Blueskipper, 20 november 2012
A damsel smirked to me tonight
As i slip through the crowding light
Protecting what i hold so dear
My lord who is now my peer
The damsel smiled emphatically this time
i feel as if i was commiting a crime
Who am i to deserve such attention
i'm nobody, just someone's protection
My lord summoned me to his side
i rushed to him with my long stride
Bumping through the crowded square
They are just commoners, i didn't care
i mounted my horse as fast as i can
Weilding my weapon even though it's banned
Armed and ready for a fight to come
i will fight to the death, till kingdom comes
As i arrive on the battlefield
Little did i know; i've already yield
It was a battle i have never fought
a battle i never dreamed or sought
To be continued....
Gert Strydom, 20 november 2012
(after Thomas Campion)
There are men with some charm, a inner hunger;
a kind of grace
is caught in the very way that they woo,
on every face
they do passion intimately feign,
but in disgrace
there is no kind of true love in their hearts,
their way is strewn with only broken parts.
Let not your ire on my complexion fall,
even mock me;
as I still cherish that which was great and good,
while you are free
from what we both had in sincerity
held as holy;
now that you call someone else as your own,
to me have cruel and most uncaring grown.
[Reference: “Blame Not My Cheeks” by Thomas Campion.]
Gert Strydom, 20 november 2012
(after Robert Ranke Graves)
Sheer grief did drive him almost off his mind
and suddenly some strange things he can see
and odd things that no other man can find
becomes clear, but this is not sympathy
and he can see tiny flowers growing,
their buds opening petal by small petal
every bird’s wing in motion fluttering
rocks glimmering with their inner metal
and amplified sound comes to his ear,
the wind rushing along in the distance
the chirping of some small finches in fear
and though almost godlike the hindrance
between him and his beloved dear wife
he cannot pass, enter that place alive.
[Reference: Lost love by Robert Ranke Graves.]
Gert Strydom, 20 november 2012
For a moment your hand rests cool in mine,
when you wish me a happy new year,
when our eyes meet deep, when you introduce yourself
and I know that you are extremely lovely,
for moments this contact lingers with me
while the pace of my heart quickens,
the contact becomes something intimate and intense,
a place away from a world of pain.
Satish Verma, 20 november 2012
A hidden self portrait
in a tar pit
I do not want to explore further.
Wind was making a big sound
the tarp blowing off,
I stand naked under the scortching sun.
A classless pain rises fiercely
I am careless about my height
amdist tall peaks.
Hypodermic, my little dachshund
holds the time in small paws
and plays with my stasis.
I loose my taste of salt on lips
charting between the tears
of infant fears.
Satish Verma
George Krokos, 19 november 2012
In perspective a square can be just a single side of a cube
and a circle a view of a sphere or the end of a round tube.
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George Krokos, 19 november 2012
Remove the cause of disease and you have the cure
this can be accomplished by making the mind pure.
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George Krokos, 19 november 2012
With all of the technology that's around these days
have we not in fact become enslaved by its ways?
It should be used towards the immediate benefit of all mankind
eliminating poverty, hunger, disease and to enlighten the mind.
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George Krokos, 19 november 2012
The tongue has no bones yet bones it does often cause to break;
words spoken with anger or ignorance can much damage make.
The power in and of convincing words can turn one's mind around,
when endowed by faith in the possible falling on favourable ground.
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Gert Strydom, 19 november 2012
When you came nearer some birds flew up
while the sun glittered on you dark hair
and at that moment I did not say a word
while small devils danced in your eyes
and the whole world around us was vague
while something deep was hidden in your dark eyes
and your presence brought great joy to me.
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