical needs,
Now with my eternal destiny sealed, my new life in Christ is revealed,
As God’s Spirit works in my heart, from my former life I must depart,
Being led by The Spirit of Christ, God helps me in a newly found life.
With my heart and mind renewed, God exhibits in me, a new attitude,
One that guides me through the day, as I travel upon the narrow way,
As Christ influences all my thought, real change in my life is wrought,
As I try to honor God with my life, in service to my Lord Jesus Christ.
Spiritually by Christ I was saved, from a life, when lost and depraved,
As He granted me a new life to live, that life to Christ I now fully give,
Reflecting on all for me He’s done, I’m obligated to serve God’s Son,
My Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who has granted to me Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©08/2013 Bob Gotti)
Bob Gotti, 9 september 2013
When man’s simple plans go awry, I can trust The Lord on high,
In His stable unchanging plan, which includes every single man,
When man’s plans crumble and fall, In The Lord I can stand tall,
Upheld by His Omnipotent hand, through the chaos I can stand.
Trials come, we know not why; they are allowed by God on high,
Directing the course of each man, regardless of the earthly plan,
God’s weaved within every story, His plan for His ultimate glory,
Authored by the Ancient of Days, all for God’s glory and praise.
As it’s the Savior, Jesus Christ, Who’s authored every single life,
This, as The Author of Salvation, He moves in man’s destination,
Moving to life’s ultimate purpose, the knowledge of Christ Jesus,
As man’s plans come and go, He is the One man needs to know.
As God’s Eternal Word is sure, with the only plan that will endure,
Which is written in the Word of God, for all upon this earthly sod,
God’s plan written in ages past, the plan which shall eternally last,
His plan which includes everyone, authored by God’s Eternal Son.
All man’s plans are temporal friend, while, God’s Plan has no end,
Far passing any temporal endeavor, God’s plan shall last Forever,
Well beyond the temporal world, His eternal plan shall be unfurled,
When all those who know Jesus Christ, shall enter into Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©08/2013 Bob Gotti)
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