Gert Strydom, 25 april 2013
At night when the day puts on its dark cloak
and blackness covers the heavenly blue
then there is a place that we want to make our own,
a place where you reach with your hand to mine
where you love me past time and sense and sensibility
and somehow it’s a place of shelter
where the madness of life does grow faint,
where an own piece of Eden begins.
Gert Strydom, 25 april 2013
(after Kris Kristofferson)
On a sunny summer Sunday
when there is nowhere that I do belong
life seems lonelier than on any other day
and while other people are happy and gay
it’s just another day that comes along.
On a sunny summer Sunday
while outside the kids do gambol and play,
for some kind of companionship I do constantly long,
(life seems lonelier than on any other day)
and I have lost my faith somewhere along the way,
while hour after hour the lonesomeness gets strong
On a sunny summer Sunday
none of my heartaches and memories does go away
and on the street I am only one among the throng,
(life seems lonelier than on any other day),
all of my thoughts do yesterday portray
and something tells me that I have gone too far wrong,
On a sunny summer Sunday
life seems lonelier than on any other day.
[Reference: “Sunday morning coming down” by Kris Kristofferson.]
Nightrayne, 25 april 2013
If I told you that I love you
would you stick around to reply?
Would you run for the hills?
Would you leave me high and dry?
Cause I swear, I didn't mean to -
I even tried not to.
But honestly,
I think I should blame you.
Because if it hadn't been for you -
your kind and caring eyes
your subtle touch
and your stolen kiss one moonlit night,
maybe then, I would have stood a chance.
But as it is, if it hadn't been for you and all you are
you wouldn't have woken the sleeping corners of my heart
and maybe then, I wouldn't have failed
when trying not to love you.
Insatiable Sohail, 25 april 2013
I search for the achievement
For a truly living identity
That will open the gate
Between Creator and me.
Find nature the best one.
I search for the first hand knowledge
That will inculcate in me the sense of duty.
And will arouse my sense of empathy.
Being a naive entity that'll never hurt me.
Find nature the incomparable one.
I search for the supreme institution
For moulding the superb personalities and enrichment of life
That will help to establish a friendly rapport
Between Creator and me.
Find nature the unique one.
Nature
A silent caring one -cares us always
Shares her speech, her feelings.
Thus, it unravels the mystery of the universe.
Satish Verma, 25 april 2013
Did you foresee it? It was coming.
The freaked guilt of failed attempt
to get yourself kissed by a flame in the
androgynous temptation of dark.
One legitimate delay in dying of moon's
tears? The weather had fizzled out during wild
winds and the summer was slowly starting a
whispering campaign against the clouds.
My enemy for sweet revenge will not
halt the attack.A bouncing vision will
start the fire engulfing the singing
trees of drenched art. The floods of intimatcies
were coming.
Satish Verma
Skyler, 25 april 2013
tides roll in through my brain
sane crashing films
foams of memories spill
out over under until
pulled back pushed and sinking
creaking gasping
sputtering waves flow deeper
soul screeching vibration
thunder bearing dreaming
floating below ships
downward spiral ascention
fluttering pouding rythyms
recieve suck and take it
push fight replay it
grasp tug breaking
pummling driving exhaling
open your eyes and drain it
leeking from your nose
washing past your lips
burning from insides out
sticky salt
drowning on breath
breathing out liquid
coughing up the thoughts
the panic and the need
lungs beat frantic
as the rest of life recedes
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 april 2013
All I talked about was you
The months before you were home
Not a call or a text, but on facebook
I find out your home like everyone else
She got the surprise
A hug she could not even give
I’d given you hugs and kisses
And said I’m so proud and cry
I know you never meant to hurt me
But that night I cried like a baby
A mother needs to know she’s loved
Just like a son needs to be proud of
I wanted to know when you’d be home
So I could arrange some time to spend
You could not give me that
Yet it was the night before you left
You still haven’t changed
Still avoiding situations
Like not knowing how to tell people
You just want to hang with friends
But I’m YOUR MOM dammit
I think I have the right
To see you more than once
The 2 weeks you’re home from Kuwait
Maybe I wasn’t a good mom
Is this really what you think
But you won’t tell me
Cause you’ll avoid that just the same
She texted me to let me know you’d be home
So I called and texted,
I’m home on facebook you said
Yet no reply I got
Your actions speak louder
Than the few words you say
I see where I stand
In your small world you stay
** I wrote this after my son in the Army come home the first time on leave...
Karen Degnan Foiles, 25 april 2013
Ah yes, the word frustration
It’s the maker of impatience
The words calm and collect
Have no relation
Just when you think all is right
You find yourself waiting for that moment
That check, that special person to arrive
Failure to deliver, trust taking a dive
When you count on something
And it does not happen
You get upset and uptight
You say never again
Then you do it all over again
Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 april 2013
I can say things I never thought
You bring out the best in me
I can feel things I’ve never felt
You bring out the best in me
I can see things more clearly now
No more stress, only calmness
I can laugh out loud and be a little goofy
And it’s nice to know you really “get” me
The comfort I feel is unmatched and surreal
I can be myself and not worry to conceal
I have someone I love and need
You’re in my thoughts and heart indeed
Even as we sleep I feel I must reach
To make sure you’re not a blissful dream
The love we make, the passion we feel
Is like no other I have felt that was real
Karen Degnan Foiles, 24 april 2013
What's done is done
You can't go back and change it
It's time to move on
You can't rearrange it
You've paid your price
And it's time to proceed
No matter what your vice
Unsteady as it seems
You'll rise above anything
You rebuild your self-esteem
You feel like you're grasping
At a big ball of string
One string at a time
One day at a time
You're growing into
A better person in time
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