louis gander, 18 march 2013
In despair,
we'll sometimes be.
At these times can we cope?
Yet always free,
if we can see
the One who offers hope.
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Insatiable Sohail, 18 march 2013
Anger !
Why do you always irritate us ?
Is there any benefit for you ?
Don't you think ?
We've to undergo
An instant catastrophic long journey of pain
As an aftermath for your irritating.
That presses extra pressure
To our already existing ones.
And that time a slip of wrongdoing
Can be the cause of sufferings forever.
Anger !
Don't laugh at us.
You are painful , unbearable
And you always take the weakness
Of our uncontrollable situations.
What is the benefit here ?
Anger !
Don't do this with us.
Think you can be an asset
If you behave friendly with us
At that very crucial moment
And elevates our level
Beyond worldy ones.
Anger !
Why don't you make friendship with us ?
Don't you want to see a peaceful world
Full of peace-loving people ?
Anger !
Come to an agreement
Make an eternal contract with Patience
That brings peace of mind.
Alicja Kuberska, 18 march 2013
I love stones.
their history, structure and language.
People think,
That stones are hard,
insensitive and introverted
I see in them
The molten passion of lava
And the whirls of fire.
You have to know
how to read them.
to see what was,
what is now and
what will be.
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
(after Philip Larkin)
Enthroned in their stone effigy
with dogs at their feet
hands clasped together forever
bounded by rock
their Latin names almost indistinct
and yet alone in their solitude
they watch each other
in a kind of sweet peace
as if having rest at last
and still they are dead
a long gone earl and his countess
of a different time and age.
The words almost undecipherable
but still having a own significance
of two people beloved, serene
looking at each other with sincerity
with him clasping his empty gauntlet
in his covered hand,
and his bare hand holding hers and just maybe
the epitaph should be:
love conquers all,
even death and war.
[Reference: An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin.]
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
(after Philip Larkin)
Enthroned in their stone effigy
with dogs at their feet
hands clasped together forever
bounded by rock
their Latin names almost indistinct
and yet alone in their solitude
they watch each other
in a kind of sweet peace
as if having rest at last
and still they are dead
a long gone earl and his countess
of a different time and age.
The words almost undecipherable
but still having a own significance
of two people beloved, serene
looking at each other with sincerity
with him clasping his empty gauntlet
in his covered hand,
and his bare hand holding hers and just maybe
the epitaph should be:
love conquers all,
even death and war.
[Reference: An Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin.]
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
Children carry cellular phones and pistols,
chop others dead with swords,
are bladed by barbarians,
kill people of a different colour
with axes and hammers.
Johnny and Sally grows up with
Thabo and Thandi
and are taught by the education system,
as are their parents,
and are indoctrinated
and have to believe:
that both heterosexual and bisexual
relationships are acceptable
that Chrisna, Allah, Buddha and God
is one and the same
and somewhere Jesus Christ
has disappeared with his crucifixion
between the lines.
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
Far too quickly life passes by,
while on this world am I
and to this very day I do not know
to what end time does constantly fly.
Gert Strydom, 18 march 2013
Far too quickly life passes by,
while on this world am I
and to this very day I do not know
to what end time does constantly fly.
George Krokos, 18 march 2013
There are so many people in this world who daily can’t get enough to eat
yet there are also many others having too much and still are not complete.
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George Krokos, 18 march 2013
All throughout the course of mankind’s history
there has been and always will be some mystery.
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