louis gander, 3 december 2012
Peered I, up to the heavens. So stunned, I stood in awe.
His hand swept over East to West and this is what I saw...
A sight exposing every truth, that made me nearly faint.
A sight, that in a million years, no man could ever paint.
A special, brand new masterpiece that God creates each day.
A special, brand new vision that He gives along my way.
I see a vast creation that is pure outside and in
before His work is tarnished by horrendous, evil sin.
He paints His skies so differently. No two are just the same.
He paints the creatures on the earth - the wild and the tame.
The sunsets over mountain peaks are not identical -
and snowflakes falling from the sky - not precisely equal.
The clouds float freely with the breeze while rolling on thin air.
Though no two skies are just alike, they share the canvas there.
And no two meadows look the same as I walk down His path.
I see no trees identical when grown through nature's wrath.
Not equal are the mountain streams or creatures of the wild.
And so unique the sunsets are - as faces of a child.
So patiently, a flower bud waits ready to unfurl.
A swirl of brilliant petals bloom. I see a little girl.
Her whole life laid in front of her that she became forthwith -
another link within the chain this world had yanked her with.
Priorities had dragged her from her work to shopping mall.
And every day, a masterpiece - yet she had missed them all.
Now richly dressed as all the rest who never seemed to care,
she peered inside a cancer ward and saw young children there.
She saw the face of one small boy with cute and chubby cheeks -
and though the tears had dried away she saw the many streaks.
They washed away the happiness in life so short, but giving -
as sin has made the sky to fall on innocent still living.
God waves His hand across the sky, but have I failed to see -
out way beyond my own routine, beyond my vanity?
God paints a perfect masterpiece on each and every child.
I finally saw His masterpiece when that young child smiled.
Peered I, up to the heavens. Through tears, I prayed in awe.
His hand swept over East to West and that is what I saw...
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Satish Verma, 3 december 2012
Will you tell me what it was
the unknown of the known?
When you step into the eyes of stangers
you start talking without uttering a single word.
Give me back the body,
of dark pink matter
to understand the god’s will.
He was sitting in field of sugarcane.
The petrol burns with hate
in the necks of panthers.
Tiger, tiger I look at my son coming back
after encounter.
The bleeding revolution has overturned
tomorrow. No body knows where we are heading.
The babies flick like tender candles
inside the saints.
Satish Verma
steven cooke, 2 december 2012
This immortal rose that lovers seek
will be glimpsed by all in youthful peak
for her presence will be on every corner.
And those who confuse that heady perfume
with a lust for love,
will only find winter in an unknown heart
for beauty was always a fragile thing.
We who have seen this gift from above
will always get burned by its light.
The poet and the painter
have perfumed our existence
with loves testimony to this.
The pain and tears fall on empty shield
for love will break your heart
but when we reach out to hold the rose
picked from these fields of hope,
a moment in life unfurls,
love will kiss your soul
and the world belongs to you.
Fleeting are the petals of time
the rose is a symbol to love.
For others it is the pain of life,
to find and lose this immortal gift
leaves a desert where life cannot breathe.
The laughter replaced by silence
the smile that is kept in darkness,
the kiss exiled to the memory.
Love is lost in the deepest pit
of your despair,
the thorns will bleed your soul red
but she can never die.
Love will always leave a spark
that will lead you to redemption
and only death can take this from you.
The rose was never yours to pick
but its creation yours to admire
for your being was made for this.
And as our mortal bodies die
the spirit will seek the rose once more
for in death its petals fall too
blessing the ground of your resting place.
The rose was always yours
and its beauty a source of life
the chains of doubt will always
break in its presence.
The rose is pure
as is your faith in mankind.
It can show you a deeper meaning
for you are the petals of life
she is the perfume of your existence
and it is you that made her life complete.
Satish Verma, 2 december 2012
Spurred the kerosene
to burn the logistics.
I had moved on untrodden snow
of tanned gifts.
There was no tomorrow for me,
living from moment to moment.
The warships
had moved into positions.
Adoring the monotheisn, I still
loved many angels, you were
making many moons for me.
Breathless I was running after gold rings.
Terrible, the bell breaks my ankle
and the anklets emit the trembling
moons. Let us go out on the lake
I have many scores to settle.
Satish Verma
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 december 2012
choices
and so my dearest dear
will we two burn our boats
and on this island you deem love
shall you and I remain
forever free
or stranded?
renato
saturday 01 december 2012
Renato N. Mascardo, 1 december 2012
a chance meeting after all these years
shyly we shook hands
suspended awkwardly in the moment
of recollecting
what was
what could have been and
what did not
your hand went limp and
the moment faded//
renato
saturday 01 december 2012
Gert Strydom, 30 november 2012
At Sea Point where we both said our goodbyes
I saw tears coming from your bright green eyes
the stormy Southeaster did pull and shove
while I was aware that we were in love,
I might have diagnosed our feelings wrong,
life was beautiful, my heart sang a song.
At Sea Point I did not have any care
but of your loveliness I was aware
as you walked on, your head you did toss
we had our feelings, our hearts played boss;
to me you turned back and came along,
life was beautiful, my heart sang a song
Gert Strydom, 30 november 2012
I said perhaps somewhere in the Western Cape
meant a province with a big peninsula,
a place where we did once meet,
which is bounded by both the Indian
and the Atlantic oceans
where sunny summer days stretch much longer,
up to eight o’clock, where people really have a life,
where the blue sea reaches far over the horizon,
where the sea, sun and the blue sky
have got a own kind of sheer magic
but on that white beach the sea rushed in,
my words were blown by the wind
and they were totally out of reach
as away you just walked on
and everything between us was lost and gone.
Gert Strydom, 30 november 2012
In this life all around us there is night
and at times we do not know wrong from right,
even if God’s light we are able to see,
even if true to Him we have iniquity
and as we do as we wish or we may
only God lead us true on the right way
His angels are sentries posted at our side
and to His glance our sins we cannot hide
while at times we loose every kind of sense
His love does continually recompense,
brings us back to the loveliness of day,
only God lead us true on the right way.
Rilay Dann, 30 november 2012
So close
So damn far
When will we realize
Let's be bigger then that
And remember
Try to smile it away
Somethings are just impossible to disguise
Hang on
Let go
Because what's the point
When the best is yet to come
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