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Satish Verma, 7 august 2014
STARS WERE BLACKENING
Black fire was furtively raging
after the massacre of moon.
I still stood with feet of clay
to experiment with my lies.
Bare neck hanging, something
has to be done, to make a gift
for the sake of truth, walking alone
without an effort.
I suddenly realize the illusion
and fail miserably in a perverted manner,
make a mockery of the death trap
in a hospital of thumbs
down, to roll the carpet.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 6 august 2014
HOLY WINGS
The twisted moon
moved horizontally,
plunged in cleavage
of dark trees
eating the stars.
Aloneness; midnight dream,
faces the wall of nails.
Scratches on the flesh
blood oozing.
The benign end.
Put off the lights,
it helps to think clearly.
Drape the mercy of night.
Snake was hissing, may strike.
A cramp will kill the joy.
The fish will be welded
to a candle.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 6 august 2014
Fulfilment
(after S. J. Pretorius)
When naked two people do melt together
then love becomes an absolute reality
when thoughts, dreams come
as a type of concrete sensuality
when eternity crumbles to mere time
when the essence of life comes new
then pleasure is changed into happiness
and its as if something precious suddenly flowers,
when even death and time are astonished in a mere moment.
[Reference: “Vervulling” (Fulfilment by S. J. Pretorius.]
Gert Strydom, 6 august 2014
During midday
You did visit me
during midday,
your hair was rusty brown in the sunshine,
your fine kerchief
gleamed bright like a golden crown,
your denim pants
and blouse did immediately catch my eye
and long I have yearned for this moment.
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2014
The sky is dull blue
The sky is dull blue when I do notice you,
while a butterfly suddenly flutters
and land on your arm
on this perfect day,
we embrace and you do smile
wiping a string of hair out of your face
and without saying anything
we look at each other for long moments.
Its as if the sun hangs radiating over your hair,
as if your fragrance suddenly rises like gardenia
and you fill my eye and heart with moments
of utter beauty and happiness.
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2014
The coming of the first spring rain
(after Eugene Marais)
There are big game running
that suddenly gathers, snort and bark,
springbucks jumping, playing with their heads and walking nearer
and in the eyes of each one there is expectation and hope,
even the spitting cobra arches its back
when the guinea fowl down at the march call,
when thunder like drums rattle far away,
when even the small things under the earth crawl and whimper
and both animal and man wonder how to interpret the sudden shade
and the plain is wide and the clouds are blue-black
when everyone beholds the coming of the rain,
see how the rings around her feet shine in the distance
and hear the patter of her dance
and the nostrils of the game are open
to catch her smell if she wants to sneak past
and big joy is among all of the animals
as the rain has come with her rainbow cloak
and there are tranquillity and new life everywhere.
[Reference: “Die dans van die reën” (the dance of the rain) by Eugene Marais.]
Gert Strydom, 5 august 2014
Maybe I am now dreaming
Maybe I am now dreaming
but time and destiny
keep making plans and throwing their own dawdles
and who knows when events are to happen?
Satish Verma, 5 august 2014
COUNTING
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 4 august 2014
There were sparks in both of your golden-brown eyes
When I did arrive
there were sparks in both of your golden-brown eyes
when I found you in your garden at the roses
and how eagerly I wanted to kiss you,
when I did chase up
a small weaver
while your body did gleam through your dress
and the spring was blossoming around us.
Gert Strydom, 4 august 2014
There are rays falling through the window
There are rays falling through the window
where as small girl plays with her doll
and she is caught in her own small universe,
are busy distributing empty cups full of tea.
Years later the sun again falls hot on the floor
and it’s a woman peeping through her long hair at me.
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22 january 2026
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W nocy u mnie było -10 Przemrożone skorupy
22 january 2026
to szczególnie ;) eh, gdyby nie czas...
22 january 2026
Akurat przystanął na parę sekund w tej scenerii
22 january 2026
Nawet miałam tak zatytułować :))
22 january 2026
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Lubię takie żółcie:)
21 january 2026
Cierpliwie czekam:)
21 january 2026
Będzie brakowało, taki ciepły, z piękną
21 january 2026
Dzisiaj trochę lepiej, chociaż smak zimy pozostał:)
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Kto taki?
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(*)
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jeśli tylko
i Niebo do Niego napisało..
21 january 2026
i wyspać też ;)
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