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Gert Strydom, 5 june 2013

I wanted to find more in what love is

I wanted to find more in what love is,
and its depths I wanted to know as truth
while maybe like a child I did trust
that its part of a real experience
of witch you sometimes miss all of the parts
but something really essential of it still does remain.
I wanted to find more,

I wanted to have something more than just meaning
and then so suddenly and unexpected I did find you,
when I looked at eyes that unblemished caught mine
and now I know much more than only knowledge,
I wanted to find more…

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Gert Strydom, 5 june 2013

When your hand folded around mine

When your hand folded around mine you did smile
and I saw the depths of your soul
as you caught the profile of my face,
and your skin was soft while you were so very near,
while the essence of my heart was very happy,
and I speak to the Lord of you when later I did kneel down.
When your hand folded around mine

all of my own emotions did betray me,
as I felt age-old like a fossil,
and I wondered if falling in love did inspire you
to take my hand in the church,
when your hand folded around mine

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Gert Strydom, 5 june 2013

On holiday on a island in the sun (rondine)

The ocean was clear as cobalt blue glass
while we swam far out in the greater key,
playing in the warm pleasurable sea,
some colourful small lonely fishes did pass
and no nasty predators did harass
while we both were very happy and free.
The ocean was clear,

some fish swam slowly in a schooled mass
while the small waves rocked only gently,
you teased, played and smiled with me,
there was nothing that did us embarrass,
the ocean was clear…

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patty turner, 4 june 2013

Blood Moon Cruise

She was walking in a path of cherry tree's
The moon hits the tree's with it's redlight.

On the top of the hill,
Their is an old cherry tree.

She sees a young man.

He was holding some rope in his hands,
He slowly and greacefully put it around his neck.

he kick the box underneath him.

With the cherry blossoms in the wind,
With the red moon shining bright,
With the cool spring air.

She screamed,

but...

when she got there,
no one was their.

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Gert Strydom, 4 june 2013

Spitting cobra

As if killed, turned on its own back,
the serpent lies motionless, as if asleep
while something in the black eyes glow

while its measuring spitting, striking distance,
waiting as if by chance, brooding its hidden evil
as it comes alive as a deadly hissing, spitting thing

and kill it certainly will, when movement returns to it
and the white ring around its neck is bright
while it is ready to strike, to deadly hit.

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Gert Strydom, 4 june 2013

That snake was a venomous thing (rondine)

I saw it whispering, suddenly hissing,
with its waving big head drawn somewhat back
it was looking deadly, ready to attack;
just moments before it was uncoiling,
of it I was very unsuspecting,
there was nothing close by with which to hack,
I saw it whispering,

I waited moments for the killing sting
my breath was away, its skin was black,
the sheer killing courage I did not lack
and now that snake was a venomous thing;
I saw it whispering…

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Satish Verma, 4 june 2013

VAPORIZATION

Death denial of candlelit vigil for a fallen harbor
brought the climate change for a flag which flew
at half-staff. The noose was tightening around the
open-hearted blossoms. A dead sea has started
selling its salt to land sharks.

These days I am becoming introvert. The needles
have become blind, cannot stitch the god given
sores, the private tears of a soldier wounded
at home by the hands of a friend. Missed abortion
of a truth.

I thought of lies inside her lips, my solid
mate who set my skin blue after I drank her
proffered drink of hemlock. I stripped to the
bones for a glow of death which comes when
you give away your life for a pink sun.

Satish Verma

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Kahlia Mazacalletti, 3 june 2013

Circus.........

I stopped by the circus today......
After all this time; do you wish you could UNDO the things that have distressed me? I wonder what kind of parent I would have been...without you. I feel alive for the first time in as many monkees-I have been playing.........
All the little animals in the man made grass; they appear to be happy
Would you be? Would you or do you care about them as little as myself.....

Feeling a little uncomfortable.......
I was so numbed out by your bull that I never saw them coming.....COWS????
We always are different in front of a whole crowd....Whatever could they do to you......Show love, anger, ambigous, fake, phony.....
The list is endless....Why did you hurt me that way
Because no one can hurt you? We will all get our chances.......
Thank you for showing me the RIGHT way to be evil.......
I am going to sit on the porch swing and mello out.....

Thank you, my friend,
Kahlia

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Gert Strydom, 3 june 2013

There’s no thunder’s match falling from the sky (rondine)

There’s no thunder’s match falling from the sky
while for days without end rain sieves down,
while we both live in a world of our own
and the cold, wet winter passes us by,
something much deeper lies in your eye
while darkness covers the earth like a gown,
there’s no thunder’s match

in the winter rain, while time does fly
no shining stars are seen that make a crown,
the big pinewoods seem totally overgrown;
some twilight comes, as if the sun did die,
there’s no thunder’s match…

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Gert Strydom, 3 june 2013

In that church I am the only one (rondine)

Bright light shine in, not much is going on,
I open an old door that behind me thud
when I am sure that all people are gone,
my eyes catch a single red rose bud
beneath my knees the floor is cold as stone,
I chew my prayers again like cows do cud.
Bright light shine in,

while my life feels dirty as the black mud
and in that church I am the only one,
feeling in the great world totally alone
while my own sins pierces like a sharp stud,
bright lights shine in.

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Latest items:

poetry

I wanted to find more in what love is

When your hand folded around mine

On holiday on a island in the sun (rondine)

Blood Moon Cruise

Spitting cobra

That snake was a venomous thing (rondine)

VAPORIZATION

Circus.........

There’s no thunder’s match falling from the sky (rondine)

In that church I am the only one (rondine)

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