
Gert Strydom, 9 november 2015
I do love Africa
and although my predecessors
did pay with their blood
to be able to live here
there is no fear in me
even when shots were fired
as somewhere the signs of the white
is thundered into the ground
as if coming from heaven itself
and although some black rises
through the red-brown dust
and is present in drums
when indunas dance with their spears around fires
and although everywhere there are hungry people
that has been broken by poverty,
and people are praying for rain
while the desert is stretching wide
I still want to remain in my Africa
as after more than three hundred years
even if culture and language
leaves its own mark
we are without any colour
with the sand being blown by the same winds
and only people,
visitors to this
incredible continent
that does belong to all the children that she brings forth.
Satish Verma, 8 november 2015
A patch on my shirt
was growing.
I could not, because I did not
want to remove it.
I took everything, without choosing,
a flag of my territory fluttered
without wind.
Like a marooned kiss on fainted lips
cryless eyes.
The body fails, climacteric defeat evident.
A satellite crashes in midsky.
A star in waste was rising.
Multiple setbacks start,
like the botched transplant.
Thieves were active in dark alleys.
Kicked at slump bodies, like
sleeping on road.
I was always afraid of unknown.
Dean, 7 november 2015
I Can't Wait Til Xmas
I can't Wait To Feel The Atmosphere
And The Wonderful Cold
That Pricks Like Splinter In My Arms.
The Chilly Breeze
And Blissful Breeze
That Cold My Body
And Makes Me Scream Your Name.
My Lips Can't Wait To Reach For Your Cupid Lip
And Your Arms Round Me Like A Blanket On A Cold Nite.
I Feel So Blue
When I Think Of All These
Cuz It Takes My Memories Back To You
Dean, 7 november 2015
Can Destiny Gives Good Result To Our Love?
Can An Oath Guarantee That Our Love Is Real?
Can Spending Time Together And Been Apart Makes It Either Good Or Bad?
Can We Make Love And Never Want It To End?
Can We Vow To Our Heart And Stand On It?
Or Are We Just Blind By The Beauty That Lies In Our Hands?
Are We Just A Victims Of Another Breakup?
Or Are We Gonna Be The Best Couple Ever In The World? All These Questions IS On My Head Like A Crown Of Thorn
The Answers Are So Thick Like My Warm Blood
Rolling From My Head And Down To My Feet...
Gert Strydom, 6 november 2015
While everything is turning brown outside
and this winter is getting its grip
you are still
the most beautiful flower in my garden,
and your fragrance stays in my thoughts with me,
while I hear your voice
by playing your songs over and over again
and I wish that I could steal you,
could transplant to be here with me.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2015
At cultural opening of thin
layers of faith & consciousness,
a new breed of angels was
romping on our souls.
I suffered again for tiny spaces
between the thoughts.
Death cannot be intrusive.
It waits at the door of light.
The show will start when truth dies.
I go again for the reality of anticlimax,
the anxiety of endless flights into fantasies,
the hallucinations of falling trees.
Give me some space to pedal
the silken smoke of dark truths.
There was fire in my heart
and eternal burning
of a lake. I cared for tears,
the eerie memories.
The age-old pain of seeking
the liberation from twisted symbols,
simple measures of
finding a passage to unknown.
Joe Breunig, 5 november 2015
Can you look within your heart and see
the principles of The Word in operation?
Are you still joyful with your decision,
to accept Him and His gift of Salvation?
Do you share your Faith with others,
in the form of stories and testimonies?
Do you anticipate your arrival in Heaven
with God, as the master of ceremonies?
Is your trust in Christ secure, whereby
Faith in your soul, has been instilled?
Can you look within your heart and know
that His promises… will be fulfilled?
Author notes
Inspired by:
Josh 23:14
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2015, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 5 november 2015
It’s as if my whole life is breaking in pieces
and all around me I see some of the pieces lying
without the opportunity to do anything about it
as if the new government of the country
and destiny together
does tear my career apart
and from one contract to the next
I do jump
like pieces of a puzzle that are getting less
and when there are no more pieces
I am alone and extradited
as if nothing more
can fit into
my puzzle.
Gert Strydom, 4 november 2015
My small Jack Russell dog sniffs around
on the ground
to find something nice to eat
or some other kind of meat
and a paper blows in the wind
but it does not bother her at all
where she is standing over something small
Dean, 4 november 2015
I Felt The Magic In The Air As I Woke
To See The Cold Whether...
The Magic Is So Pure
When Your Voice Call Out My Name
And It's As Strong And Gently
As A Sound Of Nightingale In The Passage Of My Hear...
One Minute, My Heart Stopped
And Then It Works Like A Cuckoo Clock...
Cutie!!! I Know That's A Magic True Love
I'll Always Have You In My Heart
Cuz That's The Perfect Place For You
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