Gert Strydom, 8 april 2013
My bedroom’s window is an awesome thing
wherein birds are reflected, as they sing
sometimes pecking or knocking on it
drawing them to land, to start their whistling,
and I have a lovely kind of view
of hollyhocks covered with dew,
growing over a fallen tree, with ferns
and bright geraniums looking crisp and new,
although I am alone, are on my own
I do see at times that the birds have flown,
I know that nature’s beauty affects me,
see the leaves in autumn falling down
and nature speaks right into my heart,
whether being together or apart.
Gert Strydom, 8 april 2013
When summer lingers in the last hot days before autumn
every dove, sparrow and weaver gambols
but already the end of the hot season has been set
and there are far horizons becoming the swallows.
Sometimes love is a strange kind of thing
and I wonder why I do constantly get hurt
when with words that do cherish I do attract lightning bolts
and in the twinkling of an eye a whole lifetime passes.
I am stripped in this coming winter season
as if there will never again be a spring and a summer
as if nothing that comes ever again can make an impact,
when already I read the signs of decay,
but still the summer sun lingers in my days of old age
with promises of the golden days that will come again.
Satish Verma, 8 april 2013
Exacerbating,
falling in dust,
searching the dead truths
on pills of abandoned bodies of lies.
The dawn brings out
the trapped victims of transmigration
from capricum to capricon.
Then they commit a mass suicide
around hymns to seduce the
god with thousand smiles.
A flock of memories lands on the grey
body of moon for the last rites.
One by one they walk away,
the ironic actors of secular wake,
asking for forgiveness from abyss,
gazing at the eclipsed sun for the last time.
Satish Verma
Milena Sušnik Falle, 7 april 2013
Na pomlad
čakam,
da pride mimo
izza potopljenih let,
nekdo, ki več ga ni;
na praznik
brstečih tulipanov,
ko v duši otipam
zavetje tistih čutnih rok,
žarečih v mehkobi dotika,
nepreklicno samo mojih;
nedeljiv simbol sreče,
kot v venček povezana
bela omela,
viseča na vratih
vsakoletnega
božičnega večera.
Čakam – skrivoma,
da pride mimo
nekdo, ki več ga ni,
z mehkimi stopinjami
po stezi znani,
kot da se bojim,
da prazen dan
ne bi zaslužil
polnega jutra;
v pričakovanju
sem kot deroča reka,
ki človeka nosi,
spodkopava tla,
neizprosno pogubljivo,
sončnost pomladne slike
slikovitih iluzij,
upanje dohiteva.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
pesniška zbirka Tempus fugit – Čas beži
Karen Degnan Foiles, 7 april 2013
Everyday we get up
And feel stronger everyday
Everyday we get up
Glad to see another day
Some battles we have fought
Just to stay alive
Some battles we have fought
Just to see another day
Some battles we win
Some battles we lose
For reasons unknown
For reasons we choose
We all have our battles
That we must fight
Some harder than others
Some you take in stride
When your heart is full of love
You have the courage to fight
When your heart is full of love
You have everything to fight
Karen Degnan Foiles, 7 april 2013
They lived in a castle
Surrounded by a sea
And a forest of beautiful trees
Everything’s perfect
Everything is grand
The love of her life is holding her hand
Someone she loved was not who she thought
And shattered her dreams, she felt all was lost
She can’t have the life that she once knew
But instead have something that is so untrue
Does she dwell on the past or
What should have been
Does she accept the pain and
Move on thick-skinned
She knows what she wants
But was told not to feel
She looks back and sees
Only a fractured fairytale
Naykd Poet, 7 april 2013
the winds of change,
to wit some lay claim
bring for some, providence to fame
to others, a wrath to disdane
regardless, it does remain,
the human spirit can sustain
challenge; by the winds of change.
Naykd Poet, 7 april 2013
the only living desire
is, by words, to inspire
for this, I am no lier
for never, do I tire
to light the mental fire
to conjure before I retire
images to take my reader higher
inorder we may mutually conspire
to share, as moments transpire
Naykd Poet, 7 april 2013
this day denotes the chance to fool
to cause suffering by mental duel
some think it unecessarily cruel
well others laugh as they drool
from whence this act did unspool
a date in history not taught in school
but ideal place to play out it’s rule
so heed this before ending it the mule
Naykd Poet, 7 april 2013
You were once the source of my dreams
The one for whom my love screamed
That short romantic time we did share
When together, nothing else seemed to care
A forgotten picture of you while asleep
Painful reminder to love that ran deep
Renewed thoughts of what you meant to me
That until now was becoming a fading memory
Putting away that faded photograph
I’m not sure whether to cry or laugh
It’s not likely we will ever again meet
Unless by chance, on fortune’s street
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