George Krokos, 26 february 2013
Something which is quite easily gained can just as easily be lost
but that which is painstakingly acquired is done so at great cost.
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George Krokos, 26 february 2013
It’s from an obscure background we mostly try to emerge
into that mainstream of life is the direction of our urge.
As we gain a little knowledge and skill in what we do best
we grow in confidence and learn to stand apart from the rest.
All life is such an uphill struggle against many an odd
and even after we make a mark our body claims the sod.
Yet life holds many mysteries in which itself is bound
being the main one all the rest revolve themselves around.
Whenever there’s a problem or one arises we need to surmount
the solution is that answer of which we all have to take account.
If we go about only creating more problems than we can solve
we get bogged down and from where we are it’s hard to evolve.
The struggle of life goes onward though and forward is its march
taking everything with it that we know to build a monumental arch.
And this is usually seen as a signpost if at the past we happen to look
recorded for posterity as a picture of a structure in our history book.
The future becomes the past and so the past can reveal the future
the present is the thread that binds them together as in a suture.
And time and space are the stage set of all three in the drama of existence
wherein everything that happens is for a purpose in spite of any resistance.
To live well and long is not really the true objective of life
neither is it to live in luxury nor to boast of a beautiful wife.
As death and the grave await everyone whether they’re great or small
we should try to go beyond them and the body which heeds their call.
When we experience death in our dreams we don’t really die
but only awaken from the nightmare we’ve had with a sigh.
The same thing happens in real life more or less when our time comes to leave
our soul rises freed from the body and its surroundings so we need not grieve.
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louis gander, 25 february 2013
Please tell me that it isn't so.
Please tell me that you needn't go.
I've been awake all day and night.
Please let me that you'll be alright.
But something reached down deep inside -
and seized my guts until I cried.
That 'something' pulled me in-side-out.
It hurt so bad, I had to shout!
Though we've shared words, this is the case -
that I've not seen your smiling face.
I haven't seen your flowing hair -
yet this is true: Please know I care.
My prayers for you are true, sincere.
"Please get well soon" cries every tear.
Though I've not seen your 'sunshine' eyes -
of this I'm sure, you're very wise.
Please know that this is not a game -
I only know your lovely name.
Your health is dire - and this I fear.
Yet not one little peep I hear.
Please tell me- tell me all is fine!
Where's the signal? Where's the sign?
That there's no news, has taken toll.
Stiff silence stabs my inner soul.
The clock keeps running- tock and tick.
Not knowing makes me really sick.
I wish I knew right where you were.
My tight embrace would surely cure.
Your favorite poem, I'd recite.
I'd sit beside you day and night.
But I don't have those super powers
to bring bouquet of fresh-cut flowers.
Yet my concern runs really deep
so I'm awake and cannot sleep.
Wait! Now again, my soul hums!!
Because your message finally comes :)
I'll be excited, so reassured -
when, at last, I hear you're cured.
Up and walking, quickly be -
smiling widely, you and me :)
~gander Copyright 2013
Anthony DiMichele, 25 february 2013
who is ever ready for the end?
the elusive obdurate oblivious ending
of anything but pain?
to change what is
to what was?
who is ever ready for love to end?
who is ever ready to say goodbye and mean it
forever?
who is ready even after love has died
to walk away?
who can kill all hope rather than hope
for one more day?
who can tell the last chance
from the last hope?
it is the speed that amazes some…
who is ever ready
for the end
once the end has finally
begun?
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Anthony DiMichele, 25 february 2013
I said to myself when i re~read what I wrote
its okay
to say what I said as I did
even if
even when
even though
the consequences
are great
after all
I am not
lying in wait
to trap love
like an unwary
animal in the wild
words are an empty cage
and when passion knows no bounds
its ecstacy
even alone
is sage
Anthony DiMichele, 25 february 2013
You are something else
puppet master without faith
in the puppets
where the police police the police
and the children are in charge of trouble making
while all of us are walking toward our corpses
it is only a matter of convenience
not to think so
butterfly dust
the rain is also nude
all points of view
face the same direction
the journey toward rebirth
makes me laugh
at trees without trees
in their leaves
I need someone to hold my feet
to keep my mind from leaking
one persona at a time
I am half in half out
of the driver’s seat
with a snake
in a suitcase of smiles
Anthony DiMichele, 25 february 2013
the ring is old gold
in my dream I wrapped it in a dream~cloth
a tissue almost transparent made of veins and words
I polished it to the sound of an old oud
and my heart sang as I prepared it
for your finger
with a vow I had never heard
or spoken before flying from my lips
I saw a goldfinch disappear into a sunset
but my feet recognized it
and my heels stamped the earth
in a rhythmic dance
until
the dust flew up
in a circle
around my ankles
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cauchy3, 25 february 2013
Manner..
Awe-inspiring airs in stately ways still require the help of silver tongues. Some china orator works for charms offense are evil minds or evil powers. Some orators address the fake syllogism. They evil hyper bipolar bad for characters are RAREE shows. Jobs in steps with logic horns so they prefer the soft and hard despotic ways are them. Jobs in step are evil illicit thinking for benefits come by forces. Hearts as poison snakes are china tyrants that we must force them to drink REALGAR liquors. REALGAR liquors are bad to snakes. China tyrants’ powers plays are laws that fair as cruel wars.
Theorem down as human natures centered on democracy also with better choose of china chief leaders such by common polls. Taiwan did have common polls for president-ships. Object things to study must be human morals such there are traditions come with habitual thinking. World will influence just by famous big and right apples. On other ways loves that not as interference are good for many each.
So compatible proofs are peoples’ democracies well and good are soft administrations. Self reliance do with mutual put respects. Laws re-emerged in life and there must be facts to carry. Gold or silver all are mercantilism coming. Trades balances all are must. Opportune costs to buy a stuff can choose by cost of other stuffs.. Object trades are special comparable choose.
Books and account that picked must have credits and debited balance. Finally world of financial balance should not be come and done with no people freedoms also so important must be democracies. There to people, for peoples and with peoples!.
Wealth is good but freedoms are ways. -------------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
Gert Strydom, 25 february 2013
[after N.P. Van Wyk Louw]
On the white beach I pick up a kite
where yellow-gold it trembles in the wind
and I brush the sand off and it wants to gallop,
jerks into the sky while I am standing still
and it flies as only a kite can
while the line in my fingers are spanning
as it climbs still higher against a storm wind
while specks of sand blow against me, are blinding me.
It raises quickly, almost flies heaven high
where suddenly it flutters, hangs streaming,
as if it already are catching the radial winds,
are out of my sight
when it jerks loose and unfolds the stars,
are flying a path right through the universe
[Reference: Die beiteltjie (The chisel) by N.P. van Wyk Louw.]
Gert Strydom, 25 february 2013
A seagull swerves over the bay
where it flies slanted against the wind
and turns again away to the sea,
it screeches and around my feet
water flows continually in and out,
waves do slam over the big rocks
and fine spray is tossed high into the air
while I walk alone and smell the sea
and here and there find some more people;
the waves sudden carry me along
as if there is a kind of living thing to them
and all along the beach you are missing
as if you are gone to another place
and out of the water you walk gloriously beautiful.
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