Gert Strydom, 17 october 2012
Dear Lord, even if my destruction is due
I still do come on my knees to you
and do beg for grace and mercy,
to make my life and my heart knew.
Glenn McCrary, 17 october 2012
A distinguished symbol of the age
Happened before my eyes
The lustrous blend of colours
Births a new definition
Brandishing oaths in less words
Than expected to be composed
The unprecedented passion
Causes me to scream internally
Her eyes emulate a saga yet to be told
Although each chapter presents a new beginning
Satish Verma, 17 october 2012
In tottering penetration
of blue summer
you become
silent game.
I accept my defeat
from stones
falling on
intellect.
Carbon fear of rosewood
was rising
to reintegrate
illicit love of twilight.
Testing the waters, before
a swim in prophecies
I ask the bank
to hold the seasoned waves.
Satish Verma
Tyreesha, 16 october 2012
This is the reason why i love you
When i first met you i really thought you were just like all the others, but you are not
the more i got to know you the more i flt like you were apart of me that i have been looking for. when you are around i feel safe and i feel warmth.
My heart has been divided into peices and lost, but ever since i met you they have been starting to come back together again
But the number reason is the way you hold me
when you hold me it like i can feel you heart beating at the same pace mine is
Kazeronnie Mak, 16 october 2012
If the water can return, take me away please !
If the water can take in, it will never grieve !
Someone admires you streaming freely !
I wish to swap with you, then I can run capricious !
If the water were I, it would weep for sure !
If I were the water, I would never look back on any more !
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In spite of the character determines destiny.
Life should be as colorful as the rainbow.......
Please remember,
you are your only painter always.......
jbkaria, 16 october 2012
I should kick you out from my home,
but you left me by
all drafts and notes of your dreams
yet i am not so bad
at th moment
For now i don't assault the coaches
which transport your trouble
the few match-with which gains seconds
I just wish cicadas would return and flourish
see the growth of moths
watering gruff peasants
and the whole circus campaign
What can I do to a city without doors?
every corner can hide another yourself
a trap of your sighs
a sweetness that you forgot on the train
How do you live in the gingerbread house?
Reconstruct it whenever
you invites emotional cannibals to eat you
simple preposition of your disagreement
Come to celebrate your boredom
is the drain of dissatisfaction
tends to kidnap the possibilities at hand,
blinds before meals and on an empty stomach,
but it is only a stimulus that does you not yet know
I would like to only see the cicadas flourish
while you take away the notes of your dreams
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2012
When early in the morning you smile at me
there are parts of eternity that shatters
in into my life,
and I see a new day beginning
with I share in part with you,
when moments linger for a long time
as if a wonderful day
stretches into eternity
and sometimes I do wonder
why my life was for so long
empty of you?
Gert Strydom, 16 october 2012
When all rhetoric is gone,
when all of my words
loose their meaning,
even when my poems are gone
then only the glance
my eyes remain
that says how much I love you
Tribhawan Kaul, 16 october 2012
Fatigued and exhausted home coming makes me restless
As if I am swallowed whole by the emptiness
Stacked famous ones whirl around, pity me
As termites start digesting me
Spider webs decorating walls
House lizards playing ball
Bed-bugs play hide & seek
Rats sprint on rugs
Mosquitoes sing
Buzzing
flies
Melodious
Cricket’s chirping
Frog’s croaking, all keep me
Awake whole night yet fill my emptiness
With their presence without which my life
Would have been one of emptiness and loneliness
Getting rid of them from the core threaten my existence
Yet I am bent upon driving them out to be with HIM in ONENESS
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Satish Verma, 16 october 2012
It was a rape of a city. Go ahead.
I still speak the old phrases
with back pain.
And let fly the silence
in beautiful emptiness
of a swollen heart.
On pain of anonymity
I wanted to clear my name
from tangled fame.
The after death comfort
of words when clarity
moves in the home of a meaning.
Satish Verma
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