Anthony DiMichele, 18 march 2013
when I came into my life
and became my significant other
I became a grave by-product
I love the way he tells me there
has got to be a system
to build a car out of data
choices will be modular options
with a whim of individualism
the great divide echos with
very little variation
in sarcasm
which takes enourmous amounts
of delusion
normalization
floundering mindscapes in an ocean
of insane insecurity
constant dissonance resonantes
hammering chords into random bonds
adapted to what is malleable
within a monoculture
I have no relative resources
to spare
I like reason I understand resistence
as well
there have been far too many linguistic
massacres
whole languages disappear without notice
*
before you leave I want to ask you
how you got here
priority mail?
that microcosm of a macroworld
of competition
that no way is anything other
than murderous which makes me
garnish my neighbor’s ruthless
barbeque
I make good money nominally
a narcissist can make a movie
out of it
that goes viral
in the impossible
*
your loneliness accuses me
of being someone I hate
who shamelessly steals my shoes
those identical twins day and night
but I am accountable
and talk then talk over
talk with more talk
which is absurd which I have already
heard
because it is part of all the talk
your loneliness I have heard is not
my business
but I have no business
but silence
which accuses me
*
your absence empties the task
at hand of significance
who needs you when I play hide and seek
with myself?
is that what you mean?
*
you are up now well after I woke
restlessly
in a seperate room I hear the bass notes
of wood against wood
and maybe something made of metal and glass
and I wonder if I should go for walk
to be gone for you
*
it is a fine late autumn afternoon
of cold sunshine in
March
fall spring
they miss each other
so much
they resemble each other
they just can’t let go
*
listen
just for another hour
like background noise
distant traffic
to a raven in fir tree
next to a cemetery
or cicadas after a hard rain
with 90 percent humidity
or wall paper from another century
the white noise in the dry yellow grass
listen to how tall it gets
tomorrow
*
the curtains are closed
holding back the light
when it wants in
the clocks haven’t quite digested
last night’s leftovers
or a forthnight’s overdraws
I suppose
*
when you are really happy I know I had no
real part in it
so I have nothing to fear
*
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 18 march 2013
I see you as not an asset to my life
Why will you not listen to a thing I say.
Because you want things your way?
I am not a mean person ;however you have become an ogre......
I will not live my life in a bubble for you are anyone else.
It makes me sick, as sick as you.
My freinds are scattered everywhere, I go to sights to vent by writing poetry, that you were never interested in-My ire and anger started to flow and now it is like a sleeping volcano
Why don't you just let me be.......Because you don't know who you really are.
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.
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