Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
-NOTICE: DO NOT COMMIT SUICIDE! ! ! -
You dream of the blood that rips down your arm,
As much as you hate it,
It makes your heart warm.
You cry the tears you didn't know you had,
And your heart still isn't iron-clad.
Why you live,
You don't even know.
You're turning as pale as the winter snow.
Death likes to taunt you as you cry,
Why don't you sing a lullaby?
Fall asleep, little Angel of Death,
Before you have one last breath.
Don't keep up the act you always have.
Just close your eyes and feel the pain.
It might be the only thing that keeps you sane.
Bye, bye, little Angel of Death.
Close your eyes ans snap your neck.
Heaven will never be close to you,
Hell is the place you're driving to.
Melanie Gardiner, 18 december 2012
There aren't enough words to describe how I feel,
The way I love you could melt the strongest steel.
I've felt pain, sorrow, and fear,
Yet you're the only one whose heart I hold dear.
My world is so small,
and yet you grow tall.
In my dreams,
You'll always be,
Some sort of perfect catastrophe.
Love me forever,
And I'll do the same.
For my heart you could sever,
But I'll be to blame.
I'll be with you,
Wherever you are.
Even if you begin to rue,
My heart will turn to tar.
Remember my name,
Dream of me.
You keep me sane,
My perfect catastrophe.
Satish Verma, 18 december 2012
Living against the food amnesia
gold bricks call for austerity
in passage of the hunger.
Canons hanging in their necks
it was the silence of death.
Whispers were floating in night.
The bodies will free us from
gold cure, tasting the forbidden salt
of stale lead of spices.
We will forget the color of lips
when you cry. Time falls
like a dead sparrow on faithless head.
When you hold a hollyhock
I look at the crescent moon
who was taking a shower after disrobing.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 18 december 2012
You walk where the grass
rustle golden-brown in the wind,
and sometimes you take a shortcut through the cornfield,
sometimes it’s at the marsh where I find you,
where you smile shyly.
Gert Strydom, 18 december 2012
Early in the morning the sun gleams white and hot,
in the veldt full of cosmos you turn around and around
and I pick white and pink flowers.
You stand astounded with arms full
while I press some more into your hands
and when they wilt you are extremely happy
and your laughter resounds on the wind
while I try to find some more flowers
and like this we walk up to dusk.
Gert Strydom, 17 december 2012
(after Dante Gabriel Rossetti)
It is very dark in this starry night,
while your shadow creeps through the creaking door,
to me you are not a surprising sight,
both of us have been here sometime before,
that moment I do not anymore know,
now it is happing to us both again,
your eyes are familiar in their kind glow,
your essence smells fresh like falling rain
while next to me, as company you remain.
[Reference: “Sudden light” by Dante Gabriel Rossetti.]
Gert Strydom, 17 december 2012
Let my feelings be for the sake of love,
let nothing else my heart tenderly move
not even the clear simple understanding
of like mindedness that is undemanding,
let me love you in all the things I do,
with a kind of sincerity that is true.
Your loving comes so sublimely free
and more than myself you are to me,
making me yearn to love you even more
to perfection only you to adore,
let me love you in all the things I do,
with a kind of sincerity that is true.
Let me every day do all that I can
to be truly you companion, your man
to bring only some joy to your dear heart,
never for a single moment to part,
let me love you in all the things I do,
with a kind of sincerity that is true.
Gert Strydom, 17 december 2012
(after Christopher Marlowe)
If we walk through the meadow and the field
a hat does your beauty to the sun shield
where we will sit on the gigantic brown rocks
see small rock-rabbits running in their flocks,
where nature does its abundant beauty prove
if you come with me to be my true love.
Bright cosmos flowers will bloom at your feet,
everywhere the smell of jasmine will be sweet,
a mountain stream will be refreshing cold,
while the sun on the cliffs glitter like gold
where nature does its abundant beauty prove
if you come with me to be my true love.
I will crown you with a wreath of flowers
while we dance among the spring rain showers
small birds will constantly joyously sing
the delights of every summer morning
where nature does its abundant beauty prove
if you come with me to be my true love.
[Reference: “The passionate shepherd to his love” by Christopher Marlowe.]
Satish Verma, 17 december 2012
Death sits in wait
in the empty valley
of your sleeper cell.
The confession of a guilt
liberates the funeral
of a martyr.
Give me your breasts
for a modular test.
Don’t let the milk go waste.
Your pearly teeth
were biting negativity of the red
chilli of dark sex
before the sunrise
in a kingdom of debris
of long names.
Satish Verma
louis gander, 16 december 2012
My little Angel sat in school
to learn her A B C's -
yet no one knows the 'half of it'
to put my mind at ease...
There's something in the way I talk
that seems so different now -
that weighs me down here on my knees
and makes me take this vow:
I'll not forget those days we spent
together - you and me.
I'll not forget our memories
and they will always be.
I'll not forget your sunshine smile,
the freckles on your skin.
I'll not forget your flood of love
that flowed from deep within.
I'll not forget our little games
we played - like 'hide and seek'.
I'll not forget your kisses from
your lips upon my cheek.
I'll not forget those little tears -
those times I saw you weep -
then mixed with mine, ran down my cheek
before you fell asleep.
I'll not forget your final hug
was very, very tight.
I'll not forget your final wave
was such a lovely sight.
I'll not forget your first small step
or your first day at school.
I'll not forget God's wonderment -
my precious little jewel.
I'll not forget your favorite clothes,
or favorite ice cream choice.
I'll not forget your little ears
that heard your teacher's voice.
My little Angel sat in school
to learn her A B C's -
It's God who knows 'the all of it'
that puts my mind at ease...
In memory of the 20 children
and 6 adults killed at Newtown, CT
©2012 louis gander ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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