Gert Strydom, 7 august 2012
To sit next to the big river brings peace
throwing a rod over the tranquil way
in a kind of the heart’s sheer release
into the same pool up to close of day.
To live a life of utter joy we must,
when the river catches the rays of morn
to experience nature until dusk,
to be there when the bright new day is born;
it’s great to just catch time at dusk and dawn.
Gert Strydom, 7 august 2012
I know that the Apies River
have a high sewerage content
and there they were
sitting beneath a willow tree
fishing kurper and carp
and from the brown black water,
deep slime and mud,
where you couldn’t see anything
in the thick murk
they pulled out
big healthy fishes
that twisted, frisked
trying to get away.
Gert Strydom, 6 august 2012
At a time when all of my hope seemed gone
in darkness Your love brought me new light
when the weight of life was heavier than stone
You made every morning a time of hope and bright
and still You remain the only One
whose blessings and sacrifice shatters the night
Gert Strydom, 6 august 2012
In the distant veldt I saw Him
where He holds His hand over the wild flowers
and there was a colossal hillock
on a summer day with the sky another kind of blue
when I tried to find holy moments,
when I walked back in the footprints of a child
and free from the blackberry-bush
under the weather and wind
I devoured some of nature’s treasures
and I was blind for my Lord
while I only saw the works of His hands,
when I went back to some of my childhood places.
Gert Strydom, 6 august 2012
It feels as if I am waiting on God Himself
and like the park outside He stays invisible,
somewhere in the distance cars collide with a bang,
in the darkness some danger lurks
and then in the silent evening a star jumps in beauty,
it’s as if I am aware of His illustriousness.
Satish Verma, 6 august 2012
Was that a non-devil effort
to hide the language
from cultural onslaughts?
The anger splits the opinion
about hurting goodness.
An isolated insult will spur
the words against the flight over
the answer, before the brush
with picketing fear, showing heroism.
I speak for unknown enemies
who wanted to alter the season
by planting horror on the street.
Satish Verma
Melanie Gardiner, 5 august 2012
I've tried to run,
Even as fast as the fading sun.
I have no one left,
it seems a pity,
for all the tears I've wept.
The thought of you chasing me across the sky,
Always stays, and I don't know why.
You ripped open my heart,
But I still love you.
I left you behind,
as I ran away.
But the thought of you,
Will Always stay.
Satish Verma, 5 august 2012
The hawk was landing.
Squinting at the urgent need
of slaughter and hope –
among the frightened hunger
of truth, of running feet
in the tall grass.
A world apart in
seeking the reality of
dying for earthly love.
I was not sure of
the manifesto of bricks and
stones falling on evergreen kisses.
Satish Verma
Edgar, 5 august 2012
Multitudes of men forming lines like ants
Quickly moving as if they knew their wants
Going somewhere along the edge of time
Only to find some acts of pantomime
Some happily buy their favorite toys
Others riding proudly like hot cowboys
In wagons powered by liquid horses
Even sometimes filled with blooming roses
But most of their ears can not hear a cry
Whether from a lad or from passers by
For the tune pods like tentacles that bind
Those small satellite disks to be unkind
Hence, its sound waves can never penetrate
To their insensitive bosoms to date
Edgar, 5 august 2012
Blockbuster movies got its sequels
Mobile phones kept its latest models
Few good churches still rapidly growing
While some of its converts are blowing
Yet, you are leaving anyway
Groceries are always piled in bulk
As consumers rushing like the Hulk
Only to find, there's just one thing they need
A cute appetite that is free from greed
Yet, you are leaving anyway
You had left a garden on a borrowed land
I wish you scripted the plants with your brand
The inner silks of your perky heart refined
This soothed me once in my rugged mind
Yet, you are still leaving anyway
The tasks ahead once you protected and pampered
Now crying like "flocks of sheep without a shepherd"
Clothes to wash, people to visit, and bills to pay
Are all patiently waiting, and missing you in dismay
Yes dear, you had left me anyway
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