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Gert Strydom, 3 december 2014

When we do meet again (Rubliw)

When we
do meet again
in a week or a month
it will seem as if forever
has set its mark and each kiss does remain
when we again are together
but the being apart
did tear the heart
in two.

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Gert Strydom, 3 december 2014

Again some tears will fall (Rubliw)

Again
some tears will fall
like great fountains of rain
and words and deeds even though small
will have an impact on the inner heart
and where we do both live apart
we will know the great pain
separation
does bring.

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Satish Verma, 3 december 2014

DOLPHINS

Sometimes I will meet myself
in an unlikely spot
to tie the loose ends of fugitive life.
Run, run I used to tell
my blisters,
you are caught in a bushfire.

I will say, take hold of the moon
and start wiping the stains.
The antelopes, the trees, the rocks
will keep your footmarks alive.

What a crazy idea, I will think
to pretend to be happy.
Gods are sleeping,
vault is broken
and priest has become a thief.

A jab in my back, I am bleeding.
Why not a meaningless word,
a painless wound
would play like dolphins
in my tranquil sea?

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 2 december 2014

When the last tears are spent

When the last tears are spent
and the missing grows too much
and all of the well and loving wishes are sent
and every grief and grouch

has faded to oblivion
then still you will be in my thoughts
while I do pray for a Zion
with you in it and that which I do sought

and for everlasting love and trust
and for a life that is worth living
and in heaven a place for the just
and an everlasting spring

but now we are broken
and our sorrow and pain remain unspoken.

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Gert Strydom, 2 december 2014

Surfing the ultimate wave (Rubliw)

We will
seek the great thrill,
surf in hurricane waves
experience the surf, the swell
with all our fears tossed away to hell,
and all of us will be past brave
our small party of men
will try again
with skill.

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Satish Verma, 2 december 2014

MOVEMENTS

you bring pink roses everyday
from nowhere

with an oblique smile,
some questions have remained unanswered

when I plunge in silence
you won’t stop talking

anger is its own failure
for breaking the door

where was the need for honour
killing of flesh

I will come out of the oblivion
once you pray for the retreat

time was running out for the sky
tornado has started moving

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014

Being green

At the starting of the Angola Civil war
during December 1975 a armoured car
of battle group X-Ray attacked the enemy
in the town of Lobito who did run away and flee

and the commander of the Eland-90 armoured car
got instructions to be part of the stopper group
on the enemy’s escape route
and stopped the armoured car
in the middle of the road
on top of a small hill
in the turret under position

when Unita joined in and looted the town
and a little 1200-Datsun approaching at full speed
and the crew commander jumped down
shouted at the breaking car not to proceed

and when it got to a halt told the occupants
(who consisted of three enemy officers and a Cuban)
calmly in Afrikaans to reverse
as the armoured car’s main weapon
cannot shoot at such a short distance
and took his position again
in the crew commander’s hatch

and the men were young and green,
exploding RPG-rockets had never been seen
and a swoosh sound was heard and a loud bang
that was so close that it made their ears sang

and Unita captain Johnny Cappella did shout:
“har pee gee” over and over again,
and unexpectedly it started to rain,
the people in the car realized there was no way out

and the little Datsun reversed and turned around,
caught speed spraying mud and lots of ground
but calmly the armoured car’s gunner took a HE 90 shot
and the little car exploded with a thunderous sound.

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Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014

Breathless (Rubliw)

Breathless
you do leave me
under a pale blue sky.
With a glance of your eye
I do float without any gravity
and I wonder what does remain
of how we were before
as loving is
like this.

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Satish Verma, 1 december 2014

JOTTINGS

there was a tree rose
piercing me and killing me, I thought
it was cheating on me after the sunset
when moon was walking alone

you know what is love
we think different things at the same time
but we are always alone, you do not think,
I think about my god, saying a prayer

to unknow him or keep him alive
he has a debt to pay me back because
I created him what cosmologist would
say was an accident

somebody comes with a strange version
I say, a transgender was also entitled
for his or hers right to love, may be
marrying a deity one day and have free sex

what were you saying about the bait, now
a hapless buffalo will be tied with a rope
put up on a rough terrain to invite the
lion to pounce and make a kill for the benefit of visitors

I am perplexed, do not want to talk,
will watch the moon again, sailing
silently across the blue starry sky
throwing the shadow of dew on my eyes.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 1 december 2014

My love (Rubliw)

My love,
no other women
has moved me like you do
and you bring possibilities
of what true love is supposed to be
and fuel my innermost passion
with feelings that are true
and real bliss is
like this.

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Latest items:

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When we do meet again (Rubliw)

Again some tears will fall (Rubliw)

DOLPHINS

When the last tears are spent

Surfing the ultimate wave (Rubliw)

MOVEMENTS

Being green

Breathless (Rubliw)

JOTTINGS

My love (Rubliw)

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