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Gert Strydom, 13 october 2014
While the year does skeleton
While the year does skeleton,
hangs in this winter
there are sparrows, grey turacos
and doves catching my eyes
and from somewhere
a squadron of weavers suddenly do appear
that mob around
the seed that I had spread upon the lawn
like a hungry crowd out of the sky
and they sing exuberant
while they eat the treasure of food
and I know
that God does also just like this
stretch out His hand
with wonderful things that are in store for me.
Nipuni Shashirangani, 13 october 2014
The Cooling Breeze
The cooling breeze
Bring me the feeling of freshness
Carry away all my sorrows far away from me
Bring me the real beauty you see
Bring me
The evocation of morning sunlight
Calmness of the moon
Annoyance of the sun gleam
Peace of the moon light
Bring me
The pure beauty of a rose bud
Awake in the morning
The softness and tenderness
Roughness of a rock
Bring me
The buzz of the bees
Seeking honey
The tuneful tweet of the birds
Flying in the azure
Bring me
The attraction of the sunset
Quietness of the twilight
Glitter of stars
Twinkle in the sky
Bring me this real beauty
Everything you see
Carry away this loneliness
Far away from me
Nipuni Shashirangani, 13 october 2014
Footprints From Past
Many years later
When I returned
I was abandoned
Among the unseen faces before
When loneliness and isolation
Came to me
I walked to the past
Through the footprint of memories
I walked alone
Besides the by-ways
Remembering the joyful moments
Of our lives
My heart shouted
Saying their names
The names of my friends
Called upon them
But no one came to me
They had gone as the wind
Remained only memories in my mind
“The footprints from past”
Nipuni Shashirangani, 13 october 2014
The Place Where She Is
The place where she is
Brighten with the moonlight
Dark shadows surrounded everywhere
At the place where she is
The place where she is
Calm and quiet
Loneliness and isolation governs
But many are there
Dried leaves scattered besides the way
The night wind draws the path
By sweep them all away
To seek the place where she is
The miserable sound of an owl
That only breaks her silence
Can hear far away
From the place where she is
Protectors stand everywhere
Carrying the memories of beloved ones
Faded flowers have fallen around
At the place where she is
Satish Verma, 13 october 2014
DESPERADO
They slaughtered the icon in captivity
as an act of mercy.
To know the secret of madness
why people were falling on knees?
Outside a small narrative will give
creased excuses. The spilled blood
always instigates to drink from the fountain head
of sweet revenge.
A promise has to be fulfilled.
Death has seen the door,
it will come again.
On this day the maniacs, bipolars and schizophreniacs
will celebrate the independence day
and show their trophies of dried skulls.
Now the time has come.
Everybody wants to commit suicide
to become a saint.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 12 october 2014
PROMETHEUS? MON FRERE? ?
Why you think of reversing the wheels
when life has stopped moving?
The time has fled from your hands
and settled on the body of death.
You are not intact and whole inside.
Where the path betrayed us?
Broken windows let in the dirt, smut and
heat.
The winter will be harsh, barren and cold
One by one swallows have departed.
The pain in neck does not go
an astringent blast overpowers
you become giddy, stagger for a while
and then become blind.
Your tragedy is mine, we suffer
for the sake of light.
Satish Verma
Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 11 october 2014
She And You
(1/31/12 - 2/5/12)
She and You: how can I ever compare?
Or can I ever replace You with her?
For my heart sings softly when she is there
But my soul shouts praises when You are near.
For the presence of her makes me so weak;
She makes me as one on the ship: seasick
But her voice, though sweet, can't make me a wick
Nor can consume me like a burning stick.
But You, my Belov'd God, make my knees fall
And bow me low with the voice of Your call
For with Your majesty cries out my soul;
My heart sings loudly, 'Holy, Lord of All! '
O how I am delighted by her face
But she can't turn my heart filled with Your grace;
Yes, I loved her, but she can't take the space
Of my mind, outpouring with the Lord's praise!
Satish Verma, 11 october 2014
UBIQUITOUS BEING
I look at a slice of sky and weather
from the window of my sick room
tethered to the bed by depression.
Time has come. Somebody will lay me open.
Must I suffer with deep holes in buried mind
where tears have drenched the folds?
Everyday I burned my fingers in a
blast solely to test the truth, and for
reading the verse, rubbed my eyes with a
dream.
An imperfect wave struck at the legs,
wavered me for a minute and then washed away.
Sitting within tragedy rise a song, I
understand its fugitive moans, watch
the face, I am not a martyr but
an ubiquitous being.
Satish Verma
Tasha Young, 10 october 2014
"Who I truly am underneath"
Every day I try to be what everyone else wants to see fitting in just to win the acceptance of my peers.
Dressing up in disguise putting on a face that's not mine trapped in a mess of lies burying the truth inside.
Putting on a show playing a scripted role in this unknown world lost in without a role so out of control.
Sadden by the thought of me pretending to be something I'm not wishing that I could turn back the clock to a place where I could be notice me for me.
Dreaming for me to change the way people see me for something I'm not wanting to be wishing for people to finally see me for the person who I truly am underneath I'm just me… Just me.
I despise what lays deep inside its no surprise the fakeness that presides ignoring what I truly what not only for me but everyone who feels the same as me.
Wanting to so badly to be me no longer demanding for people expecting me to follow their lead no longer a drone like machine.
Setting examples, never giving up always persistent following the path that is meant for us a future that's waiting for us.
Completely ready to be who I am it's time to make the world understood to except me for what I am no longer afraid to take a stand.
No longer keeping the truth hidden within prepared to show what is real, what I am no more fakeness I'm to real for them the world better prepare I'm breaking down the door and rushing in for who I truly am underneath…oh-ho ya underneath I'm just being me… just wait and see.
The judgment of others and the rumors they believe the delusions they see so fake and so unseemly deceived.
Convulsively pressuring others to do their deeds no matter the damage they cause and how people are treat Just as long they remain the king's and queen's.
Systematically conceited translucent masks persuasive defense just pretending to be your friend.
I'm so done with all of it
Gert Strydom, 10 october 2014
At night the fragrances
At night the fragrances of jasmine
and lavender
comes in through the window
along with the love songs of the doves,
the moon hangs golden yellow
like a sunflower
and in the distance cars pass
and there are the noises
of ambulance and police sirens,
the hooting of a train
but you do lay hot and cosy against me
and the outside world passes us.
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21 january 2026
Przędąc słowem
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20 january 2026
ajw
Nieodżałowana strata. Dla mnie był Mistrzem.
20 january 2026
jeśli tylko
czyżby..
20 january 2026
bardzo smutno.. coraz mniej poezji..
20 january 2026
z dojrzałych śliwek to najlepsza cujka :)
20 january 2026
dojrzewają, jak ser..
20 january 2026
to efekt "optymalizacji" produkcji..
20 january 2026
Jaga
Końca nie widać, ale można ujrzeć początek.
20 january 2026
Żeby tylko Piotruś nie odmroził się przy
20 january 2026
sam53
... ale ciągle jest na wyciągnięcie ręki
20 january 2026
I sny się starzeją...
20 january 2026
Krówki miały smak i konsystencję krówek,
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