Greg, 9 may 2013
With infinity to do and nothing to say
Fade silent into breath taking wonder
A crossing for a king to sink
And a pain for the wretch to scream, and scream
Bring wondrous shackles to the brink of blackness
And scream for the lit cigarette
To burn you deep in the pits of wonder
To harmonize with your contentment, collapsing the wave
Feel free to say something, anything at all
Just let me know I'm important enough to ignore
To actively ignore, while shining bright on your phase
Let me know you notice the shun
Facade upon layer upon facade upon...
Digging softly with a layer of untouched pain
Kiss the solemn ground and lay feet bear
For the mourning comes and the sadness never leaves
The mourning goes and turns to photosynthesis
And leukemia for someone's grandmother
The hand that once held him from her wheel chair
Now is falling off for fear of reprieve.
Gert Strydom, 9 may 2013
People make extraordinary efforts
to catch the essence of life,
to be truly living
and some visit third-rate motel
and hotel rooms
where they undress to ravage each other,
some read, watch television
into the early hours
and some just stay up
always thinking
as if searching for their souls.
I took the steps down
of the old dilapidated building
of which the elevators
were all broken
and it was chilly
with grey concrete under my feet
and the shop at the nearest garage was open
twenty four seven,
where I bought a bread and a half and milk
while the first orange pink glow
was creeping over the eastern horizon
and the world was as if on hold
and still waiting
for the bright sun before awaking,
with lights glowing yellow
in the rows of lamps in the street,
empty from cars and people
and it was a little cold in my shorts
but the doves in the park
at the art museum came down in droves,
landed cooing and bunched around me
pecking up hungry the bits
that I broke from the half loaf.
Gert Strydom, 9 may 2013
We were walking in the park,
our little zoo of dogs and you and me.
One was splashing in the stream,
swimming like a huge black beaver,
the little one barked from the bank
as if encouraging and telling the others what to do,
one was sniffing the trees, looking for a spot
as if surprised at what she got,
one was looking out for other people
as if someone could suddenly draw a knife
and come challenging with it
staying aware as if guarding us
and then a bird came out of nowhere,
appeared in the air above me,
decided that my head
was a great place to rest
and at the last moment fluttered up
changing landing orders to that of flight.
Gert Strydom, 9 may 2013
We were walking in the park,
our little zoo of dogs and you and me.
One was splashing in the stream,
swimming like a huge black beaver,
the little one barked from the bank
as if encouraging and telling the others what to do,
one was sniffing the trees, looking for a spot
as if surprised at what she got,
one was looking out for other people
as if someone could suddenly draw a knife
and come challenging with it
staying aware as if guarding us
and then a bird came out of nowhere,
appeared in the air above me,
decided that my head
was a great place to rest
and at the last moment fluttered up
changing landing orders to that of flight.
Gert Strydom, 9 may 2013
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates
and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.
In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates
and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.
In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.
with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.
Gert Strydom, 9 may 2013
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates
and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.
In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
Who killed all of these
these carcasses of elephants,
buffalo and almost every wild gazelle
vulture calls to its mates
and descending, in a dark swarm
of feathers and wings
the pecking begins.
In the distance man drives off
with his implements of war
with military trucks laden with loot,
with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.
with ivory, meat, skins stacked
without a care
to the consequences of his deeds
and happily vulture feeds.
Satish Verma, 9 may 2013
A stunning hurl of androids
on command, pulled by empty space when
a talking primate decides
the course of universe.
A non-existent living
from moment to moment prepares
a moon man to jump into religion
for salvation.
The wedding of tin sliced,
dumping bodies, of forsaken brides
of gloom, widens the want of rocks
and people give a black-lipped approval.
A plane load of hand grenades
and missiles and rocket launchers
nourish the smug ideas of a watershed
on the discovery of self.
Satish Verma
dickerson, robert, 9 may 2013
Tokyo toyota
mitsubishi kyoto
teriyaki sake.
translation:
September jonquil
you're a little late, here, pal,
the party's over.
Insatiable Sohail, 8 may 2013
My mind is cloudy
Sad and melancholy
Intolerably unbearable pain
That haunts within me.
I want to share it to you
As a thirsty man drink.
Words fail to capture
The inner feelings of my heart.
My state of mind
An abyss of sadness.
Every beat of my heart
Tortures me incessantly.
My pain is roaring like a thunderstorm
But none can hear it.
None can see my crying
Falling down on my cheek.
That splashes over my mind.
The crying of the sky
Can arouse the inner feeling
That every heart translate in their own way .
Then why none can understand
The language of my pain ?
Is it a wilful negligence of others
Or the inability of my cloudy mind ?
Satish Verma, 8 may 2013
Half-buried in a mud pit,
a polluter bares all, body and soul.
Hands bound, ready to be stoned
to death.
A god was going to kill a god.
A dense judgement of planet green
of an unreliable sun
scribbling a code of conduct.
My god, I will go insane.
Save my woods I say. How can
be the adam was so naked running
in a race gene altered?
My arthritic fingers again lift
a mansion of gold leaves, dissolving
the sky.
Satish Verma
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