Ice, 9 july 2012
you brought me here with no regret
under consequence of life and death
you showered me a love so much
the real meaning of mother’s touch
but destiny brought catastrophe
when father left you, all us three
he never visited nor care to call
and from your toils alone you raised us all
we rarely agree on certain things
sometimes share same understanding
in my achievements you’re often proud
you’re my savior from the crowd
honestly, i fear to loose you
though time will come, i know it’ll do
because i owe to repay your hardworks for me
that's to trade anything to make you happy
and thru this poem i confess
i thank God for all His greatness
and that from the heart and mind of a daughter
there could only be one loving mother
(i composed this poem for my mother, and gave it as my gift on her 53rd birthday)
Ice, 9 july 2012
perhaps there's no hindrance
between the rich and poor
rather unity
and things will have it's own cure
perhaps amidst obstacles
we'll learn to smile
no frown faces
or burdened even for awhile
perhaps there's no tears
like heavy falling rain
merely tears of joy
but never because of pain
perhaps no terrorists
won't go that far
still they'll choose peace
instead of war
perhaps cripple, deaf or mute
will be fairly treated
if beyond imperfections
they are accepted
perhaps some won't be greedy
for fame, money, or glory
because he's contented
and never feels sorry
perhaps no orphan or beggar
who will wander here and there
if their own family learned
to give them proper shelter
perhaps in earth
there's no flood, famine or pollution
if only each respects
all our master's creations
if we only learn..
perhaps..
Ice, 9 july 2012
quickly, another day passed
like the sand from a broken hour glass
drifting from my hands
senseless of my glance
again i’ll live my life alone
where i'll do things on my own
cause i don’t know
if destiny for me will often be slow
sometimes i wonder
have i fallen into deep slumber
coz i’ve been a prisoner
of this love i kept forever
so better yet i must let go
cause my day slips and turns to sorrow
because i do need a rest
from a love full of jest
Ice, 9 july 2012
amidst this place of nowhere
my world gone dim and colder
i stared upon the misty sky
then tears rolled down my eyes
i asked the Lord cause i wonder why
He gave me friends that makes me smile
but in the end they say goodbye
so i wonder if it's all lie
abruptly i heard a rumbling thunder
as if the Lord give me an answer
it came to me it's part of life
to never lose out of sight
afar i notice a silhouette exist
which brought me a sudden bliss
as he comes closer he lends a hand
asking, proffering to be his friend
without a doubt i nod at him
remembering whatever he may seem
i should cherish someone like him
for i don't want to see him as well in dim
now i thank the Lord above
for giving me unconditional love
and thoughts for me to ponder
that i must treasure my friends forever
Ice, 9 july 2012
a hollow grieving night
with meaningless sway of emotion
merely perched on the ground
while the soothing buss of zephyr
whispers to my ears
and black tears unseen
covered by these fancy smile
symphatizes with agony
brought by your insensitivty
much more of your mendacity
nevertheless
i wont succumb my love
for you gave me much to reminisce
though i lived more in lunacy
at times i’ll lurk for daybreak
start to pace, follow a light
maybe fate wil give me space
in this world so unfair
and let my heart breathe again
from this darkness i own..
Siva Bhanga, 9 july 2012
Your face was one of the million faces on facebook
but you stopped my heart beat with that look
Can't say enough, I just think you are different
Love to talk to me and reply all the letters I sent
Who can do this but an angel
You might not understand but you make me humble
For you only I shall learn how to draw
To make a sketch of your pretty eyes and more
I have no option. Feelings seeping through my pores
I love you now and forever. Without remorse.
Maybe I am just another obsessed fool
But who will not like to be obsessed by you?
I am just a common Poet. Thats who I am
Accepting my fate. YOU. Amy Williams
Gert Strydom, 9 july 2012
(for A)
I
When I stand at the end of our love
that disappears as if the flame
of destiny determines our feelings
then you trample my humanity to its depths.
When that which we see as holy does go lost
it makes my wonder,
if we can find a place somewhere
without any suspicion
where things are peaceful and clear
where we both are stripped from others,
where you wait faithful
with every word and deed a small witness
that our feelings did not change
in the glittering night full of stars.
II
In the glittering night full of stars
I saw you for moments
held you tightly
with passion that could not wait,
you were mine through a summer day
as if you eternally true
would only keep to me
your eyes shone pretty like the stars
but now you are not there anymore
to reach for me,
and our time is past and forever finished,
the song of our lost love has finally been sung
and in the evenings I see your eyes gaze,
in the evenings the memories flare up.
III
In the evenings the memories flare up
with shining eyes full of deep meaning,
that which was between us was no secret
and the light of it circled out to others
but another came into our lives
making that which was pure and noble
trampled, lost and full of woe,
twisted away from all beauty,
broken to many pieces
and with painful suspicion and prayer
I wanted to spare our love from destruction,
I wanted our relationship to be restored,
wanted to rescue the beauty in its fullness;
I had to accept your free will.
IV
I had to accept your free will
and the feelings that we had
was suddenly broken and finished,
even the way we did live
but now I know that love does sometimes fail,
even when it’s seen as being eternal,
a person has sometimes got to experience pain
and heartache that falls like a lightning bolt
while that which was between us did perish
and I had to go on another way
that shines up to the highest heavens,
which God Himself sets out for me
and the break-up was your decision;
I wonder from where our love did come?
V
I wonder from where our love did come,
the feelings that once was between us
about the glittering eyes that met each other,
the beauty that almost was something Godly?
Somewhere that fire was distinguished,
was scorched, burnt to ashes,
you were infected by love for someone else
while you did leave me pain
and I wonder how your blushing cheeks,
the glittering fire in your eyes
could so easily catch me,
could bewitch me,
when your heart could despise me,
while that which was between us now fades.
VI
While that which was between us now fades.
to only broken memories,
into my lost ponderings
the branches of our spring is now sawn off
and the beauty did perish like it did please you,
with heartache that goes to the depths of the soul
and sometimes it feels as if this sadness goes wider,
as if these feelings go to other horizons
and the pain is like a falling drop
that in water circles out wider
and later the surface is without a crease
as it goes into oblivion
but memories do tell
you did once love me passionately.
VII
You did once love me passionately
with love in your eyes,
fire and electricity in every touch,
with the glory of rainbows
and now there is just scorn in your gaze
while I am a stranger,
while you are lost in the traps of life
and now you are wild like an animal
that preys and mangles and set selfish claims,
like a cat from hell that slyly steals upon me,
as if my love and tenderness does not count
as you sneak nearer with anger and destruction
but still life goes on at its time
when I stand at the end of our love
Gert Strydom, 9 july 2012
(for A)
Like a pretty rose that faded quite young
your sweet love for me had suddenly died
where with some withering leaves it did hung
and day after day and nights, I did cry
and now suddenly some twenty years on
while in loveliness you defiantly act
as if our youth is not already gone,
you want to turn the clockwork of time back,
still I am lonely the night is black.
Gert Strydom, 9 july 2012
(after Dorothy Parker, for A)
Right across the country from me
is the place that you call home,
a place where my spirit at times roam,
where you live in a kind of tranquillity.
Sometimes I do not know
how to put my feelings in words, to express
my utter loneliness
and at break of day and its end the horizon glows
in the place where you dwell
and under others skies
the day begins and dies
while of my thoughts I want you to tell
but maybe it’s much better
not to say anything,
not even to make your telephone ring
and never to write a letter.
[Reference: “Hearthside” by Dorothy Parker.]
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