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Gert Strydom, 11 march 2014

I live for her (English sonnet)

I live for her and help her constantly in many ways
and unreckoned passes every second of time
as if there is only pain coming to all my days
and as if to nothing there is reason and rhyme

while right through each day and each night
I try to make her happy
but my world remains in darkness with no light
and she acts as if she does not even know me,

as if the end of our time together is near,
as if the coming chilly winter will be endless
while I do anything that I can to hold her dear
as if simple words and actions could heal this

while I see no action, word or sign
that she wants to remain mine.

© Gert Strydom

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Gert Strydom, 11 march 2014

I live for her (English sonnet)

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Satish Verma, 11 march 2014

ONLY BEING

Walking the path with otherness;
not achieving anything,
I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline
to join the gods of a crowd. So that
my sun, remains shadowless.

No, it is not the final verdict.
I was always incomplete, unburdening
my cipher, failing against the blood
that demanded uninterrupted flow, blending
right and wrong. My words were too much

to say No. The melting snow remembered
the names of the trees. On the breast of
earth a signature theme plucks the
grass to make way for the rose beds. This
makes no secret of betrayal.

Less prudent, I blunder, try to untie myself
from future, and become little me, playing
with the mask of present, carrying my blankness
to become hungry again, for the knowledge
which was never my fatal being.

Satish Verma

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Greg, 10 march 2014

Let's Love Let's Die

Its hard not being at the festivals
Not swimming in the seas of love
And general good vibes
That permeate the trees
Whispering oh so softly
“I am the tonality that will make you deaf
And bring death to your ego
So, if only for a passing moment,
You may frolic in joy
And rest assured that there is nothing to rest from”

“You are the eternal form my child
The vapid check has none against you
Bloom forth, and there shall be none to stop
Your romanticizing of everything”
For once again, with an object of endearment
I have tried to trap it in my cell
Of thought and nervous tapestry
That deadens love and brings form to effulgence

Its hard not being at the festivals
And not among the crowd, when not
The world strikes me as awfully cold
And quite dim apart from those joyous lands
Sixteen shades grow from my fingers
To feel the life that evaporates
And caresses the beauty
Of all pervasive language
Stumbling up like a helicopter into
The black night
Climbing over toad stricken stools
And rampant drug brigades
Fight down and hammer home
The relinquished energetic field
Bring light into the patch-work
And shed joy into the crevice

One valley then another
Atop cyanide pained cremation
As one person takes a step
And another does to
In synchronic hope
Tripping each other
I can feel it on my finger tips
The world being peeled away from
By noticing my finger tips
Goodbye
The world has become self-aware
Is sterile
Is dead

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Greg, 10 march 2014

Cyclic

Beauty is death
I strive for the hideous
The peculiar the ugly
That which discloses only itself
May the golden drapes
On the infested wounds
Sour like curdled cream
Bury vacant in the lots
Of abandoned hopes
And lost dreams
That only were bandaids
On an aching heart
But now
Let me ache free
Be tormented in public
And not hide my wretched face
Behind a façade of wretchedness

Clean the glass dome
That capitulates anarchy
Into the senator’s home
That relinquishes from tyranny
Every god damn covenant
Residing silently like the snake
That told the whore
To eat the apples
And set her free
From the love of God
To toil and love in the fields of herself
To know the beauty of pain
The lush vegetation of torrential hatred
And torment so traumatic
That it could only manifest
In the coming into life
Of a new born
Naked and free
And secure
Ripped from the cortical vertex of intimacy
To bleed out into the world
And lay helpless on the table
To be taken care of
By that ugly wench that rejected him in the first place

To be born is to die
To suffer the ultimate rejection
So eat nothing and contaminate
The pond
For when one song is over
Another is beginning
And the cycle goes on….

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Insatiable Sohail, 10 march 2014

Appeal towards Almighty

O Almighty !
You have given me a lot.
I am greedy,
That's why,I am never content
with what I get.

I am a poor beggar
and so when I beg to you
don't send me back with an empty hand
and free me from my heartbreaking pains
which cannot be shared.

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Satish Verma, 10 march 2014

PINK EYES

Pigments on rocks were darkening.
Violence had permeated like skunk.
Enough to go numb. Stream of blood.
Entire limbs were missing. You want to go
insane, deoxygenated.

The bomber was going to face a firing squad.
Were you ready to bring back the body
home? Mother was wailing?
Law was blind and absurd. A victim wants
the terrorist to live, arms severed, genitalia
blown off!

Was it in you, the violence? Guilt in me?
Are we not responsible? As a price of sorrow
I resort to silence. Nonviolence accepts the evil,
the fact, the truth of now.

Fear? The decline? A collective dying? I
cannot cry. It hurts the arguments. I am
red and bruised. Will not survive the sunset.
The subsequent years are bleeding.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 10 march 2014

I still want to know that you do love me

I still want to know that you do love me
even when at times I must ask forgiveness
and when I am weak in the days of old age
I still want to look into your eyes
and know how true love does look.

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Bob Gotti, 9 march 2014

Where Do They Stand?

Where do those, whom we know, stand with God when it’s time to go?
Where do they stand with Jesus Christ, in the matter of death and life?
I am speaking of death and life eternally, one or the other all shall see,
They may be your family or a friend; are they ready for their life’s end?

Am I doing my best for Jesus Christ, as His witnesses while in the life?
Being salt and light every day, to point friends and family to The Way?
The Only Way to God’s Salvation, revealed to men through Revelation,
The words, from God to everyone, to point all men to God’s Only Son.

Some may know about The Lord, but His Truth, by them goes ignored,
For them with the Bible seldom read, they lean on what men have said,
Some do not even go to church, but, in the pew of opinion they perch,
With opinions not against you or I, but they oppose God from on high.

They need their eyes to be opened by, The Spirit of God from on high,
The Lord must also open their heart, to accept His Truth that we impart,
For people still need the Lord today, this, no matter what they may say.
For everyone is a sinner my friend, and faces God come this life’s end.

So pray to God for those we know, for doors through which we can go,
In order to create a conversation, about Jesus Christ and His Salvation;
For The Truth of God they need to face, while it’s still the Age of Grace,
So, they can embrace Jesus Christ, to have the promise of Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©03/2014 Bob Gotti)

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Bob Gotti, 9 march 2014

Don’t Leave Without Him

Don’t leave without the Lord Jesus, when life on this earth ceases,
You need to know Jesus friend, before your life comes to an end,
Death on this earth brings a new; an eternity, for both me and you,
One with The Lord God forever; or one where you’ll see Him never.

All need to know, He Who came, and life, shall never be the same,
He, Who came to save your soul, from the penalty of Adam’s fall,
He, Who bore God’s righteous wrath, to put us on a different path,
A path which leads to Eternal Life, through The Lord, Jesus Christ.

God’s Eternal Truth, all should heed, for Jesus Christ, all will need,
Hearing this Truth, some may scoff; while others, simply put it off,
Saying I don’t need Christ now, but, maybe another day somehow,
However, if you wait too long, you will be singing a different song.

Everyone will experience eternity; difference is which side you see.
Some shall enter Heavenly Bliss, a place that many souls will miss,
For others will see a darker side, because God’s Truth they denied.
Heaven or Hell, all shall choose, one choice you win, one you lose,

The fact Jesus Christ already won, a place in Heaven for everyone,
Who, embraces as Savior, Christ, while on earth, you still have life,
For believers Christ gained victory, over Hell and death on Calvary,
Today if Christ you truly embrace, Heaven shall be your final place.

(Copyright ©04/2011 Bob Gotti)

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I live for her (English sonnet)

I live for her (English sonnet)

ONLY BEING

Let's Love Let's Die

Cyclic

Appeal towards Almighty

PINK EYES

I still want to know that you do love me

Where Do They Stand?

Don’t Leave Without Him

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