Official Wackypoet, 30 april 2013
If the day comes when I can no longer look you in the eyes
and no longer say the words "I love you"
When time takes the breath out of me
and your smile I can no longer see.
Always remember the place you held in my heart
and though my heart beats no more
know that wherever I have gone
A piece of you travels with me.
For I shall never leave, though my body lays
I have not gone, when words on a cold stone
replace the memory of me you once knew
my soul shall remain; In the eyes of a loved one, in the memories we onced shared,
in the laughter of your children and in the places you go, there I will be..
And though you may be scared, though your tears may cry out.
Know that I am happy, I am not alone.
I found my peace and now all I wish is that you find your own.
Please dont be afraid, please dont cry for me,
But share share the laughter and my treasured memories.
In the stars of the night, I will be there to remind you
I am watching, I am proud and until forever I will always love you
Official Wackypoet, 30 april 2013
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
A million reasons to recite the words "I love you"
A kiss for each breath, a laugh for every smile.
Each moment with you, you bring unceasing meaning to my life.
And no matter where I may go,
or wherever your life may take you
As you continue throughout this life
Each moment with you shall be cherished forever.
My love for you is inevitable, it is unceasing and eternal
it will endure long after I am gone.
I say now and until forever that I will always love you.
Official Wackypoet, 30 april 2013
A thousand friends and I marched to the riverside.
As the sun set and lovers returned home,
crowds scattered far and wide as children returned to their own.
There at the riverside,
where all was no empty with just sweet silence.
The seagulls from their shore were heard in a remote distance
much like cries of a far off violence.
And there at the riverside, with a thousand friends and I.
Our marchings came aroar as our voices sung aloud.
Of a song of praise and worship to the lord so high.
Then there at the riverside,
were few passers by with just little to see,
and they strode on by by with only questionings in their mind,
just what could have been for such a crowd, for such gatherings
there at the riverside.
And with our voices of praise and with our song of worship,
there our hands grasped high as we gave thanks.
And there twilight arose and farewelled
A thousand friends and I as we marched from the riverside.
Official Wackypoet, 30 april 2013
When time was new and quiet was the land.
The ocean and the trees, moved incessantly,
And the sun rose low on the edge of the sea.
When there was Adam and Eve.
The river, the hills and the water hole,
the trees, the birds, in the land there was plenty.
The dark, the light, all beauty to see,
But it was not enough for pleasure grew empty.
A child was born and a story was told,
and the boy restored joy to the land.
And dancing came the trees as the birds sung the sea,
all beauty and pleasure restored to the land
When there was Adam and Eve.
The sky in the night, the tides in the morn'
the glimps of light at the beginning of dawn.
All beauty and pleasure remains,
When there was Adam and Eve.
But the story grew old, And the river has now faded
the flowers are gone, the fruit no more.
The dark the only beauty, though beauty it is not,
the story now changed and quietly forgot.
And time has surely shortened for the sun has not come,
all beauty and pleasure in the land has faded.
The ocean swallowed the sea, and the story is now lost
for no longer are we in the land of Adam and Eve.
David de la Croes, 29 april 2013
When I first realized that I loved you
I became afraid, for I felt exposed,
surrounded by the broken-down fences
I had painstakingly built as protection
for my fragile emotions and great fears
against a cold and indifferent world.
Suddenly, without warning, my safe world
was changed as I gave free entry to you
into my heart, and in spite of my fears,
I willingly my complete being exposed -
seeking the nestling warmth and protection
and the safety of love's strong fences.
I found that love was not caged, and fences
were not needed to live in its blissful world,
where affection was its own protection
and the sharing of life's journey with you
could allow unknown joys to be exposed
and assurances could replace past fears.
As our love grew and flowered, and past fears
were eroded with abandoned fences
I became strong, despite being exposed
to the changes of an evolving world.
I felt secure and contented with you -
In your loving care I found protection.
And through the years, love's certain protection
has shielded us against life's storms and fears
And as I have walked at the side of you
I found a paradise, without fences,
where we have built our own beautiful world,
filled with love, and our joy could be exposed.
Now we have grown old and by age exposed
our bodies frail, each limb needs protection.
As we move slowly in a twilight world
and confront diverse and alarming fears
I seek strength in my memory's fences
recalling joyous times and days with you.
A soul exposed to true love knows no fears.
The protection of your love's strong fences
secure my world - I will always love you.
David de la Croes, 29 april 2013
(Poem for my granddaughter)
I just found out that you visited here
while I was away at work -
and that you left a few minutes before my arrival!
Ah! Your sweet presence
would have been such a balm
for my tired and aching body -
having traveled by bus, and train, another bus,
and then dragged for a thousand metres
through blustering winds.
And now I must find consolation
in the traces of your presence -
the imprints of your feet on the bathroom tiles,
and the faint lingering echoes of your laughter,
and the fading silhouette where you sat watching cartoons.
Although you live in my heart, I still miss you, sweet child!
Philip Goode, 29 april 2013
i tryd so hard to push u away, i knew u would never understand. the memories the past where still at bay. i couldnt find the words to say, but this is never what i had planned.
u remind me in my dreams as i wake up to ur screams. and relize things may never change. its a crippling thought all the pain i brought and to know that ur heart was still range.
i die more each day every second ur away. but my mind lies to my heart. i wish i could describe to u everything i would say. but i wouldnt know where to or which way to start.
i thought things would get better, but they only got worse, im a wreck a disaster and i belong in a hurse. but still my heart beats, im a dead man walking in the empty streets.
numb but yet i still feel fear a sense that i acquired over the year. im afraid u will never understand, im afraid u will never take me back , im writing this to u because a silver tounge is something that i do not lack.
i am sorry for the lies ,i am sorry for pain. i feel like there are to sides of me. and the worste half i cannot contain. selfishness is his name, hes the one who lies for his own personal gain.
i want to controll it and thats y i had to let u go. but i still love u so much. i only wish that u would know.
-philip goode
Gert Strydom, 29 april 2013
With ears huge like satellite dishes
Johnny worked at the roadhouse
and it was a place where you could drive in
to get your take away food
and when he noticed a green V6 Cortina
nobody was in the car and the engine was running.
In a moment Johnny got into the car,
shifted it into gear and the tires screamed wildly
while he raced down Voortrekker Road
and there was fear and emptiness on his stomach
when a lorry suddenly swerved in before the Cortina
and the plate at the backside of the truck gleamed
and there was just on big bang,
when everything turned into darkness,
when the engine of that Ford crumbled
and Johnny’s destiny had been set between heaven and hell
and this is how it’s with humanity
where no one really knows what waits on the other side.
Gert Strydom, 29 april 2013
When I walked away from the Marders Hotel
the world seemed to be stumbling towards me
and I couldn’t tell the time,
the air was fresh and cold
and as if my feet were totally free from my body,
the traffic lights
and cars were drifting out of the night
and I gripped on a lamppost to get hold of myself,
waved a taxi down that came along
and the driver was short like a dwarf or an elf
and I paid him for a trip to get home,
but he took me to hell and gone,
it felt as if we were going to Rome
and somewhere along the way
we stopped and he went for a wee
and he told me to wait,
disappeared through a iron gate
and after a time I got out to see,
but though that probably he was far away
and though that I heard a distant scream
struggling right through a cemetery
thinking that everything is just a strange dream
but I did not take closer scrutiny
at what was in front of me
and slipped and fell into a open hole
with a loud thud with my face in the mud
and immediately I was sober,
seeing someone moving towards me,
slipping and falling on some wed clods
I said: “damned, Lord God,
who the hell is this?”
The strange little man gave a short hiss,
trying to gauge the situation
with eyes huge as saucers
in a fearful tone said:
“Satan, leave my body alone”
and without any goodbyes
with a big leap he was gone
and in that grave, I was the only one.
Philip Goode, 29 april 2013
This Broken Glass of Memories, it comes inside my every thought, puncturing all of my Hope to breathe outside reality.
My eye's consumed in all the stares that break this heart inside of me. So many pieces left inside it seems so hard to place them back like the pain inside my mind Seeking more than, just that place and taking more than what I feel but taking all I have embraced....To see this image in my mind running through me like a breeze, Its so unclear to hard to grasp...... This picture kept inside of me locked away so far away shackled in my deepest pain.
yes the mirror of my memories isnt so hard to find, i let it out in broken thoughts that cluttered up my mind, so many times ive fallen to the floor, torn apart like broken glass, i cant take it any more, and i feel that i wont last. But as i reach out and call ur name, my reflection begins to show a different face, as u put me back together but u put me in a different place. A new image in my mind state is what i now can see, my mirror has turned into ur face, because u shine through me.
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