
Gert Strydom, 10 june 2013
Out of the times of remembering
I will paint a word-painting of you
that tells the world how wonderful you are
that where others do despise me you are still trusting in me
when you do love my in my most wrenched times
and for this reason I will begin with everything that is beautiful,
with the depth and loveliness of our love
and nothing that will derogate or fabricate
will be in my words,
not even my own pain and fear,
only your sacrifices and how you build your own life around me
and only the most beautiful things from your spirit and soul
and that which really does matter will be in my words,
and the depths of your humanity I will paint.
Gert Strydom, 10 june 2013
A yellow and a red weaver pecks at porridge on the grass,
some sparrows gather twittering around the water bowl
and I cannot think about a more beautiful picture
when the air is ink blue and dew shines on the flowers
and it feels if right here man can reach to God,
as if nature is as it once was,
when even the sun-birds frolics around
and it feels as if the bees are beckoning me,
when a kind of serenity comes to the garden
and together you and I write a own story
when every rose and iris comes to perfection,
when there is something magical to each flower
and here and there one is snow white,
when doves coo in the chestnut tree,
when I do love you and your garden,
when a kind of youth comes to my days of age,
and morning-glories examine the sun open mouthed
where it hangs high in the bright blue.
Satish Verma, 10 june 2013
That vertical sink
loaded with cargo
fraught,
with pools of blackened blood
burned me.
I never arrived
at a moot prologue
for the journey of dead.
The sun turned away
in a doubt
under a smoked trance of helplessness.
Perhaps it was true of a murder
in serene weather
when the astrologia was opposite.
The charred landscape
dithered about the lilies.
Will they come back?
Satish Verma
Naeem, 9 june 2013
I pondered miles of mountains and hills,
swum the oceans till I touch their ends.
I put my hand on flames till it turns to ash,
stared at the sun till my eyes turn blind
I scratched the skins deep till they bled.
Yes; I have done till I know what lies ahead;
-till I smell the fragrance of the pure dusk;
-till the graces show truth behind this mask.
And I let breezes drift through my soul and mind,
so may my God let me know what I left behind.
-Nr.
kalaiselvan, 9 june 2013
I was alone
The air was silent
Sweet dreams have gone
Will it come again?
I felt the pain
It was all around me
I stared at the window
There was nothing
I live and die
I laugh and cry
There is nothing than strive
I tried my life to start
Whenever I make a new
It becomes old every time
But the old doesn’t takes
Place again……
The tear starts to roll
No one to wipe them
The tears kept dizzying
And many did look and laugh
The happiness flewed high in the skies
But I am on the ground
Suddenly I heard a voice
“hello”
Its my old friend
Her name is silence
She came along for me
All my life I wondered
If love would ever show
In your care ,I find
All I need is none other than you
Roy Hackers, 9 june 2013
Today my heart is heavy
I'm weak and feeling down
I guess with all this sorrow
Stops my world from spinning round
I'm a man that's lost control
Without a reason to live
Standing in te shadows
With nothing else to give
I want to walk out from the shadows
To where the morning sun shines through
Take each day as it comes
And live the life that I once knew
But sadness rushes through my veins
Instaed of flowing blood
I've nothing in abundance
To help me fight the flood
I'm a soul within a body
That just can't help but live
Standing in the shadows
With nothing else to give
I want to walk out from the shadows
To where the morning sun shines through
Take each day as it comes
And live the life that I once knew
Beneath grey skies I walk alone
In this world of so much uncertainty
My life revolves around being on my own
And walking on to eternity
I pretend I'm unaffected
By the load that weighs me down
So nobody really knows
That my worlds stopped spinning round
Like a fish out of water
But given a will to live
Standig in the shadows
With nothing else to give
I want to walk out from the shadows
To where the morning sun shines through
Take each day as it comes
And live the life that I once knew
But I'm standing in the shadows
Just standing in the shadows
Roy Hackers, 9 june 2013
These days get harder
And I'm staring at old father times
There's very little in the larder
And the mirror on the wall shows only lines
If I could turn back the page
Or hold back the hands of time
If only I could turn back the page
And chase away this inner rage
The nights are lonely
And I'm sitting by the fire
There are no dreams now
Just the scars of their desire
If I could turn back the page
Or hold back the hands of time
If only I could turn back the page
And chase away this inner rage
They say there's no looking back
So what does the future hold
There's no colour only black
No warmth only the cold
The wealthy did alright
In whatever this world gave
While the rest of us were left
To be thankful for what we have
If we could turn back the page
Or turn back the hands of time
If only we could turn back the page
Roy Hackers, 9 june 2013
There's a beautiful Moon over Miami
In a sky of countless stars
There's an air of mystery and magic
Like no other I will ever see
I will always remember that night
Whereever I travel to
For that beautiful Moon over Miami
Is a memory that will always shine through
There's a beautiful Moon Over Miami
In a sky so peaceful and quiet
It's a sight that I'll never forget
Or one I'll never see again
I will always remember that night
Whereever I travel to
For that beautiful Moon over Miami
Is a memory that will always shine through
Yes, I will never forget that night
No matter how long I live this life
For that beautiful Moon ove Miami
Will stay with me for the rest of my llife
Roy Hackers, 9 june 2013
The weary traveller
Walks on the road
He's feeling tired
He's Concentration lost
He knows only memories
And keeps a picture
Of his previous life
Always ready to
Move on and accept
The changes to come
And when they do
He sees a different life
And knows the picture
Will always remind him
On the road
Comes turbulent times
A feeling of fear
Nowhere to hide
He knows he could die
But holds his picture
That reminds him of home
So where to now
If the tide should turn
What is left to offer?
And is there anything to learn
If freedom is the way
To hold a picture
mvvenkataraman, 9 june 2013
Today to be a very happy day
Pray and hope to all convey
Stay and help all in a kind way
Delay anger and drive it away
To better, healing words you utter
Laughter makes mood of all softer
Brighter words solve tough matter
To bitter feelings, put a shutter
Tendency to help is a noble policy
By jealousy, mind turns badly lousy
Busy souls find living damn easy
Rosy is future when one is not lazy
Postponement leads to atonement
Enjoyment requires involvement
Compliment helps in development
Resentment sacks improvement
Nil is thrill if is not used wisely skill
Will to work hard is a boosting pill
Fill heart with joy when life is uphill
Till mind with love so hatred we kill.
mvvenkataraman
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