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Satish Verma, 26 december 2014
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Fear of a mound,
tumbling down
on the half-buried, half dead
archives of desires, comes
like a stampede of hoops on my chest.
I lie alone in a desert of insanity.
From the sea of agony
one dropp of salted tear,
the title of a wasted life, brings
the blood stained truth.
I want to wash my eyes again.
To watch the autumn leaves falling
on impeccable stones
for forgiveness.
We were not the fruits.
A song of blind water
enters the earth
to kiss the roots,
foo giving liberation from
sun leaked night.
Satish Verma, 25 december 2014
FROM THE CHERRY BLOSSOMS
Not asking, was most difficult, from
the magma, to send a hot spring. It was
a classical translation of the pain in winter
of human spell, in a temple festival.
The space widens between us, between
our thighs and absences, while studing
the red roof of the landscape, where blood
had dripped from the cherry blossoms.
I say to mother earth, where the border
begins between your breasts and foeticide.
Warriors were becoming monks or priests
were learning the art to kill.
This road is not going anywhere.
The interval between matter and time
links to movement of grief. The ahead
is tomorrow under siege. Sun is refusing
to melt the snow on mountains.
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 december 2014
on goings and comings
in penduluming back
like autumn
leaves in free fall
the years have pirouetted down and
away/ the hegira was mainly mine to keep
the hurt colleted and at bay/
after all these years
i find
in penduluming
back that you still
are steadfast and true/ it was
i who have changed in the exodus of
my heart/ the hurt is gone
i am thankful you
are not//
renato
wednesday 24 december 2014
Gert Strydom, 24 december 2014
Tonight the sky is cloudless and clear
Tonight the sky is cloudless and clear,
the stars shine bright and Christmas is near
and on a night like this the Savior was born
and although some people know pain and fear
the world is waiting upon a bright new morn,
upon a dawn when God will come
to take His own people home
and in the distance I hear a truck shifting gear,
a car breaking and blowing its horn
and people act headstrong and stubborn,
as if the tread of this world is worn
and I wait upon the Son of man and God
to bring a end to death and iniquity
and wonder how long it will still be?
Gert Strydom, 24 december 2014
I want to love you more
I want to love you more
than contracts can bind
and in you I want to find more love
than this few words can say
and I want everything that happen between us
only to be free and natural,
to not only to bring memories but deeper meaning,
give colour to our existence
but much more than this
I want to build a life with you
without swallowing you up in it,
I want to embrace and hold you tight
and put every feeling into this gesture
and to know that you love me
pass time and experiences.
Gert Strydom, 24 december 2014
Sometimes I wonder if you know the Morse code
Sometimes I wonder if you know the Morse code
of my thoughts, my gestures
and even the meaning between the lines
that my words do broadcast
and if you carry it
as the clothing around your body?
Or if the dashes in my glances,
the dots of the times that I touch you
do leave sounds on your body?
Or are you too caught up in this old world
to notice anything
and is only when we do touch each other
that you are aware
of how much I really do love you?
Satish Verma, 24 december 2014
BLACK HOLE
Will you walk with me
on the banks of a silent and invisible river?
Not paleowater eating the earth
but a collider, flowing in conscience.
One more dip with epidural
to stay away from awakening,
to start climbing on the burning tower
of truth.
Planting lethal swords in the hands
of earthlings. The essence of memory,
throws counter-questions. Strange happenings.
I am afraid of a black hole.
Gert Strydom, 23 december 2014
That you are beautiful
That you are pretty
the whole world knows
but you do not really realize it
and it’s as if you do not know of your own beauty
and the glances in every other eye
you do continually miss
and how we feel about each other,
that we are destined to be together,
how deep our feelings are,
that our worlds do fall apart
when we are separate
no other person does really comprehend,
not even your family,
or your friends that are becoming more and more
or even the postman that are bringing you letters.
Gert Strydom, 23 december 2014
Morning
When the early morning rays
were caught in the sky
and it did look as if again
it would be a hot day
and the sun did change from red to white,
when trees did point fingers into the blue
and the fragrance of flowers
did hang like a cloak around you.
you did sit in the car with me
and your eyes did give away
numerous kisses.
Gert Strydom, 22 december 2014
A moment (Rubliw)
You look
in the mirror,
do wipe some stray hair right
and something is caught in the glance
as if the day depends on your own looks
and your glance moves away to me
in a short small moment
that lingers on
and on.
Latest comments:
21 november 2025
violetta
Och życie też przykuwa uwagę na coś niemądrego:)
21 november 2025
Piękne podziwianie:)
21 november 2025
Piękny
21 november 2025
Jaga
Takie sny na długie zimowe noce :)
21 november 2025
To jest rajska jabłoń, odmiana Czerwona Piękność,
21 november 2025
sam53
czy to nie berberys?
21 november 2025
Ja też, więc szybko zdjęłam, by utrwalić
21 november 2025
Dziękuję Wioletto :)
21 november 2025
Bezpowrotne boli bardziej.
20 november 2025
Śliczne igiełki:)
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Uwielbiam takie cuda:)
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wtedy radość podwójna :))
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