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Gert Strydom, 8 july 2014
Often I have wondered about destiny
Often I have wondered about destiny,
the thing that guards
that which is to be or not
and although God is omnipotent
I have realized that destiny
is not necessarily His will or His tool
and that we are living in a time of a savage war
between the forces of darkness
and those of good
that rages on
and I have realized that everything that hurts,
that destroys, that is full of pain and sin
comes from the side of evil darkness alone,
comes from somewhere where a caring living God is gone
and whenever trials and tribulations do come
there is already a way or an answer in place
in God’s amazing grace
while the side of darkness
only turns a warm loving
and giving heart to stone.
Satish Verma, 8 july 2014
ETERNITY
Pearl – drops
on your upper lip:
heat –
of a stand-off
between
inside and outside.
More spiritual
I become
forgetting
the black eye,
I want to go back
with empty hands.
My home
is far away,
doorless,
roofless,
where dark squints at the moon.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 8 july 2014
Wheel
Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel
and its twisting track reels right across
all things here in my small office,
over the words that inspire my poems,
my whole set of mind is disturbed,
thoughts are lost somewhere far away.
Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel
and its twisting track reels right across
the being of my life and my soul
as if it wants to derail right here
or cannot grant any mercy for which I beg,
not even at times when I kneel before God.
Destiny treads the metaphoric wheel
and its twisting track reels right across…
Gert Strydom, 7 july 2014
To lay next to you
To lay next to you
and to know that you do truly love me
when the lights of the stars appear in the dark night
have got great meaning when you do not say anything
and lay silent fingers upon my mouth
while I feel you heart beat,
are inside
and can have no consideration over you
when your eyes gleam like fires,
while we struggle gasping,
are caught in each other
and try to reach over the most distant horizon
while emotions gambol
and are caught in moments of pleasure.
Gert Strydom, 7 july 2014
If you look at a mountain
If you look from nearby at a mountain
the peaks are hard and grey
but still it is as if the rough rocks hold a naked power
and you see the green plantation at the foot of it,
eagles that turn up high and suddenly decent
and when you look still near at such a place
then you see small animals clinging to rocks
and everything about you is overgrown and green
but from too near you lose the whole
that from a distance is picture perfect
and you do not see the peaks gleaming white against the sky,
how shadows play with the slopes
that now and then disappears in clouds of fog
and all of these things bring me back to the Creator.
Gert Strydom, 7 july 2014
At the beginning of winter
At the beginning of winter
I have witnessed black frost
in sunny South Africa
destroying perennial plants,
have seen geraniums, margarets,
daisies and gazanias
that was in full flower
wilt at the bud
and I wonder if man is experimenting
with the atmosphere
and if the seasons
and all of nature is changing
by his mortal hand
and what the omnipotent God
who sets the treasure troves of the rain and hail
thinks of this?
Satish Verma, 7 july 2014
CHESSBOARD
dark matters are floating
like bowls made of leaves
spilling hunger, make me upset, figures moving
like ghosts wrenching out the fish plates
from rails, nothing will move now except
the eyebrows of stone faces, bodhisattvas
sitting in scorching sun, unshaven, crosslegged
waiting for realization to come, not to
them but tormentors, a milky way in ever
night, the dry wind slaps on the faces
to remind them not to sleep, the shade
of the Cacti and Acacia seldom stubborn
to give you the shadow of the blades, the
sun ultimately compresses you in the
waist- high grass of death trap.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 july 2014
SYMPHONY
I have dipped my fingers
in the blood of the victim
and asked for the version of the surgeon.
The precocious death?
Do I need another witness?
Who was trapped under the fallen tree?
Only the passer - by was hit
not the bulldozer
which comes from the palace.
After the rain, tortoises will come out,
parrots will be shot down
without any qualms.
Molten lava flows on the thighs.
I come before the symphony and shout:
our homes are burning.
Satish Verma
TOUFIQ UL ALAM, 5 july 2014
A Tribute to 'The Ball'
Assortment of colors,
Yellow outshining all.
Faces- old and young,
Ladies and Gentlemen.
Perhaps a ball is at hand?
Magnificent Wavy frills waist-down,
Shades of yellow playing hide and seek,
An ornamented gown,
Beautifying a charming Dame,
A Yellow peacock opens its tail!
Arms in lock,
Those fickle two eyes,
Searches where their loyalty lies,
Anxious to charm,
Or to be charmed?
Betrayed Attention,
In the stagnant air,
Of this ecstatic ball room.
Yellow intentions,
Gasping breath and already charmed.
Monsieur James Tissot,
Did you draw Madame Bovary?
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violetta
Warto rozpalać;)
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Aczkolwiek obojętne, ale lubię ten nastrój:)
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Skrzydlatych jest wielu, a skrzydełka różnobarwne.
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Przedsmak białych świąt.
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Całkiem niezła ta podpałka.
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na głodzie, to nawet jak się tli, to się pali...
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Świetny wiersz, pełen sugestywnych, otwierających
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Tli.
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z nazwy wynika, że to karma aniołów...:))
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zanurzyć w tym stopy i umrzeć...:))
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Och życie też przykuwa uwagę na coś niemądrego:)
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Piękne podziwianie:)
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