oluwatosin olabode, 24 april 2013
Give me the chance to love again
I promise to be a better man
I’ll give you all the love you’re worth
Please don’t give up on me
I won’t be a waste
I love you eternally, plus a day
Give me a chance to start again
I don’t want to feel I’m losing touch,
Think I’m doing it right,
When that, for a fact, is only true in my thought
And not actions…
I’m a better man now
I will love you better
Thanks for given me a second chance at being a better lover
I’ve known now, what is important
I promise to put God and Family first…,
…To put you first
Thanks for the opportunity to see all this,
What’s most important!
I love you
From this point
I’ll be the man I’ve never being.
The one that has put you first,
In actions and doing
Cuz, that’s what’s important…
I LOVE U
Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013
Remind me about how it once was
when we were newly in love,
about how neatly our lives fitted into each other’s
before the time when the hurting did begin.
Tell me about all the old stories and tales
that with time still does linger with me,
about fairies, dwarfs and angels
and a God that endlessly does love,
about dreams of travelling to distant countries
and some things you can even fabricate
before everything that is precious
is lost with the approach of time
and sometimes in this old world I feel as if I am lost
when my heart is constantly full of pain.
Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013
(after Eleanor Farjeon)
When that first morning was breaking on earth
sunshine fell on the man and his sweet wife,
in their first awakening there was birth,
to the gentle great happiness of life
while animals paraded in splendour
at the start of the first day of labour.
Around them sparkled drops of the dew fall
while birds and butterflies were fluttering,
the very first opening rose did them enthral
and every thing living were gathering
while their lives were in sheer completeness,
at each other they smiled in great sweetness.
On Eden’s first sunny lovely summer day
the man and his wife were elated in God,
both of the humans did frolic and play
while over the soft earth they did both trod
while they found the greatest joy everywhere
with their attention leaping here and there.
[Reference: “Morning has broken” by Eleanor Farjeon.]
Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013
Just like Adam and Eve
we both stand in amazement
while you are noting the small treasures
of everything that we find;
there are insects jumping here and there
and everything has got a own story and a purpose
even the screaming crickets and the birds that are singing
and it’s as if we feel like Adam and Eve
where you swim naked in the cold pool
while the river washes against my feet.
Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013
In some of the passing days
we were both busy in the garden,
which seemed like a kind ofEden
and there was something in your cheerful gaze
a kind of wonder as if by Godly graze
for a time we were separate from al other men
was save against every kind of omen,
but with thunder and rain nature had its ways
which made the flowers constantly bloom.
Gert Strydom, 24 april 2013
In the distant past the waters did spread
and the raw earth came forth
and for some time everything on this world was free,
after the Spirit of the Lord hovered, gave life to everything,
covered the earth with grasses, seeds and each flower.
In the distant past the waters did spread
and a friend and acquaintance of man He was
when man was astounded by all of the marvels
and for some time everything on this world was free.
Tired Adam went to sleep on the soft grass
and wondered if there was a better half for him?
In the distant past the waters did spread
but the evil dragon envied man,
did disguised himself as a talking snake
and for some time everything on this world was free,
but the words of the snake stayed with the woman
and her choice led to old age and death.
In the distant past the waters did spread
and for some time everything on this world was free.
Satish Verma, 24 april 2013
A brush with pain of chest
starts recalibrating the fog of eyes.
World has come a long way
from a child's brain to prepare
an indigenous bomb
for a roaring ascent.
Where my son, you want to go
in trees of words? The temperatures
are rising to widen the scope
of violence. Every one was
claming to be a terrorist
for bringing the peace on earth.
let the party begin.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 23 april 2013
When the sun sets glowing over the western horizon
and the night stretches out her long fingers
then the evening star is already glistening
while the night draws shadows in the late afternoon
and the golden full moon hangs high in the sky
when the ibises do screeching fly to their nests
and many birds can be seen in their flight
while I do wonder about my own conceit,
wonder about where I do fit into this picture
and I am amazed by the red beauty
and then the evening air is already cool,
when I take my darling’s hand in mine
when tranquillity comes over the earth
and it’s as if I can feel the presence of God.
Gert Strydom, 23 april 2013
In this bright hot summer
with its clear blue sky
where the sun shines like an eye
that is full of glory
I want to pray to You
who brings all things to maturity,
who makes the plants flower,
who brings trees to their fruit
and with each hot ray
that continually falls upon me
it’s as if Your love
endlessly circle out wider and wider to me
and when the first leaves fall
it’s as if your Spirit also does observe the colours,
as if You have got even the paltriest things
in your omnipotent hands.
Satish Verma, 23 april 2013
Moon-scented I walk in dark
to put me back in place,
unwithered,
opening the inner casket for a glow.
Pleading not guilty
after killings in bed, of affectionate
kill of lies, a black widow
romps around with a flag of morality.
Was it a systemic swallowing
of a bait put up by a shipwreck?
The bodies were flowing in a row
in caldron of acrimony.
Satish Verma
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