Gert Strydom, 2 april 2013
Although I do constantly
look similar in a mirror
the grey appears bit by bit
in the colour of my hair
and although my eyes burn blue
they cannot fight against
sagging and wrinkles.
Gert Strydom, 2 april 2013
(After S. J. Pretorius)
So little I do remember of you,
About how you did knot your blue tie,
how you walked to the shining black car
with school books in your hands
and somewhere your image disappears
but your voice still remains on tape reading poems
and causes the hairs on my arms to rise.
Somewhere in my existence
words suddenly became a reality
and if it was from heartache of loosing you
or if falling in love for the first time did play a role
I cannot remember clearly
but I do wonder how my words
would come across to you if you could hear them?
[Reference: “Pa” (Dad) by S. J. Pretorius.]
David Lacey, 2 april 2013
Unwrap the skin your living in
Examine the muscles and ligaments that turn in clockwork motions Within you
See the chaos breeding there
Inside the dream of playing chess
Just one more game
Just one more win
The king that i am finding
All crown within the dream of self
This skull is breathing Death
And i am smoking in his spine
All the world to now become
Celestial mansions in our wake
As shadows hold our step
Find me the love to forget
Find me the life to lead I'm breathing
Sick of deceiving myself and more the smiles that now surround me
All dark the night but bright the day is dawning
Let us sit until morning
And drink the dew alike nectar there
All dreams in carousels of musing
And tempests holding our tongues
Here we are forever young and dying
Living winter then the next
To spring and life all bringing love again and green
This vegetation flesh
This carousel of dreams.
Satish Verma, 1 april 2013
Stunning yourself,
after setting ablaze,
circumbulating the tied down god in center,
you start a death dance
for the wasted limbs. How far the
self-immolation was justified
for the young pond of hyacinths?
And as I moved away from this stupidity,
the rains arrived to fill the streams;
glaciers decided not to melt away.
Time stopped me in my tracks to hold
my pen firmly and open the craft page.
Here the street now burns to make
sufferings taller than rewards. You
lie still in the sea of blue pains, waiting
to set fire to strawberries.
Satish Verma
George Krokos, 1 april 2013
Without God as the centre of our lives we cannot possibly exist
it's a fact and truth of life from which we all should never desist.
Although the majority of people don't accept or realise this situation
because they've created and live in a false world of their imagination.
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George Krokos, 1 april 2013
"To be or not to be?" is not really the vital question in a person's life to ask
"Who am I?" is instead the one whose answer to find is our life's main task.
When the truth of the answer to that question is realised or becomes known
the transition from common manhood to Godhood in Reality one has grown.
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George Krokos, 1 april 2013
All life is an experience with questions and answers demanding to be heard
and all that people are really after is to seek, hear and follow the right word.
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George Krokos, 1 april 2013
When opportunity knocks and one takes advantage of whatever’s being offered there
it’s good to know before anything’s accepted all is satisfactory without a hidden snare.
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George Krokos, 1 april 2013
Aborigines and kangaroos
boomerangs and didjeridoos.
Leafy gum tree branch and koala bear
black stump in the middle of nowhere.
Jolly swagman camped by a billabong
in 'Waltzing Matilda' a favourite song.
The wild brumbies roaming free in the outback
a scruffy hobo living alone in a country shack.
Aboriginal myths called their dreamtime
the native Australians regard as sublime.
Ring-tailed possum and wombat
aussie bloke wearing akubra hat.
Alice Springs and Ayers Rock
outback stations and livestock.
Ned Kelly bushranger and his law brushes
the Eureka stockade during the gold rushes.
Laughing kookaburra and old man emu
platypus swimming in underwater view.
Banjo Patterson’s poem ‘The Man from Snowy River’
who went riding down mountain side without a quiver.
Surfers paradise and the Great Barrier reef
sixties rock ‘n roll legend: Johnny O’Keefe.
Anzac marches and the land of the Southern cross
old Cobb and Co stagecoach used to travel across.
Glorious summer sunshine and winter rains
severe country drought and the desert plains.
Eucalyptus scent and Tea-tree oil
good health remedies from the soil.
Fresh water yabbies and the witchety grub
all make good tucker in the bush or scrub.
Crocodiles in the Kakadu national park
Burrumundi and the great white shark.
Sydney harbour bridge and the Opera House
Daintree rain forest and the kangaroo mouse.
Sheep wool farming and old shearing sheds
Melbourne Cup horse race for thoroughbreds.
Riverboat cruising up and down the Murray
passing border country towns not in a hurry.
Cradle mountain and the Tasmanian Devil
saying ‘fair dinkum’ means it’s on the level.
AFL rules football and big crowds at the MCG
playing one day cricket there is exciting to see.
The Fitzroy Gardens and Captain Cook’s cottage
are there for all to see as symbols of our heritage.
The Twelve Apostles standing along a rugged stretch of coast
a Ninety-Mile beach is something about which we can also boast.
The Glass House mountains are a sight to see and even to climb
by those who consider themselves fit enough and in their prime.
The great Australian Bight and the road on the Nullarbor plain
is a great feat to drive across and be able to come back again.
The local native wild dog known by name as the dingo
has nothing to do with a game people play called bingo.
There’s also a game called two-up that some people play
by which they gamble most of their weeks wages away.
Luna Park in St.Kilda and the annual Royal Melbourne Show
are places where you can take the kids to have fun people know.
There’s the local pub where you can go and have a drink with your mates
and is what many do all day long having a few too many in all the States.
This great southern land of Australia has so much to see and to offer
it would be a bloody shame if one didn’t give a damn or was a scoffer.
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Blossom Sol, 1 april 2013
Lunch with the Sun
and dinner with the Moon
as we swoon
dance
enchant
each others dreams
together in our triangle vessel
through me their light beams
For we amalgamated the blasphemies
Just to say we are but one
They tell me not to worry about fellow men
but laugh to be forever young
In which I say my trust is in your bank
as you reside in my loins
for I feel high off your unlimited love
counting my blood vessels like gold and silver coins
and I look into your eyes
night and day
to tell you I love you
and i will always do your way
"My mind is your mind
my heart is your heart
my soul is your soul"
I am not going to stop
until we have succeeded in our goal
I will give you all of your love back
by becoming the best I can ever be
mentally
physically
spiritually
Adding another three to our three
And when I have reached
the highest possible potential I can
I will keep on going just for you
my beauty
Like it is written in the master plan
For I will forever thank you
and embrace you every day
To feel you with every second
like every heart beat was to pray.
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