louis gander, 3 march 2013
Oh, I remember back, when young -
the pirate tales from grandpa's tongue -
where peg-legged men with but one eye
had sought their treasures, chanced to die.
Now Captain Pirate had a hook
and he cared not from whom he took.
He boarded ships and stole their goods -
then hid his treasures in the woods.
And on the ship - he had some men -
who helped him rob now and again.
At times they partied and they drank. -
If one was rude, he'd walk the plank.
Now this old pirate wasn't fair -
and got so drunk he didn't care.
It didn't matter who he killed -
just so his humor was fulfilled.
A wee bit close, I happened near -
lost both my boots and lost my gear.
They tied me up that very night -
my wrists had hurt, the rope was tight.
Then one pulled quick, his shiny sword -
and threw me on that weathered board.
The ocean deep, the water black,
I felt his sword pressed to my back.
So I stepped out - again, again,
with nudges felt from earthly sin.
The steps I took were very short
but that old plank gave me support.
I thought quite quick but took some pause -
reflecting on life's silly laws.
So blinded by life's codes and rules,
I had nothing - them, the jewels.
Hoping here on earth I'd stay,
I stepped through life from day to day.
And this I knew, could not pretend -
this plank was short. There was an end.
My weight pushed low the outer ledge.
My toes could feel the very edge.
No turning back, what's done is done -
no place to turn - no place to run.
Our bodies end with earthly goals
as all life ends, but not our souls.
Emotions quake, as body shakes,
but after death, the soul awakes.
Oh, they held truth (though they got old)
those pirate tales that grandpa told,
but futile is a life that's wed -
with both the soul and body dead.
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Crystal Michalski, 2 march 2013
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am the creatures that creep the night. I step out into the sun and die. The moon rises and I am alive. This is the way of my life. I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am the one thing that you should fear. I fall and crash to the ground. This is the way of my life. I live with the moon and die with sun. What is this feeling inside? It is for you, that I know. Why oh why is this the way of my life? I live with the moon and die with the sun. I sigh as I die. I breathe as I am alive again. This is the way of my life. I live with the moon and die with the sun. You are my moon and I am yours. We rise together and die together. This is the way of our life. I live with the moon and die with the sun. You shall die with a burning vengeance thats cold as ice. This is the way of my life. I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am immortal but, how can I die? Forever and ever this will be the way of my life.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 2 march 2013
I am so glad I am getting to know you, even though we're miles apart
It is one of those things that happen once in a lifetime
You find your soul mate; but things keep getting in the way
I can smell your scent, breathe your air and touch you're face and you are not even here.
Friends have a way of doing that, true emotion, true joy and true feelings
But yet my feelings for your grow; I hope you don't mind
It is one of those things that happen, I didn't mean for it to, you just touched my heart.
And I don't know why-MYSTERY
Perhaps or just is meant to be, destiny or fate, we will see
I am doing my best to keep it on your level.........
But my elevator is going to the penthouse floor.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2013
Standing on a beam,
shrine:
holding a black dawn,
my phoenix roving on dark river.
The bell still clangs;
I hear the footsteps.
A weird thought
spreads out on peripherals,
makes holes,
the undone communiqué
of a war
between knuckles;
the blind eyes
lift the fallen globe
of light.
I move from tree to tree.
Who was left unburned?
The sky was overcast.
Satish Verma
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 1 march 2013
Life becomes tedious
By workload and stress,
A daily routine trails
If nothing found fresh.
A reunion of course
May change the way,
As har ek friend
Jaroori hota hain!
Families introduced,
Extends friendship,
Experiences shared,
Association grows deep.
It’s been a long time
Since we all met,
A get-together once more,
Come, let’s celebrate.
[Published in the website of Assam Engineering College 1984-89 Batch on 9 March 2012, on the occasion of their Second Get-together]
Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013
In the sheer darkness, of a moonless night
in each other, we blended did not bother
to switch on, to find any source of light
our sighs, our moans we did not smother
all of our thoughts, our deeds were focused on delight.
Our love, our existence had a kind of blurring design
as if every strive, all the things that we held to life
in as single moment, we could find and refine
as if every passion, every kind of drive
were no longer separate, no longer only yours and mine.
We were living out, our endless dreams
love we did portray, in everything we did say
life was somehow not, as it usually seems
while we did kiss, romance and play
with our fantasies, moans and happy screams
while we searched, yearned for quick release
in a sheer moment, acted and did pretend
were searching happiness, some kind of peace
a kind of tranquility, serenity without an end
as if caught in each other, everything else did cease.
Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013
At home you are already asleep,
are curled onto your side,
with your hair spread out like a sheaf
and outside the branches flutter in the breeze
while the odours of rosemary, lavender and gardenia
softly penetrates the room
and when I get into bed to find my resting place
you look for lingering moments at me
with eyes that gleam like those of a cat
and you claim a song
that tells about my love and longing
and bodily urges awake between us.
Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013
At ten o’clock some rain pours down,
outside the sea lies angry and grey
while larger and larger waves
continually crash onto the beach.
Below the tarmac glistens,
the car-guards are wet to the skin
while it looks as if a river is flowing along the road
and in the distance fog clouds blotch out the sun up to the horizon
while some brave men surf
where in the stormy weather they find gigantic waves
and when later I do awake you,
you glance with big eyes,
draw me down to your hot body
and further I cannot write about our escapades.
Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013
Late at night while darkness was everywhere
the horn of a ship bellowed far away
in a sad sound that hanged on the waves
and now in the early morning we walk
totally alone on Clifton’s beach,
find here and there beautiful shells,
see waves curl and break,
hear some seagulls screeching
while water splashes foaming over our feet
where like children we draw our names in hearts
on the wet sand and we notice
the ocean were it stretches into endlessness,
when the streaming water
washes away every sign of our presence,
as we splash and go laughing, teasing much deeper
and under the hot sun that hangs on a cobalt sky
we are lingering for long moments,
are caught in our own world
and I wonder how to make this moment last forever
as it’s almost matchless
when our lips do find each others
and you embrace me with your hair
blown wildly by the wind,
while the sun blinds us.
Gert Strydom, 1 march 2013
Late at night while darkness was everywhere
the horn of a ship bellowed far away
in a sad sound that hanged on the waves
and now in the early morning we walk
totally alone on Clifton’s beach,
find here and there beautiful shells,
see waves curl and break,
hear some seagulls screeching
while water splashes foaming over our feet
where like children we draw our names in hearts
on the wet sand and we notice
the ocean were it stretches into endlessness,
when the streaming water
washes away every sign of our presence,
as we splash and go laughing, teasing much deeper
and under the hot sun that hangs on a cobalt sky
we are lingering for long moments,
are caught in our own world
and I wonder how to make this moment last forever
as it’s almost matchless
when our lips do find each others
and you embrace me with your hair
blown wildly by the wind,
while the sun blinds us.
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