Naykd Poet, 11 july 2012
The weaving of Words
Can be the Undoing
To forfeit an End
Or it’s Ensuing
Fomented in the Minds
Of the Unassuming
Structure and Context
The frame of it’s Intent
The Goal of its Inventor
For Minds to be Bent
Objective or Subjective
Neither is of Concern
The Outcome the Objective
Is what need be Learned
And for the World to Discern
So Heed this Warning
For What it is Giving
Lost to the Mind-Dead
Left to the Life’s Living
Naykd Poet, 11 july 2012
How frivolous the world has gotten
All the seriousness want to be forgotten
While things get sicker and rotten
YouTube, twitter and facebook are just’a rock’n
Duality, schizophrenia what you may call it
This journey into madness is gone hyperbolic
Ensuring humanity’s demise is catastrophic
And believe it or not - some will still try to profit
Doomsday scenarios have long been prophecy
But none can match this current lunacy
A world divided by countless conspiracy
That all seem eluding a true sense of human decency
What eventually manifests is obviously unknown
But from what our historic past has shown
What awaits us our own seeds have sown
And for that, as a civilized people, we have not truly grown
Gert Strydom, 11 july 2012
(for Minette)
I
With someone new to adore,
you are constantly
haunting me
as if at times you can penetrate through death
but sometimes I know that I am fabricating it
and for years you are out of my life
but sometimes I cannot get you out of my thoughts
before you jump into my heart again
as if you are not peaceful
on the other side
and in my sorrow and in life’s coldness
I am stranded here
and you find no kind of relief
in the late night’s big silence.
II
In the late night’s big silence
my thoughts are at times with you,
while the big separation brings a chill
while I keep clinging to memories.
You are much too far from me
and your whole humanity
cannot stay here,
and it appears at times when I read your old letters,
when you are like a flower to me
that could grow in the earth of my soul
but death has divided us
and untimely you were pruned away in your prime
and still your absence cuts through me like a raw cry,
sometimes it’s much better not to know about you.
III
Sometimes it’s much better not to know about you,
to totally wipe out that which was between us
to forget the memories and passion
as if nothing had been
to cause your presence to eternally fade away,
to let each memory slowly pine away,
to stop me from daring in my dreams
to search for you to appear
and I am in a world where yours are divided from mine,
where I have got to keep to the here and now,
where I have to know that we are in separate places
and I am aware of this reality
that destiny cruelly rips lives apart with her claws;
my whole world was where you went
IV
My whole world was where you went
and in you I found my rest and joy
while you were with me as my darling
but life had devoured it far too suddenly
while my existence was anchored to you,
while our things was limitless deep
and we both were trusting on God
while now alone I search for answers,
where without you I see a new tomorrow,
while suddenly pain cuts unexpectedly through me
and I in despair try to cling
to the little that remain of you
and forever we are separate from each other,
you are buried in your coffin and I know sorrow.
V
You are buried in your coffin and I know sorrow
and no stranger asks about you or walks past,
there are people dressed in black
everywhere in the church around me
and everyone is disenchanted
where they are mourning
and it’s as if nothing can break through the darkness
that appears about you a pretty girl, already a woman
and suddenly the minister starts talking at the front,
the sexton walks to the back and asks: “who is lying here?”
his voice resounds through the whole church
and he gets no answer.
The service passes much too quickly;
I feel like I can fight against God.
VI
I feel like I can fight against God,
I cannot really know,
why some people lead longer lives
and for others life is measured out into darkness,
still less I know for what I am searching,
something stays just out of my reach
as if it is involved with the things that are happening
and just when I look it’s already gone,
it’s just beyond the bright blue
as if I am living with an incomplete purpose
where I am almost seeing it, it’s almost in my thoughts
but I cannot see or feel it
and I know that something terrible is wrong,
where everything eventually becomes chaos.
VII
Where everything eventually becomes chaos,
where the whole world are waiting on disintegration,
I wonder what makes me languish
for new life, for the rain that pours down?
What lets me hope that very soon
a glorious age, a glorious day will appear
on the other side of the dark night
while everything around me with time collapses?
Now I hope to have someone else again,
that your life and hours of pain disappear
and again I want to begin with someone anew,
while I stay trusting that the answers lie in the hands of God,
while I believe that the sun will shine on me again
with someone new to adore.
Gert Strydom, 11 july 2012
I
Minette, the wind now whispers, are sometimes raging
as if its calling your name while I am aging
and forever you will be sweet and young,
sometimes it feels as if around me a war is waging
while I am trying to find my way
in a world where destiny sometimes havoc play
are looking for answers to the questions of life and living
while my life passes without you day after day.
II
Far too happy was the day that we met
as if by some fiddling of destiny it was set
and while I stopped to give you help
with tears your cheeks was wet,
but the smile that came upon your face
said thank you with a kind of amazing grace
while I changed your car’s tire
from sudden nervousness my hands felt out of place.
It was as if the morning sun
had suddenly risen before the day had begun
and although we did not say a single word
your company was loads of fun.
In my car’s four sharp head lamps your golden hair
was pretty and you were more beautiful than just fair
while on the wind I caught a whiff of your scent
it felt as if your presence was predetermined to be there.
III
That summer was a really lovely one
even the breeze had a joyous tone
while we laughed fell in love almost at a whim
and far too quickly our time together was gone.
You were so part of me you were in my heart and head,
in quick understanding few words were ever said
but our loving, our companionship and understanding was intense
and together we could only see great things lying ahead.
IV
Standing at your grave I saw the wind
turning the red sand into clouds of dust,
coming strong from behind
and at your death broken
there was no answer that I could find.
Maybe we had to much sheer happiness
found a lifetime’s joy in our moments of bliss
as we thought that the rest of our lives
would simply be like this.
V
At times I have tried to forget you
have tried to paint my life a different hue,
forget the way it was between us
but some memories always stay true
and memories at times brings everything back
when you return with an uncanny knack
and in lonely evenings
when the sky is black
I dream of you joining me
and like always you look happy and free
while from each other we are separated
and there’s an inadequacy
a dividing thing between the living and the dead
and sometimes our meetings come with a kind of dread
while you stay part of me
and it’s a strange, strange life to lead.
VI
Minette, the wind howls, there’s rain
coming down while lightning bolts flash again and again
and it’s almost as if I can touch you, catch your essence
but my heart is full of pain
and maybe its time to say goodbye,
in this rainy, stormy weather
to really again live in a place where the sun shines
when the sky glows within its ether.
Gert Strydom, 11 july 2012
(for Minette)
At times in the evenings I chat with you
where you are untouchable far away
when in thoughts I make images
but out of life you are missing painfully.
It’s only a type of dream world that I build
wherein just as then you look lovely,
where I can hold you tightly, can look at you,
to tell the truth you are always out of reach,
its memories that I do look at.
Gert Strydom, 11 july 2012
Far too quickly in you life lost its bliss,
while with time your bright memories does fade,
forgotten is your last lingering kiss
as you have left into a world of shade.
Fragile your smile brought heaven for a day,
too short its brightest angel had been mine
but all joy was at a time swept away
as your heartbeat became a solid line
and from then my life did only decline.
Gert Strydom, 11 july 2012
(for Minette)
My own dearest love, she is unloving and cold
and she has no cares of the things of this earth,
once her hair gleamed like gold
and she was lovely from the day of her birth.
Far too quickly her life was swept away
and it was special our meeting
like the sunshine of one lovely day
and her presence was only much too fleeting.
Her leaving stings and keeps on stinging,
while in this spring myriads of birds are singing.
Now there is only a kind of emptiness
and I am not able to forget her
as there was bliss in every caress
and sometimes I wish I had never met her.
Satish Verma, 11 july 2012
A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed
and begs for a death.
The adolescence had become
graphic. Do you agree with the
splurge of moonlight under the street light?
The unborn stink was hovering
after the shipwreck. The seagulls
were bewildered.
There was only one slogan
for the black booth.
Priest was sitting cross-legged in a liplock.
Satish Verma
LuLu, 10 july 2012
Will you love me when I am gone?
These words repeat inside my head
Will you love me when I am gone?
Will you miss me when I'm dead?
I wish I knew the answer
To those questions, but I don't
You possibly will never care
You probably already don't.
You've been gone for so long
And not seeing you killed me inside
And now, as I write this
My heart has already died.
This is the last poem which
I will write to you
I want you to know
That I really did Love you.
But apparently it wasn't enough
To keep you by my side
Because I know deep down that
Your so called "love" for me has died
I've been hurt so many times
But this one seems like the worst
So I'll make it easy on both of us
And I'll break-up with you first
So I guess this is Goodbye.
I'm writing myself away
I wish you every happines
And hope you have a good day...
Glenn McCrary, 10 july 2012
Dearly beloved why ever
Are you so passionate to seek?
an avenue of fraudulent dalliance
When a plethora of amour
Screams before you
Forsaking me to ponder
When the page shall revolve
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