Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
Daily birds and insects do sing
while the greatness of spring is happening
and at this time I do love you true,
even if destiny does our lives toss and fling.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
From break of day to evening
I hear the joyful caroling
of doves, the twittering of sparrows
as they do sing a happy ode to spring.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
Early in the morning to each other the doves do sing
and it feels as if something great is happening
on this glorious day,
on this new morning in spring.
Gert Strydom, 18 october 2012
As the summer day do pass
so does the time of roses in a glass
and while they do love express
still days run on and nothing stays as it was.
Satish Verma, 18 october 2012
I unwrite a song
for she,
a gratis homage.
Questioning imperils
the sky,
clouds would not weep.
A cover-up comes to quote
scriptures
the meaning of deployment.
Was I feeling smug after
counting
the pages of unread death?
Satish Verma
Kazeronnie Mak, 18 october 2012
Something maybe happen.
Something cannot let it happen.
But, it happens in life always !
And it is completely out of our expects !
All in all, it is just an interlude that
has happened to us this time, this life !
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Life is such a very complicated matter.
Just we are so impotent when things happened sometimes.
There will have too much interludes happening in our lives.
Love is just an interlude amongst all.
patty turner, 18 october 2012
The days are cold,
The leaves are falling.
The smiles are going gray,
The days are going black.
The seasons change,
The times change.
The days are cold,
The war is raging on.
The pain is showing in the eyes.
They fall like the leaves one by one,
To the winds hits.
You can only see red,
Like the autumn leaves.
Those leaves will fall,
into the sea of sorrow.
you will never see again.
Dean, 17 october 2012
Swollen pain held hope full on yesterday
Lasting until todays' tomorrow
Queen of forgiven livid sorrow
Where every breath blessed to escape taken
Granted grit over grains salted
Found myself lost in a field of dreams
Exhalted journeys pathway
Welled up teary eyes
Poured pain out a pail
Through a window soul cleared
Appear to be lost
Soul found a new foundation
Gert Strydom, 17 october 2012
Lord touch our eyes to see
in every plant the flower
that it brings,
in winter the rest
before the spring
that is coming,
in steely grey clouds
the rain that quenches
the thirst of everything living
and beyond all of this
to know from where
all good things come
and that unseen
Your servants dwell
among men ever helping,
protecting and spreading Your love.
Gert Strydom, 17 october 2012
From the very creation as a answer to all men
God was present on each day
sheltering us against each omen
while moving in His secret way
and now in this age He is present still
and unseen He does His works perform
and with a unknown mysterious skill
He constantly shelters against destiny’s storm
and whatever road we do take,
even if we do head to a life of dread,
His miracles He does make
as He constantly walks ahead
and in our greatest incompetence
still merciful is His love and providence.
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