Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 july 2012

Like frangipanis

Like frangipanis do twist to become one
you are attached to my life
and you bring bright colours to each day,
you even fix the bad times.


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 30 july 2012

In the depth of your heart it is (English sonnet)

In this world where there is constant decay,
we mortals search for an immortal thing
while illness and age sweeps life away
as if in science it’s somewhere hiding
 
and yet as something we cannot measure,
the immaterial thing called love
we at times find as our greatest treasure
which when it’s true nothing can remove
 
or even its great power totally subdue
and today with your hand in mine
when we are together and I glance at you
we have found something divine
 
and have both never felt just like this,
in the depth of your heart it is.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 july 2012

STRANGE MORROW

On your face the shadow of a transparent wound
bungles the capricious climate
of the death of a thought which you could not
carry very far.

And that was all when I asked you some questions
about life. You started opening a beehive
of kills and subcutaneous pains.

How do you spell the happiness in beliefs and
starvation to achieve the resolution or incredible?
The mistrust between the cause and effect was
surfacing, though there was plenty

of solitude between the trees and cuckoo’s
calls.A crazy spell of silence in prayers
when we were very upset about our gods.


Satish Verma


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Vanita Allgood

Vanita Allgood, 30 july 2012

The Cowboy Way

Watch those buckaroos lose their insides when saddled to a wild one untied it’s fer a sight when they ride . Yiddy –up was the wail when a bull of a devil left his trail some kinda fight on the road to hell.
No wonder I headed for Whiskey Row with some forty drinks down below sure is thunder in your hole will rock your soul as you face the mighty cold.
Strums my guitar and softly singing as the cowboys are around the camp fire ringing as the fire is blazinin another day is hazing. Got the notion for prayin as another cowboy was payin and he was sayin
Lord ya know the deeds I’ve done and in the shadows I have hung I just wanted  to be thankful for meeting me on this fateful day and in  thy range I will forever stay.


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Tribhawan Kaul

Tribhawan Kaul, 29 july 2012

A cinquain


Poser
A difficult question
 to judge brain potency
brain racking experience
puzzle.
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Copyright/Tribhawan Kaul


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 july 2012

ROAD WAR

Hoisting the bisexuality
on a figurine,
I crawl back to anxiety.

The primitive instinct
was taking over the stitches
on a snake.

What do you want from
a moon for the drooling
mouth of a seashell?

Braiding the breasts
against gravity,
earth wants to defy the duality.


Satish Verma


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patty turner

patty turner, 28 july 2012

losing

The sadness is over powering,
It makes me stay in place.

The sadness makes everything empty to me.
I got num to ever painfull comment.

The love i didn't get,

But...

Everytime i try to love i lost it...

I'm losing control,
Yelling and throwing.

Saying what i should keep to myself.

So i lose...

I lose everything i have.

My trust,
My love,
My hopes,
My only friend

Because you're gone and never coming back.


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Tribhawan Kaul

Tribhawan Kaul, 28 july 2012

Meditation

My mind ,my heart

both reciprocate to my feelings
when I meditate.

Energy vibrating
creating immunity
against any negativity.

Bricks and blocks falling on the street
distress the body
but not the soul.
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Copyright / Tribhawan Kaul


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 july 2012

THE CANDLE BURNS

Not a single word added today
to my tinsel book. The brown eyes
were searching my smile.

You want to close the happening
of first moon and the fig.
My roses start a new dialect,

waiting on the clouds, almost
in rains, spreading the wetting
agent between the eyes.

The distance was the most crucial
thing, that does not end;
endlessly stretching.


Satish Verma


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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom, 27 july 2012

When mere moments are holy

When mere moments are holy,
when in prayer I go to You
I am surrounded by Your presence
then I see in every flower, in each small thing
even in the stars, sun and moon
that there is of You a kind of witness,
 
thunderbolts falling blue-white,
the wild untamed stormy wind,
trees that flower in spring,
tells me that You care about my destiny
and that You choose me out as a child
of the almighty Lord of the universe.


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