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Gert Strydom, 20 may 2014
There are times that my whole world does change
There are times that my whole world does change,
that I am without any friends,
where my career comes to a standstill,
where deliverance looks like an unreality
and I do not comprehend
the up and down interchange of life
and then I do come upon my knees in front of You
and ask for Your salvation,
and then I want You to help me to believe
and to teach me to trust.
Gert Strydom, 20 may 2014
Some of the best things in life
Some of the best things in life
come from their own accord and are free
like the sun hanging in the blue sky
and so it’s also with you
who have grown fixed to my life
and without being asked without me knowing
you do carry me in prayers to God.
Gert Strydom, 19 may 2014
My Lord, today I did realize
My Lord, today I did realize
that Your feet do fit in my cursed shoes
and suddenly the thought did come to me
that Your death and my baptismal wash my life clean
that whatever comes on my way
You do stand in the breach for me
and the small things in life did astound me
and although I do not always understand the way that life goes
I do constantly look at your tracks
that leads me through the dangerous places
and even when the path forward looks impossible
You do at the right time help me to avoid calamity
and Lord, now I know that You are a reality
in a broken world full of darkness
Gert Strydom, 19 may 2014
To you whose name is noble
(in answer to Vernie Plaatjies)
Past the blue sky, moon and stars
I long for you
when the morning breaks
when the night spreads out her cloak
you are still far too distant
(even when you are right here with me)
as if life, destiny are in control
and as if I am extradited to seasons
as if even love, the act of making love,
the beautiful deep adventure
that binds us both together
may be devoured by the schizophrenia,
the madness of our existence
and as if everything with time falls apart, are set to decay
but still with every breaking day
when the sky folds her dull blue cloak around us
I do cling on to that which is between us
to the hope, the knowledge
that love is a stable thing
coming out of the hand of the omnipotent Lord
and just where you are
you do know how I feel about you,
how full of deep meaning
my words are.
[Reference: “Gedig vir S” (Poem for S) by Vernie Plaatjies]
Satish Verma, 19 may 2014
A REPLICA
You go down in the dry pool
foraging for the political errors,
irisprints, a certain desire of revolt,
any skeleton to identify the victim.
An awful claim, the accuser was becoming accused.
For namesake somebody was dying
unceremoniously for holding tuberculosis.
Dots did not help. Washed and dried curses
went into the background. There was a cease-fire
for sometime but the guns will start blazing
any day on fake pretexts.
The ending of pain or pain of ending begins.
The past was chasing, future uncertain, present
is ugly. Peahen likes the tail not the crown.
Peacock is on tree and on fire. Deflection
of sun marks the beginning of eclipse.
A word falls from a crossword puzzle, makes
a history. Death was in crucible, dualism
will survive. The long beard of a terrorist
becomes brown with age. The train is screeching
to halt. There was a landslide.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 18 may 2014
REALPOLITIK
Under the tree of learning
of another life, the primitive father arrives.
Casts a spell of wisdom, between sorrow and death
with a speck of tears in circle of beings.
But a rain-soaked serpentine path leads to a ravine.
A talisman reignites the fear of unknown.
Panic grips the roots, branches, green-leaved hopes.
Cambium stops working, cutting the flow of nutrients.
The lady of darkness descends on the boulders
of truth, piercing through the layers of light ruffling
the winds of change.
Devotees splatter the red wine on the cupped palms
of priest and ask, who was responsible
for long life of knife. No reliable intellectual
wants to become a bartender.
Nobody dares to play the Realpolitik.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 17 may 2014
DECKS ARE CLEARED
You are dying inside me,
my little god.
I am awakening after a long pause.
The forked hazel wand
does not bend back, perched on a buried treasure.
I am disembarking from divining.
I stayed without body, nervous;
like aspen leaves trembling at slight doubt,
hearing footfalls of dew drop.
Fear of old fear arrives again,
when the seeds begin to explode
in the womb of a fallen tree.
For the spoken word, sting in the tail
becomes star-struck. Death zone enlarges on black
pyramid. Conscience is on its descent.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2014
My Lord, faith is a path
My Lord, faith is a path
that spirals up to You
on which at times I do stumble and fall
and then do get up again to head on.
It is much more than only to know that You do exist,
It’s to know that You do want to and that You can
and that You do want only the very best for me
and it’s difficult to become selfless like You,
to lie down my own will to You and for others
and sometimes I do struggle to understand
how my life does still fit into the world
and sometimes it’s as if I do look into a mirror
to only see what it does reflect,
just to see how my own life looks
without the power to look further on
but love has got the ability
to hope and to trust
that at all times You do know the best.
Gert Strydom, 16 may 2014
I asked God for a wife
I asked God for a wife
and then you came
to fight for me and pray with me
and together to cry and laugh
and to understand
without any words being said.
Satish Verma, 16 may 2014
JILTED
A fugitive slice of moon
was preparing to leave.
From nothingness, tiny thoughts
flew out like moths.
I was watching the fall of night.
The wisdom kills nowadays.
Everyday a scandal breaks out.
A child cries endlessly. I might say
for a logic. Her mother had hanged
herself from a ceiling fan.
A celebrity enters the fluid world of pain
talks to the visionary goddess. Impatience
was coming to be. Grabs the wounds,
does not talk, prepares for the funeral
of human spirit and walks away with hawthorn.
Satish Verma
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24 january 2026
violetta
Ja go znałam od początków, kiedy zaczęłam
24 january 2026
Bezka
Tatuniowi - ASowi
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Przędąc słowem
Zawsze okazywał serce.
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Epitafium wyjaśnia...
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Muśnięcie z każdej strony:)
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Jaga
Wiosna to dopiero będzie całowana :)
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Igiełki lodu tworzą różne kompozycje. Poprzednio
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Serce puch igiełkowe:)
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Nie ma już ASa, a dawał mi serduszka.
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Chwila bardziej ulotna.
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Każdej zimy stawiam karmniki i zapełniam. Moi
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Lodowe grunty czasem rozgrzewają ;))
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