Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
As we dream
We are forced to believe
That anything we wish
Can be conceived.
And as we wake
what will ensue?
Will we make these
Dreams come true?
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
When does one lose sense of reality?
Is it normal to hold onto a crushed dream?
How is it that we may find joy
When this reality is not what it seems?
Do we imagine because we fear reality?
Or do we merely yearn to escape it?
Can't we ever find the strength?
The strength we need to face it?
Will there ever be a time
Where all life stands still?
Or must we find within ourselves
The power that is our will?
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
Look to the sky.
See the beautiful cyan color.
The clouds move as snails do.
Drifting about needlessly.
The birds sing their songs of harmony
And flutter about so elegantly.
Oh, what I would give to join them.
To float with the clouds of ivory.
To meld with the skies of blue.
To sing with the careless birds.
To flaunt my feathers in the cool breeze.
If I could take flight,
I could finally be free.
Devon McElveen, 18 june 2013
The battle wears on
And it may seem rough,
But do not worry.
I have faith in us.
Though we quake in fear
We prove to be strong.
And facing these odds
We will not steer wrong.
Truly an honor
To stand with you all.
And I will stand here
Even as we fall.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 18 june 2013
Unpleasant feelings veil her
And she laments in agony,
Helplessly observing from the horizon…
Evergreen trees and dense forests
Mercilessly being cut and cleared,
Modern endeavours by humans
Damaging the beautiful environment.
She sheds tears in pain
And makes a silent appeal…
Plant and conserve trees,
Make the surroundings green,
Love Nature, save environment.
[Published: 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 5 June 2013]
Gert Strydom, 18 june 2013
Foxhounds bark and tare away
with tails in the air
like guiding antennas
as if chasing a spectral bone
While hunters dressed in black
and some in red
with white helmets
follow at full gallop
urging their horses on.
What a spectacle they make
while they race
through the field
as they have being doing
since eighteen twenty-two.
Gert Strydom, 18 june 2013
The grey horse grazes outside
and eats, eats bit by bit
in our country
and on the farms is were it gets delicacies
but first it must go up into dark Africa
as pestilences and plagues
and famine asks a toll.
There are clouds hanging black
and thunder drawing closer
and it smells the rising wind.
Still it waits on the angel of death
to give a loud whistle
and then it stretches its stride
as everywhere there are corpses when war comes.
Gert Strydom, 18 june 2013
A bee buzzes past in its flight
when the first peach blossoms flower
while birds call out of the bright blue sky
A bee buzzes past in its flight
and the year turns back to summer
and on the hunt is the butcherbird and preying mantis.
A bee buzzes past in its flight
when the first peach blossoms flower
Satish Verma, 18 june 2013
Touched by moon, I pick up
a black rose,
to return the debt.
Very high
the fire, returns in my eyes.
I start burning in your arms.
The parting,
crawls in the bed
I cannot speak nor cry.
Why it had to happen
after sunset,
when the leafless tree was waiting?
Satish Verma
Greg, 17 june 2013
This moment of flaccid connectivity
Shall spur and burn into systems
Unfolding, unrelenting expression
Red like the eyes of trees beholden witches
Young and old, dark and cold
Shine the light projected forth
In blue hair not so clean
Godliness is next to vanity
The void draped in colors made soft
The harsh freedom of the splintered night
Come together
Round the fire
Worship the wind
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