Gert Strydom, 9 october 2012
Some thirty centimetres around me
is the territory bordering my body,
so stranger beware when you draw up close
when we wait in lines and rows
or I might hit or knock even spit thee.
Glenn McCrary, 9 october 2012
And again surfaced that smirk
Glinting ever so alluringly in my wake
Kindling an effigy of suspense
Amidst the faces that evening
With the minutes I dissolved
As classic fairness advanced
Forsaken was I to saturate within carnality
Could such a reason exist
For such monumental idolatry?
Could such possibilities exist
For the sake of emasculating warriors?
Milena Sušnik Falle, 8 october 2012
V sebi
nosim strah -
neskončno,
skrivno,
ranljivo
me napaja.
Nič ni
prizaneseno -
vse je eno,
kar me obdaja.
Milena Sušnik Falle - Slovenija
(pesniška zbirka Prozorni kristali jutra)
Teddy Kimathi, 8 october 2012
The scent of sandalwood
and wild roses enchant
my inner soul with a sense
of calmness like no other
The faded shadows of oak trees
create a beautiful pattern on the
ground, as the sun-rays pierce
through the canopies,
embracing the forest with warm energy
Butterflies of all kinds of colors
criss-cross in the air, as they
dance to the tunes of humming birds
A crystal-clear stream gently
flow beside me, as the mountain
deer sip it's waters lazily
a few happy steps away from where I am
If I put myself in an ant's shoes,
the woods surrounded by the canopies
look like a huge natural shrine
that anyone and any animal can come
to seek solace and comfort
Teddy Kimathi, 8 october 2012
Let go of your fears,
just as the way a river
carries away a log blocking
its smooth passage
Let go of your confusion,
just as the way the morning mist
fades away, giving you a clear vision
of what is around you
Let go of your hatred,
just as the way an earthquake
ceases to exist
Let go of your hurts,
just as the way the sky lets go
of the night, paving way for the day
Let go of your ego,
just as the way muddy water
becomes clear water when mud
settles at the bottom
Let go of these, and your life
will be as enchanting as a clear, night sky,
decorated with stars and shooting stars
Gert Strydom, 8 october 2012
(after A.G. Visser)
If you were the rays of the sun bringing light
and I the darkness that blots out everything to black
we would have met each other at daybreak and sunset,
we would have greeted each other for moments
when the earth turns in its eternal orbit
and you would bring light to my darkness,
if you were the rays of the sun bringing light
and I the darkness that blots out everything to black.
.
If you were the stretched out ocean
and I the sky that goes up to space
we would have constantly touched each other
and at times I would have made your waters my own
and at times your waves would hit threatening
while my breath draws tracks over your surface,
if you were the stretched out ocean
and I the sky that goes up to space
If you were the spring that explodes in blossoms
and I the summer that comes with maturity
your lustrous glory would sing of my coming
while insects and birds frolic in pollination
and we both would draw strength from light, rain and dust
and I would be able to bare your fruit from each pretty flower,
if you were the spring that explodes in blossoms
and I the summer that comes with maturity
but you are my princess that I adore as my wife
and I am a writer of verses that keeps longing,
if you only knew the depth of my love
you would never be able to forget
and still my love sneaks into you
and brings meaning and maturity to every desire
but you are my princess that I adore as my wife
and I am a writer of verses that keeps longing.
[Reference: “Princesse Lontaine” by A.G. Visser.]
Gert Strydom, 8 october 2012
You are my big eyed woman, my girl,
in whose heart I find true love
and even if destiny sometimes shakes me,
even if the wild stormy wind blows
and even when life wants to devour my humanity
and even if I become blind in my old age
I still find the warmth of your caress,
and continually I am loved by you.
Gert Strydom, 8 october 2012
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more
than chemical urges in the blood.
Sometimes I do suspect
that life goes on
up to a single event;
Sometimes I do suspect
that our love is much more…
Gert Strydom, 8 october 2012
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence,
when something unseen speaks.
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings
when love accepts the smallest thing as being right,
when we learn deeper things from that, which is unsaid,
Sometimes your eyes can display your feelings,
sometimes a moment is balanced in silence.
Satish Verma, 8 october 2012
It was a clouded heart.
I was fidgeting with fate and
there was no otherway, no way.
I did not want to keep him waiting either, but
I must be ready to receive the guest.
Thief of pain was coming in the blizzard
for a murky deal. I refuse to fall apart.
The epitaph was incomplete and Emperor
was demanding his due of golden sleep. Was it
the worth of a new born. Sky was overcast.
Taking the thought to its fossil home. Stings were
sharp and the next stop was ocean. Water
of funeral way. Still the sweet lips would
haunt for the honey. Gone, the wax palace
was gone, no body was going to light it.
Satish Verma
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