Kahlia Mazacalletti, 23 february 2013
Like a day without thunder; you have made me fall silent
At times, I want to know just how much power you have
Enough to run the country, perhaps
It is always on my mind to just relax, But I cannot do that when you are around
I feel like a Mexican Jumping bean; only in a different place
You call me on the phone and my heart starts to race, knowing I have to talk to you "nicely"
How long can I continue his charade
Will the game ever end or will it continue ; with you always winning
I am so tired of being the loser
So, I have decided to play a different game
One called Twister; where we shake things up a bit
You said you don't want to do that
I can understand why; you have to relocate yourself in a different sort of way...
So, now I am playing all by myself and It is so much fun.........
louis gander, 23 february 2013
I think about her every day
and also all today.
If I could say some words to her,
well this is what I'd say:
If we should meet, our hearts would beat
together right in time -
as music notes our thoughts would float
in harmonizing rhyme.
We would not fear for truth is here.
Our minds will not be crushed.
The air above holds perfect love
and it will not be hushed.
Some day we'll see that patiently
our worlds will become one.
That day the birds will sing these words -
"Their lives have just begun."
I think about her every day
and also all today.
If I could say some words to her,
well that is what I'd say...
~gander Copyright 2013
Satish Verma, 23 february 2013
Can you come outside of you?
The dream inside a dream
of the show. It must go on.
For prudence of plucking
from singularity of indifference,
of mooning.
Once upon a moon in timeless moon
a green snake entered the moon
existing in a personal poison.
The pink, the yellow, the mauve
lilies, in a circle
going anti-clockwise
to dig out a black panther
in grass.
Of conjugal loyalty
in a fresco, when
color will not penetrate
the wall;
that wall –
remained dirty!
Satish Verma
maryam muhammad, 22 february 2013
She sat back and thought about the things she went through,
All the while time has already flown by,
Unsure about the next move she tried her hardest to keep it going,
Crying helps only for that moment she is emotionally on her own,
Her friends help when she’s on the Verge of drowning,
She gets up in the morning thinking of a different move so that she wouldn't get the same results that kept her in this circle,
She works hard at finding a life of responsibility only to gain nothing,
You’re smart with a lot of potential her mother told her,
“Never doubt that you will succeed just be grateful and you'll get there;” was on a birthday card that she received,
Scared of what’s next she’s ready for the war, war of love, war of success, and the war of emotional freedom,
Not that she has any choice but to be. She moving gradually and changing slowly but surely
louis gander, 22 february 2013
The stars come out to welcome me. The sun had set so fast.
I need to live a simple life, forgetting evil's past.
Here, I'm at peace with all my friends - at this, my Alma mater.
A seagull swoops so ever low as wingtip kisses water.
Now true friends have a way of understanding every word -
though swaying branches speak to me in language never heard.
But I can understand them all, for I've been here before.
So lonely are the busy ones who only hear the shore.
The moon looks down with saddened frown. I sense it's message there,
"We love it when you visit us. We really, truly care."
But even so, I soon must go. Much stronger, blows a breeze.
It's whisper lingers, "Do not go. Stay longer, if you please."
Each time I leave I don't forget their many loving ways.
They're etched into my mem'ry like- the sunset's brilliant rays -
that shower down around me as a rainbow's vivid hues
and light up like a halo to enhance all nature's views.
Between my obligations, torn - decisions I regret -
then say, the leaves up in the trees, "Please do not leave us yet."
And say, the little waves on shore (as they splash near my feet),
"To have you here- to talk to is- a real cheerful treat."
So I respond in loving kind, "God made you so divine!
You'll always be my sincere friends. The pleasure is all mine!
"I so enjoy our favorite talks and I, great wonders, see.
So rich, our time together is. I love your company."
Reflecting off the water's waves, the lights from distant shore -
still seem to make me want to stay and talk a little more.
Yet like the sun, I now must run. The sky is turning black.
They may not know I love them so, but I'll be coming back.
Just one more time, I soak it in. God always makes it right.
"I'll miss you all, my dearest friends- and bid you all Good night!"
I turn to take a final glance before I walk away.
I hesitate, a tear slips down. There'll be another day.
©2013 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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OCW, 22 february 2013
Yesterday the Sun told me
over the moon and stars "you are lucky"
utmost feeling your kiss my bliss
rising beam against the snow we won't miss
end is nowhere near the sunny us
make these words count next to the darkened times
you smile for me to write searching the perfect chimes
See and tell why am I so lucky
prior to you I was lost in lonely
reach your infinite Springy shores
in your heart I care and lie
need the two little gems shining by
gleam both chocolate and rye!
OCW
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Gert Strydom, 22 february 2013
When your eyes did suddenly leave mine,
when no more I could find the sunshine look in them;
I had to know that you
wanted to bond to another man, to another lover
and I did escape to another world,
back to my sunny Pretoria.
Gert Strydom, 22 february 2013
Now that the autumn sun
pushes out its first fingers,
and the leaves of my life
are falling colourful,
while the winter wind
rustles somewhat cold through them
and I am of the opinion
that the spring and summer between us
eternally is in the past,
you do bring to my life
again new meaning.
Gert Strydom, 22 february 2013
If everything that I do dream
blows away to be nothing
then life devours me
and against destiny I am half-blinded;
in my body, soul and spirit a man
but in my heart I stay a child
that still does hope and trust on Your salvation
while I do try to keep myself on the right way.
Satish Verma, 22 february 2013
One fringe of image
disconnected, a knife within,
in a trench
battle still continues between you
and yourself
for ending of animal. Did it bleed?
Home was still faraway
a secured period.
Bouncing euphoria.
blunted and bailed out
paper thin memory
of broken mirror.
O Unseen,
take a bow,
lightning for a requiem
in sky, was embossed!
Satish Verma
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