Karen Degnan Foiles, 19 february 2013
Another chapter ending and another to start
Another heart descending, another heart departs
My life is an open book, for all to see
As I write these painful memories, and my wonderful journey
Excited about the future and frightened by it too
Each day grows closer to my new history
I take a step towards the bright mystery
Discoveries to be sought and lessons learned
Who know what they will be
For only god does know that for sure
Karen Degnan Foiles, 19 february 2013
I want to know someone’s there
To hold me when I laugh
And when I cry when I’m sad
When I’m at my best, in all my glory
And at my worst, yet you’ll stand by me
Not judge, nor guilt me into shame
I want someone to love me
Be my cheerleader in life
To sing my loving praise
And I want inspire him to be
The champion of my heart
Whose dreams will never be out of reach
I want to lock eyes
From across a crowded room
And only see you and feel our passion
Begin to rise
I want to feel alive
Karen Degnan Foiles, 19 february 2013
Never thought I'd be sending you clothes today
Today of all days
A day to celebrate but instead
I picked out your favorite threads
And shipped our hopes a dreams away
To made sure you'd warm while away
I'm a little numb and going thru the motions
Throughout these complications
Still can’t believe our marriage is but a memory
On our anniversary
Gert Strydom, 19 february 2013
In the yellow-brown grass
a herd of buffalo are penetrated
when female lions pounce onto a big bull,
catch the herd offside and surprises them
the herd immediately changes their pace,
as they gather with horns in a circle.
In the yellow-brown grass
a herd of buffalo are penetrated,
the wounded buffalo is full of pain
while the other buffalo protect their calves
and the lions are caught in horns
that hit them merciless.
Gert Strydom, 19 february 2013
When the eland gives its last convulsions
the male lion rushes on to it
and growling chases the females away,
as it grabs the carcass and drags it along
and the females and pubs lie docile
when he feeds on the carcass.
When the eland gives its last convulsions
the male lion rushes on to it
and there are hunting dogs barking with hunger
drawing some snarls and roars from the females,
while some hyenas make cunning plans,
and without being bothered the male lion eats curtly.
Gert Strydom, 19 february 2013
(after Ted Hughes)
Resting on a very high cliff ledge
my instincts are very sharp, at an edge,
while below me the world lies open-end,
as prey is caught by my telescopic glance
even if they hob, skip and away dance;
suddenly both my wings does straining bend,
of killing I have the greatest knowledge.
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 19 february 2013
O mother, let me acknowledge
your selfless toil and pristine love
that you've always showered on me
and guided me to the right path in life.
Even today, when I'm beside you,
your face beams with sheer delight
and your tender heart can understand
all my emotions even though it's a trace.
Sacrifice, patience, trust...
ever shine through your actions,
wisdom, affection, inspiration...
ever reflect in your words.
You led me by example and
instilled courage to face challenges,
your vision - noble and lofty,
Oh! I simply admire your simplicity.
Inculcating values and self-reliance,
you taught me how to be independent,
I'm always proud of you, dear mother,
O God, take care of her forever.
[Published in 'Your Space' of the e-journal 'Muse India' on 2 February 2012]
Satish Verma, 19 february 2013
Take me, share me if you can
my heart goes to my sun,
my feet will go to my moon.
O, little home
my dream was bigger than you
in the melody of sorrow.
Will I walk again on the
wrinkled sands? what can you
visualize, which I have never seen?
Praying in the scoop
of fingers I feel, gold nuggets
in the throes of doubts –
neatly dug out from the frozen
past, birds, smelling sex, souls
suspended in air.
Was it beginning of hate,
on the yellow mountains
where I am climbing with wooden legs?
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 18 february 2013
That there is something dark in everything
and God does not exist,
that love is doomed
even before it’s beginning
and that morality depicts enslavement
are believed and lived by people
that seizes power
to force themselves on everyone else
and in such a way create their values.
I am no follower ofNietzsche
and to me he is fundamentally wrong,
as in every thing around me
I see the creator’s hand,
I see set laws,
and how good people make sacrifices
and it’s almost if I
can touch God Himself.
Gert Strydom, 18 february 2013
There is a winged arrow flying up
which is buzzing from my bow
while my eye is set to a higher place,
far past the stars.
When it rushes through space
and continuously flies up,
let it then take my message
cutting space apart,
going right through the big universe
to where the creator is
and when I stand on my knees
let His answers already wait on me,
let brave angels surround me
and let I see His hand in my life.
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