Gert Strydom, 2 august 2012
Continually the red weaver gambols around,
when the dove continually sings in sorrow
and he lands frolicking on the wet ground,
before it takes insects to its chicks
that twitter, jump up and down in the nest,
and at night when the moon rises silver-white,
when small sounds pierce through everything
then I hear a joyous song and then I hear him
tell about life, about every small thing,
when that small bird sings with caring affection.
steve, 2 august 2012
Changes in my life.. are comming hard and fast...
I've lost almost everything.. of things I thought would last,
I lost my job.. then my home.. and the bad luck didn't end...
For yesterday I lost my heart... when I lost my one best friend,
I've heard "God" won't put on you.. more than you can take...
Well if your listening.. Lord.. I've nothing left to break,
My life is in such shambles.. I'm walking on the edge...
What used to be a wide path.. is now a narrow ledge,
I teator on the brink.. not sure which way to go...
It seems my head is spinning.. but my world is moving slow,
Are you calling to me "Father"... is there something I must do?
Well I'm putting my life in your hands.. to leave it up to you,
Theres nothing left to offer.. I've got nothing left to give...
Except this broken heart... and what life is left to live,
I've nowhere else to turn.. so today I turn to you...
For the burdens I once carried.. I'm no longer able too,
I hope that you can hear me.. for I've been so far away...
But I'm ready to come home now.. if you'll help me find my way.
sg
Greg, 2 august 2012
The place haunts the very core of core-less dreams
Sucks blood dry from virgin marrow
Wander, years old and aghast at the death to which I'm sold
(Or bought to hold)
To the winding ranges of demon light
The meadows screaming by dream-filled fright
Unknown and heard on the lingered spade
I am afraid
I am afraid
Of what comes forth on the lights that shine
Crystal glass and a heartless rhyme
For you to read and the world to see
And what is seen?
All that's left to be
Of love and life and eternity
Bliss malformed into me
The sea made waves that forgot the fish
Are made of all the sand that is
A standard set 'gainst the fortress wall
Shrouds of shrapnel, hollow eagle breath
For eons of aged so gently spared
The English poet is made to die!
And lie in pain beneath the ground
Of muddy waters and schematic breaks
You're the light of these darkened eyes
My friend you are
Drunkenly orchestrated, as a moment of ego masturbation in disguise
Fuck the world!
And the vile being of I...
Satish Verma, 2 august 2012
Goose-stepping on a soul song
you set the sky ablaze,
and I was not ready to welcome you.
I was hungry and I was thirsty
but could not find the road.
Back and forth, back and forth
walking with the toad. You can guess
my predicament when I said
that, I am, not I would
assult on the chaste fruit
of the moon, growing on the
tall tree of September.
Satish Verma
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 august 2012
lunes
1
the whirring of fan
air slips off
heat remains summer
2
yellow leaves twirling
to the ground
goodbye goodbye fall
3
so silent and light
it deafens
it blinds first snowfall
4
blades of grass so sharp
on their guard
raring to grow spring
renato
monday 30 july 2012
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2012
I know the way that you do smile,
the crinkles of your lips,
how your golden eyes sparkle awhile,
the movement of your hips;
and we might have been together
might have really known each other
and we might have
and we might have
been gone away with another
I know the way that you do smile,
we are inseparable
as if walking together mile by mile
as if unbreakable
as friend to friend we do belong
through many years we are strong
as friend to friend,
as friend to friend
through years we had been all along
I know the way that you do smile,
as the years do move on
and not a single thing can beguile
our love till time is gone
as if our lives are somehow twin,
each newer life we do begin
as if our lives,
as if our lives
will somehow suddenly meddle in.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2012
Into permanence of my mind
I do want to place you
with everything great, good and kind,
that’s honourable and true
as you make me complete and real
your love does me from all pain heal
as you make me,
as you make me
selfless feel, while with life we deal.
Into permanence of my mind
I want save each new day
and your dear face I want to find,
when you are far away
as your dear love does never fade
never does it have any shade
as your dear love,
as your dear love
do all of my errors abrade
Into permanence of my mind
I want to put your face
and I want to leave far behind
each blot, imperfect trace
and eternal is our great love,
which not a thing can remove
and eternal
and eternal
are our feelings from God above.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2012
When suddenly you came along
my whole life had changed,
unexpected my love was strong
life was rearranged
and butterflies dart everywhere
while some bees visit here and there
and butterflies
and butterflies
turn my stomach, I am without care.
When suddenly you came along
I did not know your name,
if to somebody you do belong,
but somehow our love came
your face had grace, your eyes did gleam
and your voice was like a stream
your face had grace,
your face had grace,
and you leapt into each dream.
When suddenly you came along
you were most beautiful
and with you I could not be wrong,
as my whole heart was full
of our great love on each new day
and my heart was happy and gay
of our great love,
of our great love
that not a thing could take away.
Gert Strydom, 1 august 2012
Some happy people take holidays
and its when you and I
love to dine out, to dance and play
while summer days rush by
and with delight moments drag on
and in a flash the night is gone
and with delight,
and with delight
to me you are the only one.
Some happy people take holidays
couples whose love is strong
bathe for hours in the sun’s hot rays,
together they belong
with endless love, drawing them near
when they act without any fear
with endless love,
with endless love,
and jubilant they do appear
Some happy people take holidays
while some are separate
and are set with life in their ways
but do not love or hate
to me you are like a goddess
in your new lovely rose-red dress
to me you are,
to me you are
the one that I want to caress.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2012
After a long time, I heard them again:
peacocks.
Bequeathing the pilgrim sun to palm trees;
poised to open sexuality.
Ah, the purple lips of a downing
cloud sets the sky on a chase
for a lost love of the blazing
moon in the starless night.
A recent pluck of a sharp grace folds
the lingerie, you open the fist to let
the explosion fly away.
This was the start of a crimson romance.
Satish Verma
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