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Esther Thornburg, 21 august 2014

Let Bounty Stay

Springtime and harvest will always be.
It may bring bounty for you and me.
The gardener's hands meet the demands.
They prepare the bounty of the land.

If you wish to travel abundance way.
Learn to garden and to stay.
The oldest profession is still here today.
Plants and herbs do find their way.

Plants prepare the nutrients from the soil.
The same soil formed you to toil.
Care for the labors of the day.
Prepare a bounty, let it stay.

There is joy in garden ways.
Learn the wonders it displays.
They are in gardens big and small.
Place a pot on the window sill.

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Gert Strydom, 20 august 2014

Salome (Rubiyat sonnet)

With her long legs continually flashing,
on her small heel and toe she is dancing
keeping perfectly to the banging rhythm
in passing smiling sweetly at the king.

Past she dances again, smiles, laughs and turn,
the king watches while he is taciturn
with her skirt rising in loveliness
while brightly blazing, flaming torches burn,

to the men, the king the dance ends too soon,
while outside hangs a tiny sickle moon,
she is asked to dance once more,
to dance flirting and to ask for a boon.

In sheer pristine beauty she stands tall,
asks for the head of a holy man to fall.

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Gert Strydom, 20 august 2014

When I hold you tightly against me

There is companionship and trust between us
when I embrace you tightly against me,
I am aware of your heartbeat
and it’s as if that moment holds something deeper

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Ailill, 20 august 2014

Fading into the Rain

Witnessing another side of life
Feeling it in my bones
Remembering what I left behind
Didn’t ask to die alone

Want to forget I keep on dying
a little more every day
but in winds of fate, no denying
The toll we all got to pay

This body, a wilting flower
Will I rise to see the dawn?
Clock ticks toward witching hour
With so much undone

Released from this limbo world
a light shines through the doorway
Shades of this passing side show
fade into the rain

Pouring myself some burgundy wine
Into this cup of bitterness
A couple sips to quiet this troubled mind
Into sweet forgetfulness

Promise me just one last dance
I’m feeling a second wind
Begging for a second chance
Need to tie up some loose ends

This dance is leaving me breathless
Raise that bar a little more
Don’t feed me to the wine press
Got to get back to where I was before

Released from this limbo world
a light shines through the doorway
Shades of this passing side show
fade into the rain

Fading into the rain...

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Esther Thornburg, 19 august 2014

Somewhere

In the channels of the mind
There may be untapped abilities to find.
Why leave a stone unturned?
Review the materials learned.

What did it really say?
Did it explain the way?
Did it anticipaste tomorrow's day?
Did it send a problem away?

Give the day another thought.
Make it a portion of your lot.
It may need help right on the spot.
Share with others what you have got.

Save the enjoys along the way.
Seal a few in memorys stay.
Let them add to life's display.
Seek the ways of fair play.

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Yehoshua ben Peleh Shim'onai, 19 august 2014

I See Art

I see art in a canvas -
A painting of colors and contrasts -
Red, yellow and blue in sight
And black and white to shade and to light;
With hues blending together
All singled in one picture,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One painting - colors in unity.

I see art in a love song -
Words and letters in aesthetic throng-
With notes of sharpness and bass,
Each sound tuned with a musical grace;
With the heart, orchestrated
The notes and letters scripted,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One music - lyrics in unity.

I see art in a statue -
A piece of surfaces: flat and skew -
With curves carved by the sculptor
And angles modeled to show vigor;
With its limbs and its torso
Like a work of Donato,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One image - textures in unity.

I see art in a living -
Tissues and blood together clinging -
All minute cells so complexed
And organs that made healers perplexed;
With veins and a fistful heart
And systems doing their part
I see a beautiful harmony:
One creature - organs in unity.

I see art in the nature -
Lovely piece of God's architecture -
The lifeless and biotics
In the deepest depths and highest peaks;
With all creatures in motion
And all things of creation,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One earth - the whole world in unity.

I see art in Adam's race -
In every color, beauty displays -
'Tis pluribus e unum
Yet all unique in form and verbum;
With all the differences
Reconciled by friendliness,
I see a beautiful harmony:
One human race - men in unity!

- 8/19/14, 6 am
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-see-art/

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Gert Strydom, 19 august 2014

If I have to think God to be female (Sicilian septet)

(in answer to John Agard)

If I have to think God to be female
for all the beautiful things He did create
for big rainbows that are bright and not pale
for love that is something astounding great
then probably I would be drunk with ale
while to blasphemy Him I could not wait;
in the Word He declares to be male

[Reference: “Rainbow” by John Agard.]

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Gert Strydom, 19 august 2014

Lazarus arising (Sicilian septet)

I have been told by a young mortician
about a very strange odd incident
where declared dead by a physician
as a corpse to the mortuary went.
An old to death drugged local musician
unzipped the body-bag, did anger vent,
his language was not anything Christian.

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Gert Strydom, 19 august 2014

While in a loving embrace you touch me (Envelope couplet sestets)

While in a loving embrace you touch me
between us there is a kind of tranquillity,
while I see the beauty of you kind face,
between our mouths there is little space
in your shining eyes some longing I see,
while in a loving embrace you touch me.

While in a loving embrace you touch me
this moment is how life is supposed to be
while almost intimately we stand together
barely touching, barely caressing each other
and from all whims and worries we are free,
while in a loving embrace you touch me.

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Satish Verma, 19 august 2014

SELF- ANNIHILATION

The other side of life behind the barbed
future
where they were seeking gratifications,
I was entering the past, without pretention.

Time will cleanse the mutation. I will
be breaking the god's boundaries. A theme
of nobility has lot of troubles.
If I were poaching on death, that was unintentional,
life seeks a revenge on being denied
a place in sun. I will drink my own
pain.
My ashes are not meant for praise
They are to be strewn around on hills
whom I could not climb.

Only the fragrance of wild flowers will
bring back that cool goodbye.

Satish Verma

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Let Bounty Stay

Salome (Rubiyat sonnet)

When I hold you tightly against me

Fading into the Rain

Somewhere

I See Art

If I have to think God to be female (Sicilian septet)

Lazarus arising (Sicilian septet)

While in a loving embrace you touch me (Envelope couplet sestets)

SELF- ANNIHILATION

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