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Gert Strydom, 14 april 2016

Lord, only in Your footsteps (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

Lord, only in Your footsteps there is life for me
and Your life sets me free from all of my iniquity
but every day I do struggle and fall
to stay step upon step with Thee.

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Satish Verma, 14 april 2016

Edge Of Revenge

It was not like life.
I am worried,
they were hitting the womb.

Social support for surgery.
The hills were crying.
A ring of fog was disturbing.

The elements and spasticity.
Brain leaves a trail of acid.
They were killing the genes.

For the proud generator
over the deaf and dumb
lies the chanting crown.

Terror and the battle of garden,
edge of revenge
annihilates the light!

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Gert Strydom, 13 april 2016

On a night

An orange-red sickle moon hangs low
above the light speckled darkened land
while all of the neighbourhood is asleep
and thoughts do into my mind creep
when I hear great paws walking outside on the sand
and in my heart a speck of fear does grow

as if something unknown wants to from the darkness reach
and everything outside is not how it does appear
when there is a rattling at the pane and a violent scratch
and in the blue-white glow of a lighted match
an unknown black predatory form draws near
while far away the waves roll in and out on the beach.

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Satish Verma, 13 april 2016

Chastity

He turns, forgets the hollyhocks
tries to become human
accepts the stupidity.

When he could not help the hops
closed the door
and gave sermons.

A horny hooch
or judgement on honeydew
was tossed in dust-bin for integrity.

And deep in river
a crocodile dies
for underwater truth.

Chastity was in peril
tormented by creativity
of the underground.

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Renato N. Mascardo, 12 april 2016

oscine cantata

quiet
of daybreak torn
by a lone sparrow's trill
a matutinal song longing for
its mate

renato
12 april 2016

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Nesca, 12 april 2016

we could have

There was a chance.
A little one, it's in stitches now
but it smelled amazing.
Almost like the ocean.
I aborted that chance.
For us, for all of it.
Everything just so you can
make another fake promise.
For a new chance, a new cycle.

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Gert Strydom, 12 april 2016

Far too quickly time rushes on (Persian /Rubiyat quatrain)

Far too quickly time rushes on
and the happy days of youth are gone
and the company of your love does disappear
and you are the only lonely one

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Satish Verma, 12 april 2016

Tarantula

Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours
of life.
Up and down you were out of joint,
and your feet were not fastened to the ground.

Untainted a shrill voice prepares to rise
from the sullen men
huddled on the floor,
for the sad demise of a grand master.
The green truth was nowhere to be seen.

People are getting down for a feast
to invoke peace for the departed soul.

I am miserable,
cannot blast the fake ceremony.
Year after year the doomed city performs a ritual
for the coronation of a new king.

The sky is divided by domes, towers, minarets
and tall turrets.
cannot see the moon clearly at night

I reject the old abstractions
draw the ink from the blood
and paint a tarantula.

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Gert Strydom, 11 april 2016

Like any other person

Like any other person my hands are stained by Your blood
but every sin and my own will
and everything that can bring separation between us
are covered by Your wondrous blood.

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Satish Verma, 11 april 2016

Parthenogenesis

The way back it worked
the pretention,
the parthenogenesis.

Now we are lying
without any affair, in self-deception.
The belief has no walls.

The truth inside and the truth outside –
there is no placenta in between,
foetus dies in the womb.

Unpleading, immaculate, zen
bleeds in chips.
My god is lying dead.

My butterflies have gone,
perched on moon
I am looking for stars.

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Latest items:

poetry

Lord, only in Your footsteps (Persian / Rubiyat quatrain)

Edge Of Revenge

On a night

Chastity

oscine cantata

we could have

Far too quickly time rushes on (Persian /Rubiyat quatrain)

Tarantula

Like any other person

Parthenogenesis

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