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Gert Strydom, 30 may 2013

I saw the moon reflected on the lake (rondine)

I saw the moon reflected on the lake
many stars sparkled in the dark night sky
while far off fishing boats were passing by,
I saw it dancing on the ebbing wake
somewhat like a huge white shining cake
while a bright manmade light up high did fly,
I saw the moon

while we sat on bench from which paint did flake,
while stars glittered in your sparkling eye,
to find the right words, I did not have to try
as we kissed we both felt the earth shake;
I saw the moon…

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Satish Verma, 30 may 2013

DRAGGING

The Asperger syndrome: you will not speak,
you will not tell me about
fertilizer bomb. In a farmhouse blackwater
becomes a death chamber.

A toddler falls in a borewell,
you can still measure hypothermia,
the tilting of meteor saves the landfall,
stalking through the extended body.

What was the right thing in a chorus of protests
to underline the resilience of beaks and claws?
It bugs the space and diameters of arguments
about the sweep of corruption in integrities.

It is very difficult to stay being whole amidst
the broken shards of bones. The dreams were
set in stones and water was rising.

Satish Verma

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Naykd Poet, 29 may 2013

Behind Bars

　
Locked away in solitary confinement
Mental bars of personal consignment
Emotional pain brought to refinement
Product of a personality mis-alignment
　
Shunned by prejudicial societal bent
Defined as mental-illness’ invent
Wormed into darkness to prevent
Wrath of humanity’s discontent
　
Solace is given to comfort’s gain
Darkness the illuminating flame
Hidden by a life-time refrain
Behind bars a choice to remain

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Naykd Poet, 29 may 2013

The Snake

Change in location, major change in life
The outcome of agumented, mental strife
A change brewed with passage of time
And ceaseless conflict with a conflicted mind

Proponents to living in the Now
Don’t often express the guide to How
Leaving to chance just to knowWhen
A life-changing move is easiest to defend

Reflecting upon life’s traveled course
Can be a misleading, information source
The answer may lie with nature of the Snake
Shedding old skin: simply a living trait

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Naykd Poet, 29 may 2013

Nature's Seed

Parlaying scientific understanding to Nature’s natural birth
Through genetic modification of Seed put to Earth
A wondrous gift given generations of humankind
A gift with potential to be lost for all future time

Humanity is at the threshold to agri-food-corp enslavement
A global phenomenon that seems beyond containment
Impudent, purchased government blindly legislate the prevailing condition
Ignoring the public outcry to deny proliferation and permission

Those to whom greed of wealth arises from this abomination
Deem themselves beyond all natural and legislated laws of Nations
Emboldened with knowledge their food source will always be natural and safe
The potential death of the greater population hinders not its implementation pace

Passage of time will render truth to the offering of this modified genetic fruit
Or, are the altruistic goals of elite and powerful for humanity to become moot
Begging the question: Is the deadly potential of this human experiment needed
Or, is humanity better served by the eons-old method, Earth is naturally seeded?

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Nightrayne, 29 may 2013

Lustful love

Strip me down and lay me bare.
Touch me – my body is begging to burn with desire.
Take your time and devour me slowly.
Kindle the flames of lust,
fuel them, let them lick and burn each corner of my being.
Explore me and taste me
let your fingers run wild.
Be selfish and be daring
make me yours,
take me to heights I've never known.

Then leave me wanting more.

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Gert Strydom, 29 may 2013

Winter night

Your icy fingers
try to creep in to the room
through the French windows
and I hear your voice cry
past the corner of the house

and outside you’re many eyes
glimmer bright in the sky
and even though you want to kiss me
with the golden beams that flow
from your fat mouthed moon,

I will wait until you pass bye
and the yellow white sun
returns to the sky
and until then
lie comfortable in bed instead.

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Satish Verma, 29 may 2013

SMALL TALK

Surge in hidden chastity
enters the torch but the enemy
was within.

Brown clouds over the black carbon,
glaciers were melting;
the assault rifle stands alone in snow.

This was not ignorance,
a purposeful denial of white truce
in the jungle of lizards.

I would go where nobody wants
to tread in night. The hanging years
of marriage gone wrong.

O my God, tiger at the door,
demanding a new babe every moon.
The flesh will extract its own blood.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma, 28 may 2013

A CRACKED VISIT

The other sex was stapled,
I started unfolding the secret:
what was static and who was silent.

I searched, therefore I was lost
before the end of journey.
The stench of grafting was taking over.

The incendiary recce was carried out
to shut out the voice of the street
in the melting snow.

Lake will find the woods for disquieting
sleep of muse under the blue-lipped moon,
and I will face my night.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2013

Early winter

When later than usual
the sun sneaks out like a sniper,
then I do know that it is winter
while the iciness of the wind
pierces right through the bedding.

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I saw the moon reflected on the lake (rondine)

DRAGGING

Behind Bars

The Snake

Nature's Seed

Lustful love

Winter night

SMALL TALK

A CRACKED VISIT

Early winter

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