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Shadowpain, 13 june 2013

The Frozen Eye

Distant cries and weeping

Echoing
through my hollow skull

mind is numbing

barely awake

hard to breathe

i pull you near, the surface

of the abyss of my heart

lost at sea and shipwrecked you wallow through dark waters, that reflect in my eyes.

a stare of corpses

starlight crosses

and breaths entwine that what lives and that what is about to die

you stare into my lifeless...

frozen eye

As my eyeball turns away from into my skull...

I turn away from you.....

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Gert Strydom, 12 june 2013

When I did meet you (sestina)

It was on a cold winter day
that I had met you and that night
in a dream your image were leading the way
to somewhere where there was a bright light
and like children together we did play
and did frolic and laugh and dance to our delight.

It was in my own soul a delight
to visit you on the very next day
to be sure of my feelings in the broad day light
as my heart did follow its own way
and was longing from the previous night
and I wondered if to you it was only another game to play?

But to triumph in the game of life I had to play,
even if sometimes in playing there was no kind of delight
while time passed too quickly between night and day
and I found my self during dusk’s fading light;
saw the evening star finding its way
on a lovely moon filled night.

Fireflies did gleam from dusk to dark night
while an orchestra did over the radio play
while we watched each other in a kind of delight
were away from the inquisitive eyes watching during the day
and it was very romantic in the starry light
while in the garden to the front gate we did find the way.

I was in a kind of trance almost asleep along the way
and back to my house watched the shadows of the night
and in my mind was nothing but this day,
nothing but memories of a first kiss and its delight,
memories of how your fingers did in mine play
and to me another motorist flashed a light.

In my heart burnt a secret new light
and you had taken me from my well trodden way.
I thought of only you right through the night,
though of the games that all humans with each other play
and my thoughts of you had no pain and only delight
while you were in every breath until the brake of day.

I still love you from that day and you are my bright shining light
the one that leads me through the night along my heart’s way
and still we do kiss and play and have in bliss a kind of delight.

© Gert Strydom

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Mystro, 12 june 2013

Lifesaver

Whenever Im with her
we do getoutrageous
Whenever she smiles
that shit is contagious
my life is a book
and she is turning my pages
keepin me hooked
I cant even take it
to me she is perfect
no need to debate it
I need all of her memories
so I stopped getting faded
I wanted true love
so you can say I have waited
Yes I was patient
and now that she's here
I know I will make it

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Satish Verma, 12 june 2013

*PLASMA SCREEN

It was an absent answer. Terror
was one abyss in unhindered
waking of eternity in being. The passions rise
between downpour of black rings on the terraces,
was nonstop a parade of excuses and pretentions, no
body was taking the responsibility of the war lost, and
we nod in unison. Hunger drives the wedge. This
is a city of moonless sky where the headcount
never stops.

Warriors sit down under the volts opening red
eyes, the trade gets a bad name, rubbers
win the coin. Yellow metal gleams around arms,

a wound becomes a talisman, you start collecting
the awards from severed hands.

*On watching a massive blaze of gas depot at Jaipur (India) unebbed for 3 days.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 11 june 2013

During the days of winter

During the days of winter
geraniums, roses and snapdragons
are flowering
and even the begonias
which are sheltered on some shelves
make their flower cups
and there is an unexpected beauty
to our perennial garden
as if forever some flowers are blooming
while the hoopoe, some doves,
weavers and sparrows
are continually visiting
and there is laughter in your eyes
and a kind of expectation
while you plant new seedlings.

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Gert Strydom, 11 june 2013

In this cold winter

In this cold winter
the evening wind cuts merciless
right through clothes
and in the early morning
ripe lies like fallen snow
and covers the lawn
and every flower bud

but still the doves coo
their song of romance,
still a flock of wavers and sparrows
twitter their thanks
as they peck on bread crumbs and seeds

and your hand is hot in mine
and together our bed
is a cosy and lovely place.

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Gert Strydom, 11 june 2013

Far too long (villanelle)

Although I had been hurt severely by love,
far too long I had been searching for you.
Far too long through this world I did rove,

but never did I want to remove
even a single moment even if we did argue.
Although I had been hurt severely by love,

now our love, our commitment does prove
its own value even if painful things you do.
Far too long through this world I did rove,

even if I sometimes do disapprove
still together we do continue.
although I had been hurt severely by love,

you do remain the one, who fits my life like a glove,
with whom happiness I want to pursue.
Far too long through this world I did rove,

before together we did move
and when I met you all of my wildest dreams came true,
although I had been hurt severely by love;
far too long through this world I did rove…

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Satish Verma, 11 june 2013

HOMECOMING

The yellow beaked vultures were waiting.
A cloth bag contains the bleached
remains; his father.
Impeccable gift unmasked.
After the inferno, hydrants went dry. The guilt survives
the dispossession, pondering over the black dew
now covering the pink roses.

The illusion persists. Master is coming home.
jug was empty. A miracle will start
the kitchen. An infant cries in the backyard.

The windows were sleeping. Let the sun
stand outside. A yellow moon at night will
open the door.

Satish Verma

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Renato N. Mascardo, 11 june 2013

skirting isolation

in the act of knowing

separated for most of the day
disjoined for a tad less than forever
we meet always as complete strangers
memories of the past of what passed between us
make each meeting less awkward and just as new
making the joining as adventurous each time

we never can get used to each other we hope we never will
every time we come together to fuse your solitude with mine
to ward off the isolation that leads us to crave and repine
trying to really know what we can only imagine
when separated in our individual cocoons of singleness
you and i meet anew in the act of knowing//

renato
sunday 09 june 2013

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Gert Strydom, 10 june 2013

Last night I could have sworn that I heard your name

Last night I could have sworn that I heard your name
in a song that the wind was singing
as past me in a cool breeze it came
and some of the branches of the trees were swinging

and it was as if it was softly whispering at times
of happy things, of other different climes
about the places where it had gone
and the wind blew on and on
and kept on blowing right into the new morn

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The Frozen Eye

When I did meet you (sestina)

Lifesaver

*PLASMA SCREEN

During the days of winter

In this cold winter

Far too long (villanelle)

HOMECOMING

skirting isolation

Last night I could have sworn that I heard your name

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