FARAH, 16 july 2012
My time is gone
I will be alone soon
There is no Dad
there is no Mum, I'm alone
In my grave
I lose the brave
I am no more strong
It is to late
That is my fate
The fun is gone
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to say
The Lord is You
To you I pray
Take these nightmares away
Take it away
FARAH, 16 july 2012
Joy and happiness fills my heart
When beholding the shining eye of heaven
When snows and winds started to depart
And butterflies with laughs fly in the garden
Then flowers start to sing:"spring is here,
Let's spread our perfume in this atmosphere"
Flowers and butterflies dance together
The land is shining and wearing green
And the melted snow in their leaves glitter
As if my eyes in front of heaven scene
The fish jump for joy, so they hide and appear
In the sparkling stream of crystal clear
Is it the heaven? Or is it a dream?
If it's so, let heaven be my life's scheme
Gert Strydom, 16 july 2012
When the light dims from my eyes
there will be no fatherly hand
to hold on to mine
to feel the last pulse
of life beating
while the darkness claims me
and when I disappear from life,
glide into death
You are the Father
that I find on the other side.
[References: “Erato” by Anyte. Laaste (Last) by Riana Scheepers.]
Gert Strydom, 16 july 2012
Just as the first light falls through the window
I am already
on my knees
when my prayers go to the God of the universe
and I can already hear the joy of the birds outside,
while I carry my people, my country and my own things
to the loving Father,
and I try to whisper like a child in His ear.
Gert Strydom, 16 july 2012
When I long during the dark night,
with the stars shining bright above me
it’s without the earth’s viciousness,
it’s as if Your love hangs in those lights
and there is no fear, no pain,
only the sparks of Your fire that burns,
it’s as if all my problems disappear suddenly
under the peaceful care of Your fatherly hand.
Tribhawan Kaul, 16 july 2012
Rising sun in the horizon
a fireball in space
like a bride of first night
blushing and gushing
blossoming sunflowers matching its pace.
Triangle of birds
wave after wave
chirping in symphony
flying in harmony
towards the crescent
a sleeping beauty in space
fading slowly with heavenly grace.
Tillers out in fields
sowing seeds
and hopes for millions
their women bending backs
cutting weeds
small babies crying in shacks
drawing attention to have their feed.
Village children in open space
waiting for initiation
to the world of education
listening to the teacher
with not so rapt attention
Milkmen competing to deliver
small vendors crying hoarse to sell
the sun shines bright on everyone
grandpa has many stories to tell.
Flowing stream creating music for soul
baying cows and rumbling of goat chimes
joining the chorus
beggars with begging bowl
street dogs have no mercy
so none thinks of village security.
Temple, mosque, gurudwara and a church
inviting everyone with open arms
so many faiths
truthful and straight
mornings in a village has its own charm.
---------------------------o-----------------------Copyright/Children of Lost God/ Tribhawan Kaul
Satish Verma, 16 july 2012
Before the spill there was
soaring. And then anti-g.
I readied myself
for the ultimate fall.
This was the poetry of submission
sharing the pain of disillusionment.
Who was pretending of liberation
in a see-through heart?
This was the time when
you run amok
under pheromones of dead clones:
the drowned dreams.
Pelting stones at moon
we were made for each other.
Satish Verma
Naykd Poet, 16 july 2012
Awoken to a dream beyond sleep
Floating beyond reality’s keep
Presence of being without need of feet
Left to mind-paint fantasy’s treat
Episodic in their unique unfolding
Characters comprise of the known and unknowing
Each visitation finds comedy, drama or love growing
Left to embellish with mind-paint fantasy’s sowing
Dream amnesia pronouncement to the sudden waking
All illusional emotions gain lost for the forsaking
Though taint of remembrance to an undertaking
Yields redemption: fleeting, pleasure-glance, re-embracing
Satish Verma, 15 july 2012
A futurist virginity in black rose
was seeking posthumous award
for immoral kisses of thorns.
Unaware of lethal thighs
skipping the lunar landscape
at night.
Were you going to leap over
the mountains curling across the glaciers
of white pain?
I will extend the shadow
of infinite truth,
when we talk about the half-death
of unborn hunger.
Satish Verma
Glenn McCrary, 14 july 2012
There’s a ripe, young sun
Swinging the gardens today.
There is a sprightly, young sun
Touring the faces of revelry.
There’s a sheepish, young moon
Carrying the smirk of a virgin
Awaiting her Paul Revere.
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