Satish Verma, 7 february 2013
For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills
to see the other side of moon.
The precipice of hunger weighs heavily
on shoulders.
Capricious time moves inwardly,
Strikes at the chest.
I set free the love-birds.
Conflict of trees tramples the grass
All summer the smell of dry winds
was scorching tear drops.
Every word was crying.
Dark in my city
I am wandering alone in alleys
of hostile homes.
The collective guilt of the flesh
blazes the mind.
Satish Verma
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 6 february 2013
So, didn't you find love or salvation
In what they do
Heart is filled with Gold
Fairies they are, too
In the hands you hold
How long can we ignore
Build a little more
Pray a lot for what's in store
I cannot turn around
The angels see me, now
Goin' where I'm bound
Smiling at me somehow
The world has been found
Ref: Wake Owl
Mehraneh , 6 february 2013
Since the time I had begun,
My life was always dun.
It was somewhat spartan.
No one said, you are a little son
The one who needs more fun.
Then, when my father gone,
I didn't even see the sun.
I only had my wine tun.
I had to worked for a piece of bun.
Run an' run an' run
Anytime I felled in love with someone,
She said I'm not the one.
Love, something which I always foregone.
Nothing, is the only thing I won,
From all those things I've done.
Sometimes I put the bullet in the gun,
To be dead and gone,
But it's just a big con,
Playing with words or making pun,
I can't be such a moron.
Satish Verma, 6 february 2013
Cambium will cheat one day
the pace of climb,
snakes will dance
peeling off the skin –
the urgency of moon
to take away the body of victim
from sunscape.
You thrive on a window
switching off the sky.
A quaint reptile walks on the moon.
The medium sits on a black stone
and the mob
burns the house of a lord
Sarracenia, your lip is too large.
for a kiss of death. I am coming down the steps
to drink the acid
Satish Verma
baedigile maamogwa, 6 february 2013
So long searching for
you in the deep cold forest
for I already found you
in my heart next to He
ALMIGHTY SITS THE THRONE
I had cold nights
too dark I cried so dry
like a pig being slaughtered
like never before daddy please
do not leave, live!
don`t leave, live
Barefoot I walked
hot street sand of jouberton
saw how snakes are called
cold blooded killer
exposed to hatred
loved seemed bitter
daddy please come back
so my dreams could brighter
at the side of your grave
I left tears,love and the legacy you left for me
when we cried you free our heart
so I LONG FOR YOU
Esther Thornburg, 5 february 2013
Slowly comprehend the ways
Nature in its wisdom displays.
Nature honors the stillness of night.
It restores movement at the break of light.
There is purpose and place for all things made.
A masterful procedure of action is displayed.
For miles and miles the rivers run by.
For year after year they have not run dry.
Some rivers show their stuff.
They reclaim their deed from bluff to bluff.
All things remain within a boundary found.
All in their duties and purpose abound.
Life moves on from the ages old.
Who knows all the mysteries it holds?
When conditions are just right
The flowers bloom elegant and bright.
They provide the world with seed.
There are many living things to feed.
Kahlia Mazacalletti, 5 february 2013
Today is my wishing day; for all things to come to pass
For all man to be equal; for all man to be free
I wish for the beauty that others see
Wanting not only for you and I; but for all mankind.
It seems that the world has slid downhill
And now we are at an empasse; a great standstill
Why can't we just all get along
Must we fight each other; must we kill one another
It is so sad to see, the burying of children from gunbattle
The murder of our souls, the killing of our destiny's
Let us live in peace and harmony
Let us kill to be free.....
Geetima Baruah Sarma, 5 february 2013
A rivulet thronged,
Obeisance to the rising sun,
Celebrations…
Rituals performed at chill dawn.
Burst of crackers,
Twilight sky illuminated,
Earthen lamps lit,
Fragrance in the atmosphere.
The wait ended,
As the sun appeared on the horizon,
Knee-deep in water,
The devotees offered their oblation.
[Published in the e-journal 'Indian Review' on 2 January 2012]
Gert Strydom, 5 february 2013
Today I stood at my father’s grave
in the rain,
took a few photographs
and still it was difficult
and strange to say goodbye
and like always
I would have wanted it different.
From my childhood days
I cannot let animals
and people go
and the loss wrings through me.
He’s is already buried for forty three years
and still I miss him
and cannot get answers to reason why
destiny knocks some people down
and let other be.
Gert Strydom, 5 february 2013
Today I saw an old man
who is dear to me
and whose thoughts
age tried to wipe out
and he looked at me
trying to comprehend.
There was still
some intelligence in his eyes
and finally when he realized
who I am
his heart reached out
and his hand was still warm.
My heart could have broken
a thousand times
while I saw the damage
that Alzheimer’s had done,
but there was a smile
on his face
before we left
and his mind
wasn’t totally gone
and I saw the struggle in him
against forgetting
trying to reach beyond
what life would let him
and still trying
to be himself
and heard him pray
believing that God still helps.
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