louis gander, 1 november 2012
In quantities, our teardrops fall,
they drip off sorry faces -
resulting from our broken hearts.
We save them in our vases -
for yet another lofty dream -
another selfish rose.
Is anyone the wiser?
Tell me no one knows.
And here, our vases set alone,
still filled with empty dreams.
Oh, everybody has them -
it's just the way, it seems.
It's popularity for some -
for others; riches, gold.
But when it's over, said and done,
their rose is dead and cold.
The tears we shed are endless,
and from our souls drawn.
We water every selfish want -
then later wish them gone.
We hold our very special vase -
we think of only 'me' -
but rather where still waters are -
our tears of joy should be.
Do roses last forever?
There is a day they die -
then scattered are the pieces of
the heart that happened by.
Lost pieces, scattered everywhere -
forever, broken are -
and at the end of shattered dreams,
there's one eternal scar.
When in, our earthly dreams, we live,
regret is always sure -
for when we grow our selfish rose,
it simply won't endure.
I often wonder why we work,
and waste away the years -
accomplishing so little with
such lonely, painful tears.
So walk beside still waters.
Through joyful tears you'll see -
a love that never wavers and,
a grace that's always free.
And if your faith is watered
and grows from day to day -
there's really nothing more to do -
for joyful is the way!
©2011 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/
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Kazeronnie Mak, 1 november 2012
Love is like a string of dreams.
It is all empty when awaken.
Perhaps I was born to be that much sentimental.
Thus, I am teased by love.
The dream we are chasing after, is vanished as time pass by.
We comprehend that love is out of our control completely,
only when we awaken.
I longed for flying high up to the sky,
and I was so much impulsive at the beginning.
If I still think of you someday,
you should believe that I was deeply in love with you once.
Love is like a string of dreams.
It is growing in the fantasy.
If we are not see eye to eye,
our love will be all in vain in our entire life, then !!!
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It takes hundred of years sitting together in the same boat.
It takes thousand of years sharing the same bed with.
It calls : The predestined affinity.
Satish Verma, 1 november 2012
Putting the fire in mouth
as a last rite
he readied himself for the onslaught
of questions, who will attack like
leeches, the blood sucking parasites.
It was a bizarre coalition of love
between kissing cousins.
The knifing will continue with
weapons of death. The suckers will neither
kill you, nor keep you alive.
At what price to get the ice from the Mt.Himalayas.
An abode of god was nursing the blood stained
footprints of men, the escalating war
and dripping mane of black sun.
Huge clouds begin a chorus of dark light.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 31 october 2012
She was white blonde,
her eyes sometimes bright sky-blue,
she was white blonde,
with a foot right next to the abyss
when I held her tightly against me,
and for the first time really noticed her well,
she was white blonde…
Gert Strydom, 31 october 2012
Down at the marsh
weavers rock up and down,
down at the marsh
your lips are soft against mine
when a big dog barks far away
and your right knee has lost some skin
down at the marsh.
Gert Strydom, 31 october 2012
A small tear falls
when she was very happy,
a small tear falls
when endlessly problems came
and makes a confession
about love she has no knowledge,
and a small tear falls
Satish Verma, 31 october 2012
Sky drank the moon
when night was cool.
A lone tree on roadside
waits for the prowling wolf
to steal the electric skin
like the veins on the breast.
River was flowing
nudging, cleaving the rising frenzy.
Still the thirst does not sink
like the torpedoed sub.
A dropp contains million faces of a moon.
A moon does not have a drop.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 30 october 2012
I stand on the dark balcony
while the almost endless rain
sieves down continually
and the streets of Bellville below me shines
where lights gleam everywhere, with cars
that continually drives up and down
and I wonder
how a lightning bolt that decent over the city
would look like
if it would also branch out
like in the Transvaal of my childhood day
before it touches down blue-white
but I only see rain, concrete and glass.
Gert Strydom, 30 october 2012
Sometimes it’s as if my childhood days come back
and it’s as if the colour and texture catches me
when I am astounded by the sheer beauty of things,
by the smell of flowers hanging in the air,
where I see clouds as flakes,
and it’s as if the colour and texture catches me
that is spread over the bright blue in small pieces
that brings me back to another time and place
where I see clouds as flakes,
and I am again full of joy and happiness
and the whole sky is full with specks between the blue and white
that brings me back to another time and place,
to the memories of my childhood days
when I see the summer sun rising golden
and the whole sky is full with specks between the blue and white
and the birds and insects are of the loveliness some proof.
Sometimes it’s as if my childhood days come back
when I see the summer sun rising golden,
when I am astounded by the sheer beauty of things.
Kazeronnie Mak, 30 october 2012
I gaze at you taciturnly all of a sudden.
Expecting to see the geniality eyes again
with which makes me feel so warm.
The day before we reunite in the endless journey,
I will evermore cherish the memory of you.
The reminiscence of the difficulties we had gone through together.
That was faded away gradually.
I just remember the laughter which was caused by you majority.
Only if the wind is still blowing, I will miss you always.
I will look at the vastnesses of starry sky every night,
and beseech the starlight to ignite your ways.
I will din the wind into calling your name constantly.
We are apart from a very long distance, though.
Only if you would think of me gently
when I’m lonesome and tiredness.
Or you would remember me someday,
I was like a little star that flashed in your life once.
The inexhaustibly affection will link us together to the eternity…….
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