Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 4 june 2013

Spitting cobra

As if killed, turned on its own back,
the serpent lies motionless, as if asleep
while something in the black eyes glow
 
while its measuring spitting, striking distance,
waiting as if by chance, brooding its hidden evil
as it comes alive as a deadly hissing, spitting thing
 
and kill it certainly will, when movement returns to it
and the white ring around its neck is bright
while it is ready to strike, to deadly hit.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 4 june 2013

That snake was a venomous thing (rondine)

I saw it whispering, suddenly hissing,
with its waving big head drawn somewhat back
it was looking deadly, ready to attack;
just moments before it was uncoiling,
of it I was very unsuspecting,
there was nothing close by with which to hack,
I saw it whispering,
 
I waited moments for the killing sting
my breath was away, its skin was black,
the sheer killing courage I did not lack
and now that snake was a venomous thing;
I saw it whispering…


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 june 2013

VAPORIZATION

Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor
brought the climate change for a flag which flew
at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the
open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started
selling its salt to land sharks.

These days I am becoming introvert. The needles
have become blind, cannot stitch the god given
sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded
at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion
of a truth.


I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid
mate who set my skin blue after I drank her
proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the
bones for a glow of death which comes when
you give away your life for a pink sun.



Satish Verma


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Kahlia Mazacalletti

Kahlia Mazacalletti, 3 june 2013

Circus.........

I stopped by the circus today......
After all this time; do you wish you could UNDO the things that have distressed  me?  I wonder what kind of parent I would have been...without you.  I feel alive for the first time in as many monkees-I have been playing.........
All the little animals in the man made grass; they appear to be happy
Would you be?  Would you or do you care about them as little as myself.....

Feeling a little uncomfortable.......
I was so numbed out by your bull that I never saw them coming.....COWS????  
We always are different in front of a whole crowd....Whatever could they do  to you......Show love, anger, ambigous, fake, phony.....
The list is endless....Why did you hurt me that way
Because no one can hurt you?  We will all get our chances.......
Thank you for showing me the RIGHT way to be evil.......
I am going to sit on the porch swing and mello out.....



Thank you, my friend,
Kahlia


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 june 2013

There’s no thunder’s match falling from the sky (rondine)

There’s no thunder’s match falling from the sky
while for days without end rain sieves down,
while we both live in a world of our own
and the cold, wet winter passes us by,
something much deeper lies in your eye
while darkness covers the earth like a gown,
there’s no thunder’s match
 
in the winter rain, while time does fly
no shining stars are seen that make a crown,
the big pinewoods seem totally overgrown;
some twilight comes, as if the sun did die,
there’s no thunder’s match…


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 june 2013

In that church I am the only one (rondine)

Bright light shine in, not much is going on,
I open an old door that behind me thud
when I am sure that all people are gone,
my eyes catch a single red rose bud
beneath my knees the floor is cold as stone,
I chew my prayers again like cows do cud.
Bright light shine in,
 
while my life feels dirty as the black mud
and in that church I am the only one,
feeling in the great world totally alone
while my own sins pierces like a sharp stud,
bright lights shine in.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 3 june 2013

In the old painting something was living (rondine)

In the old painting something was living
displaying dead men in eternal youth,
it had some deeply hidden kind of truth,
about the evanescence of everything,
about the spirit, integrity that was rising
always conquering shattering untruth.
In the old painting,
 
as forever in life’s own awakening spring,
with their eyes on the point of azimuth
and among them a heroic kind of Ruth
with feelings of a strange awakening
in the old painting.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 june 2013

STAR STRUCK

i, thirst for nudging
the butter lamp to peep inside
the dark of a Shiva crater
of human suffering,

between your pain and my blood
there was ancient history,
where will you go now, no
light has touched you so far

the moon takes a bath inside
a sleeping volcano of perfect
aches, staring in the sad eyes
of a fauna

brace your window and taste
your memory, lift the quivering hands
to welcome the blank pages
of future


Satish Verma


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Steven Ingle

Steven Ingle, 2 june 2013

Killed In Action

Like thunder and lightning striking in the dead of night
with it's bloody hand the arty came.
And as dawn's first light fell across the murdered land
we found our friends,
some of long and some of short duration,
all lay about in destruction.
The dead mourn those left behind for the broken hearts they endure
but also take comfort that their loved ones will never know the pain,  the utter horror that hides behind the words,
"Killed in Action".


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Kahlia Mazacalletti

Kahlia Mazacalletti, 1 june 2013

The Bride

I could have woken up-DEAD
I still can hear her little girl's voice
No one else can make me feel so sad
But she is not of this heavanly place, she is unique
She is special....if she let down all her walls
And built new ones; she would be great.....
I love her anyway, being my friend
But after her husband left; she has been on a hunt
People say you cannot ruin a marraige, not TRUE
I saw her walking down the aisle and looking at me, she
did not want to marry him, it was a convenience.....
She needed 90 days to figure it all out
Some say she wants to have her cake and eat it too..... 
I think she is too scared to move forward...REWIND.....
She should stay single and alone except for friends
I am her best shot at making it out alive and well.....
LOVE does many things to us; I am out of suggestions
She walks around dazed, the REST of her life.....
In a 5 minute pep talk; she decides to leave, hide out
perhaps in my car; can she pull it off?
I always bet on her as she always wins.......
This time I may lose my money....left with no answers-
I come out and say....Lets party........
She feels better and her groom left.....
A lot of rough details and still single.......
How could she live in this blizzard called life.......

Time to start anew.............No one is too old, to feel great...



Kahlia


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