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Gert Strydom, 3 october 2014
Precautionary measures
(After Elizabeth Eybers)
To live unhindered in your house
you only need to get two good guard dogs
and the postman keeps his arm out of your yard
and every salesman will go past,
even religious zealots that want to convert you
only test their luck once
and those that pillage, plunder, poach, rob and dirty vagrants
are immediately warded off
and blessed you are in your own house,
baking what ever you want in your kitchen
when all knocking evils keep past
and do not know when you are at home
but when the angel of death comes home
then nothing stops him.
[Reference: “Voorsorg” (Precaution) by Elisabeth Eybers.]
Gert Strydom, 3 october 2014
Picking a geranium
She went into a rain shower
picked a geranium-flower
was in a kind of festive mood
and from getting wet it did her no good.
Drops of water trailed to her bed
and that flower was very red,
while outside thunder fell with a blast
with drops pattering against the window glass.
At first it was such a sunny day
and through it she was happy and gay,
but now she came to me still merrily
and very wet she kissed me
and all thoughts of the flower was lost
even if she got it at some cost.
Satish Verma, 3 october 2014
INTERPOLATIONS
It was the hiatus
that underlying silence
of which I was hearing the voices.
There was nothing left to be said.
I wanted to levitate in void
to unlearn what I understood.
Why the distance interpolates
between the guilt and acceptance?
Leaves are falling in different colors.
Time avenges, burns the grass,
the lips, the retina,
the black walls and white numbers.
Inner peace will return
on the ashes of fallen trees.
Life will resume another journey.
Satish Verma
Joe Breunig, 2 october 2014
Pity Party of One -or- I Never Got His Name
Last Saturday, I took an empty seat
on a park bench, with book in hand.
Feeling sorry for myself, I failed-
to notice others on this public land.
Disillusioned with life’s loneliness,
my heart and face both wore sad frowns.
From my perspective, this world was…
insistent on dragging my weary soul down.
While my inner sadness wasn’t enough,
to completely complement my pitiful day,
I was approached by a breathless boy,
who had taken time to rest from his play.
With unexpected exuberance, he spoke
to me, with his head oddly, tilted down,
as he shared an unwanted gift with me-
"Look at this flower, I’ve just found!"
Though all of its petals were badly worn,
I could tell, it had been a supple rose;
my spirit, desired only misery’s company
and not his presence of disheveled clothes.
I hoped that he would take his treasure
and leave- in search of solitary play;
so I imitated my finest, insincere smile
and intentionally shifted my gaze away.
Instead of retreating, he sat beside me.
“My flower is scented and beautiful too;
thanks for being my newest friend today,
for I picked this, especially for you.”
Patiently waiting, with tiny hands extended,
he presented the remnant of his dead weed;
I knew I had to take it, to induce his leave-
so I sarcastically replied "Just what I need."
Without an explanation, he held it mid-air;
then I finally noticed, for the first time,
that this happy, gift-toting child was blind
and I’m left more speechless than a boxed mime.
Thanking him with a repentant, quivering voice,
my streaming tears shone brightly like the sun;
while I managed to express some real gratitude,
I acknowledged that he had chosen the “best one”.
Unaware of the powerful impact that he had on me,
he smiled and joyfully slid down off our bench;
then he wandered off, as quickly as he could-
with a second, dead rose that he lovingly clenched.
So I was stunned, wondering how he managed to see
this woman drowning in her self-indulgent plight.
Through his blindness, I saw that the problem was me;
by his heart action, he blessed me with true sight.
From this moment, I vow to change and see beauty
in life and appreciate every second that's mine.
Therefore, I’ve decided to move forward with purpose,
for I can’t allow my fragile heart to remain blind.
And even now, I’m becoming emotionally overwhelmed
with this unexpected flood of tear-filled shame.
In retrospect, my manners were severely lacking:
for I neglected to ask- this earth-angel… his name.
Author Notes
Inspired by:
2 Cor 4:3-4; 2 Pet 3:9; John 20:29
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://amzn.to/1ffo9YZ
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2014, All rights reserved.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2014
In each day’s silent need (Italian sonnet)
In each day’s silent need
I do love you to the capacity
that the love of a man for a woman could be
and in every word and deed
far past the utmost places where feelings go, indeed,
far past earthly yearnings with sagacity
you are far more than just dear to me
and I love you with a child’s kind of creed
with the kind of hope and faith that you
do notice that with every breath
and every thing that is in my might,
in all the things that I say and do,
even beyond the limitations of death,
I do love you even when all things are out of sight.
Gert Strydom, 2 october 2014
Despair
I did long the most for your love
and almost all in my power I did
for something more than the sparkle in your eyes
as if everything in life just depends on you
but now in hopelessness you make me afraid
and I am full of pain and utterly distressed
when you act as if I come with a kind of inability
but still I yearn for you in the passing of each day
and I am still trapped in you,
you that is far more than just dear to me
and sometimes I wonder how you can love me
when at times I fear your harsh words and actions,
when you act like an angel of darkness
but still I do love you where you lie here next to me.
Satish Verma, 2 october 2014
HYPNOSIS
That intense pleasure at the height of negation
haunts me
from the sense of weightlessness.
In praise of complaints I sacrifice my anger.
Sanity demands an explanation
for the grieved flowers
who assembled for a wreath.
The window will not betray the sun.
Prodigal sunshine will come back
to face the arrest.
The prism breaks the charm
flings off the clouds of flirting winds
and removes the veils from the eyes.
Satish Verma
RemPul, 1 october 2014
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No longer reaching with my sight
I can touch you with hand
tongue leg knee
in continuous pursuit of warmth or chill
from shut eyes to cockcrow
life in hourglass sheets
folds to us reality in lumps of dream
and just the scent of your skin
stands as my world
I know
I will not be destroyed
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2014
The curving world’s edge (Passion Sonnet)
Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs covering over us, in it’s deep blue
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I
like something precious with a prefect hue,
as the presence of things pure and true
and over our own structures of love
like something precious with a prefect hue,
there is nothing shadowed from above.
Like something precious with a prefect hue,
the presence of the Eternal One
of every great thing that we can pursue,
we find ourselves imaged in His tone
Sometimes the vast protecting sapphire sky
hangs somewhat sheltering over you and I.
Gert Strydom, 1 october 2014
At times we are only set on passing (American sonnet)
At times we are only set on passing,
without any place to stop or call home
and then we miss the smallest little things,
while it feels as if we do not belong,
as we are set, forever more to roam
as if we hear faint whisperings among
a myriad of people, with dusty loam
that sticks and clings to our very feet
and then we miss the small bird’s happy song,
see unfamiliar faces in those we meet,
in life we are constantly swept along,
as if the ocean has only some foam
and to it there is nothing really sweet,
at times we are only set on passing.
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