Satish Verma, 14 march 2013
Alone to witness the crash I
invited the moon to walk with me
on the harsh terrain
of the agony of a poem,
I wanted to give it as a collateral
for a shadow,
who has moved away from me.
The moondrink I will need again
for no turning to flesh
in naked rain of words
which climb and fall on the wet mountain of
my belief: it was crumbling
before my own eyes. The forgetful
age trudges like a tired cow coming
back home in evening.
Satish Verma
Insatiable Sohail, 13 march 2013
O Creator !
Rain your mercy on us.
We are filled with coarse
And brutal instincts
Devoid of conscience.
We mask our expression with smile
And lack energy
To grasp the better fortune.
O Almighty !
Show a sudden smile of heaven
Pouring like bright sunshine
Into our obscure heart .
Illuminate the human beings
Showing higher truth.
We the human beings ,
Indulged in inscrutable machinations
Are wandering without guidance
Towards the untamed forest.
O Omniscient !
Only Reader of our heart
Show mercy on us.
Relieve our heart
From horrible ugliness and guilt.
Respond to the agony of our heart
We are the most miserable.
Free us from the germ of evil.
Showing the light of heaven
Make us hungry for truth.
O Higher, Purer and Softer !
Raise us from abyss of darkness
There is happiness to be enjoyed
And good to be done.
Balasubramanian, 13 march 2013
Hell out of Heaven
What happened to our pristine Mother Earth
What happened to her graceful Oceans
What happened to her mighty and lofty Mountains
What happened to her silky Rivers
What happened to her shining Sky
What happened to her ever pure Air
What happened to her enigmatic Seasons
What happened to her charismatic Climate
What happened to her kind Rainfall and beautiful snowfall
What happened to her colourful Rainbows
What happened to its countless Living Beings
Alas Man's Quest for Superiority has made Hell out of Heaven
Lets wipe our Mothers Tears, Lets supplicate for her healing,
Lets bring back her Cackle and transform it into her alluring Smile
Lets rediscover Heaven on Earth
Gert Strydom, 13 march 2013
I. Far too rapid (rondelet)
Far too rapid
the long hot summer days sweep past
Far too rapid
love turns to something insipid
and it’s as if spring cannot last
as life does end when days seems vast;
far too rapid...
II. There is a secret power (triolet)
There is a secret power
that pours down with the summer rain
and something special in every shower
There is a secret power
when flowers grow to loveliness in every bower
and with love their impressions do remain
There is a secret power
that pours down with the summer rain
III. Disablement
The garden is reflected in the bright window glass
while the summer rain is splashing down
and flowers swish to and thro, point upward
but they are gone in winter and in summer do reappear.
In this way you find a own kind of disablement
when it seems that a relationship only brings a kind of evil
as if love also at a time does reappear
as if it perishes in winter and in summer is bountiful again.
IV. While in seed hidden lies life’s awakening might (Rondel Prime)
When the irises flower purple, blue and white
early in the month of April
and they bloom lovely before the winter chill
then there is something special to each day and night
when the last heat is still in the sun’s light
before winter stretches out its hand over the dale and hill.
When the irises flower purple, blue and white
early in the month of April
then the early autumn is a colourful sight
as falling leaves does the countryside fill
before winter comes as it will
while in seed hidden lies life’s awakening might
when the irises flower purple, blue and white
early in the month of April
V. In winter
Stripped trees are each a mere skeleton
as if they are separated from each other
and starkly alone with branch
that reaches like fingers up to the heaven
while a strong wind devours the leaves,
lurching them away and spreading them everywhere
and still every tree remain near to each other
where you see them etched against the rising sun.
Sleep softly my darling
while the winter wind sings outside,
tries to come in like a wild animal,
as it rattles the windows of the entire house.
Lie cosily and in easy in our bed
while the rain sieves down
and the sun is stole
as if it’s lost for the whole of winter
and when the smell of new life
spreads softly through everything
and our hearts do jump with joy
under the anaesthetic of love
and I look to where your hair is spread out
like a dashing mane
with peace written over your entire face
[Remark: Please note that in the Northern and Southern hemispheres of earth the seasons are opposite from each other.]
Satish Verma, 13 march 2013
A solid belief of karmic influence becomes
fluidus
but life was questioning again.
You take to wars
with thousand of nukes:
still the daffodils were dancing.
Float me on the bodies of bullet ridden
moons and clouds:
the red river, spiteful, has changed the course.
Ah, the snaky hate
hisses with split tongue.
Mockery of towers plays again.
The dumb leather did not forget
the shape of the baby.
million needles were still crawling.
Thick boundaries were steaming hard.
All nipples, no furs to walk
on the flames.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 13 march 2013
Spectacular wonder, the view way out yonder,
from high on this mountain slope.
God's vast great creation brings glad adoration
to Jesus who offers us hope.
From just one small seed, a potential indeed,
once crushed, by mistake, underfoot.
I whispered a prayer and stepped over where
another small sapling took root.
And on that rock shelf I thought to myself,
"Oh, how can that seedling be grown,
up here where it toils in hard rocky soils,
in midst of more turmoils not known?"
Then over the years through blizzards and fears
rose doubts that had made me take pause,
"It sure hadn't thrived but had it survived?
Had it overcome nature's laws?"
Now several years later I found something greater
when I returned back to that tree.
I had to admire, it soared so much higher,
and grew so much taller than me.
It once had been crushed, but now I am hushed,
and humbled at what God had done.
One tiny example of something we trample
brings life from the tomb of His Son!
A long time ago under hail and snow,
despite its long discord and strife,
its tap root enlocked way down deep in a rock
that faithfully brought it to life!
Oh, why can't I be like that evergreen tree,
that grew up so high in the sky?
The greenest of green that I've ever seen,
oh tell me Lord, why cannot I?
Spectacular wonder, the view way out yonder,
from high on this mountain slope.
God's vast great creation brings glad adoration
to Jesus who offers me hope.
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Goldie Lopez, 12 march 2013
Food for thought...
~ We all inspire to know LOVE, understand LOVE, and give LOVE. But we won't fully receive it until we learn to love ourselves, by accepting our FLAWS, MISTAKES, and the VALLEY'S we find our selves in within the present. Only than we'll come to accept other peoples short comings.
It's easy to judge someone else, down them and tare them apart, rather than to help BUILD them, BELIEVE in them and tell them that their BEAUTIFUL... Once we fully open our hearts and forgive ourselves... than we can open that door to transform FEAR and NEGATIVITY into = LOVE!! ~
Written By,
Goldie D. Lopez
{ This was written for someone I held very close to my heart, but the way he saw life and the things within it wasn't of a clear mind. It was tainted and blurred, not seeing the truth within things, he would rather see it be good or bad in disillusionment. }
Goldie Lopez, 12 march 2013
Warm golden honey at rest
Lay upon my chest
Telling me what you think I want to hear
Giving me your best
But I have to say
I heard it all before
Your sweet talk can't give me
The freedom that I dream
Yes, my body
May crave your sweet wet kisses
There sensuous with delight
But when late night comes
You won’t be here to hold me tight
My breast craves your caress
A whimsical affect between the midnight hours lure
lovers in love, who want another night
Creepin through the window shines the lucent moonlit
But for this reason I feel nothing but sorrow
For you leave me alone and lonely
feeling my love you borrow
While you go back to your family
they don’t even know my name
Where you once crept in between my breast to slumber
Laying your hands where the light from the shadows dwell
around the curve’s of my seductive figure
And you ask me to move
the fleshy coat that is protecting
the one thing that shouldn't be broken... my heart!
Goldie D. Lopez
Esther Thornburg, 12 march 2013
When the old house is quiet, no sound heard,
The octogenarian fingers cross the keyboard.
Echo softly the sound of memories
There are many long-ago stories.
Open the old hymn book.
Within the back cover, take a look.
Grandma wrote the words of a song,
They often sang when days were long.
The words are held in memories stay.
Its message still holds true today.
Hymn books collected still guide our stay.
Its message still holds true today.
"How Good Is The God We Adore"
Previously written before the days of yours.
Many years later, a precious find, just look,
Music to the words Grandma wrote in the book.
Signed, EBENEZER,
From "the stone of help",
The story in I Samuel 7:12;
"The Lord has helped us".
Gert Strydom, 12 march 2013
I see a small shack
with pumpkins and rock
on the tinplate roof
to keep it in place.
There’s fog hanging over the marsh
and the croaking of frogs
comes forth like a choir.
I smell rain
that suddenly is falling on the outside
and the smell rises from the red brown dust,
and I see thunderbolts
drawing blue lines
and I am well sheltered
against wind and rain
and around me
the maize fields are green
and I have found my own little Eden.
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