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Gert Strydom, 18 august 2014

Come joyful sun (Novelinee)

Come joyful sun and shine brightly upon
the gloomy, cold and rainy winter chill
until every mark of winter is gone,
let flowers bloom at my house on the hill,
bring the dainty, lively and lovely spring
let bright wild flowers everywhere appear,
birds sing; butterflies fly on each small wing,
as if once more creation is drawing near,
while the skies are dark blue and crystal clear.

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Gert Strydom, 18 august 2014

Since the first morning light

Since the first morning light you were up and gone
and I thought of last night as the day moved on
and voiceless between us sweet emotions remain
while through the day we both do toil alone

yet in the late afternoon you will return to me,
very soon your smiling bright face I will see
and I wonder if other couples
are also with each other’s company so very happy?

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Satish Verma, 18 august 2014

NON - DUALITY

I watched helplessly, my body being taken away
limb by limb
Life was becoming meaningless for the keeper.

So much chaos and fear. Flash and shadows
will not coexist in the same house.
Salt was diminishing day by day
and tasteless was cyanide.

You start beginning to understand,
death was not the key.
You have to ask for living without insult to Why.

How far you will go on the bridge?
River flows tumultuously under the feet.
All around a smell of burning flesh.
The spark was igniting internally.

I was water and I was stone.
Years were passing away without remorse
hiding the death of human spirit.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 17 august 2014

A GREEK TRAGEDY

Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees.
Stoically I rode on the wings of pain,
to watch the descending values.

A timeless truth separates the charm from lies,
and I long for the generosity of past
which could connect us to future.

A flame burns the eyes.
When we took the wrong road?
Still the fever is rising.

Gods sneak into our affairs.
A firebird flies in the space with long span of shadow,
the helpless victim lies in wait, to be dispatched.

Satish Verma

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Morgan, 16 august 2014

Burial At Sea

Into the purple sea, feet first
along the whales back
stuck with barnacles and whorled worms
slips the man from the boat
who used to be a priest, then a rabbi,
buttoning his mackintosh.

ker-splash!

The whale glides off, laughing and spouting
the boat drifts off, the sun goes off.
the atolls drift and shift. The sky popsickles green.
'Isn't it lovely', sputters the man
(who has lost his stove pipe) emerging
back into air. 'Isn't it lovely'?

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Morgan, 16 august 2014

Mood

Lovely new good mood
you visit me like a floppy cloud
filled with warm rain

blown to land's end
and half-way back:
tumulus of cumulus, off lit.

Squarish in my mind you sit
unpeeled like an orange:
gold suffusing blue,

vanishing, twinkling into view
like a chunk of dry ice
subliming by your own rules.

New and presently blue
you leap for the sun like Pegasus
yet bit by bit, you too,

will go, that I know is true,
for no one can hold you
when your cords undo,

and off you'll go like a helium balloon
to the moon, to whom your elated
to be distantly related.

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Morgan, 16 august 2014

Obit For A French Restaurant

Florent, Florent
that it should pass
your manic grin
helas, helas
Florent, Florent
then so now, now so then
Florent--
To a boy from Astoria
A pretty good restaurant:
Florent,
Sic transit gloria.

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Morgan, 16 august 2014

When

When I sweat the big sweat
shudder, die and descend
to the Stygian shore
(which may look a lot like the Hudson,
only darker sliding)
I will quickly locate the ferry gate
and, after only a little wait
offer its famous boatman a poem
swearing it my only fare.

Then, I bet, he'll sniff 'what's this for'?
(having known every past form of coercion)
shake it out briefly, and moving his lips
begin to read, leaning on his oar.

I further expect, as he reads, to see brightening
his tired eyes, and a smile
lighten his dour face;
that, finishing the now-damp poem,
he'll look me appraisingly up and down,
sigh, tip cap and say:

'All aboard, sir, there's a seat for you here--
Estimable shade, your table is waiting,
people are expecting you there,
on the other side.
No one said you'd be coming today--
How's the weather up there, anyway?
I do sincerely hope you'll enjoy your stay
with us, here, and find everything here to your liking'.

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Morgan, 16 august 2014

Song

The way your gaze
runs 'round the room
and lights on me
and not by accident
I dare assume

Makes my heart
pick up its pace,
skip and...why
it might be said
to even race.

In my bad ear
a crackle of static
makes me wonder
whether something's up
in this old attic

And makes me for
the moment sure
I have not lingered
far too long
at this here fair;

So that in spite
of ruin and wrack
I can't be blamed
if I reflect
and send it back.

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Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI, 16 august 2014

What Species of Humanity Are You?

What species of humanity are you?
Whatever kind you are, you don't worry us.

According to hearsay
you were willing to lay your hands
on small items
deposited by my mother
to the communal account,
close to a bank.
I know that since its existence
Istanbul has changed others.
Some who have gone there wearing worn down shoes
have returned in high heels.
You continue to brush its streets with your skirt.
Mirrors do not show what really happens.

Ah, yes, you forget so quickly
the dusty streets of the sub-prefecture
of your childhood.
This ruse is your currency of the moment.
I know you.
You have swindled your brothers and sisters
with many recoveries.
My daughter, is there nobody to take you by the hair
and demand that you seek out America or Europe?
You have invented a lie to fill your pockets with money.

What species of humanity are you?
Whatever kind you are, you don't worry us.

Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI
Paris, le 09.10.2004
Traduit par by Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Joneve McCormick - 25.10.2004

(Note: Soul to Soul presents this fine poem and others
in the spirit of communicating freely to increase understanding,
not to cater to any agenda or offend any nationality.)

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Come joyful sun (Novelinee)

Since the first morning light

NON - DUALITY

A GREEK TRAGEDY

Burial At Sea

Mood

Obit For A French Restaurant

When

Song

What Species of Humanity Are You?

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