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Gert Strydom, 27 may 2013
For the last time the night stretched out her cloak
For the last time the night stretched out her cloak,
as she did shake out the stars
to make them cover the whole heaven
and everywhere they were blue and white.
No star did lead any wise men
but when the morning star did appear at last
the baby boy was born
and his people saw him
while the lights burned in the large city
and manmade power
came sparking from tube-lights
when the boy was there in all of his beauty
and his people rejoiced, cried from pure joy,
while sirens screamed far off
and he rested in the arms of his mother
as a newcomer in this age.
Gert Strydom, 27 may 2013
Nature haiku’s
With some red kisses
the wildness sun flowers
while the winter flees
*
At night I show you
small pieces of buckshot that gleam;
shot into the night
*
The wilderness calls
next to the big concrete jungle
where some lights glitter
*
At a small nozzle nest
a red weaver-bird parade;
the large sickle-bush flames.
*
The black tar road steams
whizzing like a great morass
while a green frog croaks.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2013
OF THE NEXT ZEN
When moon was found on water
sky came down with unclenched fist,
too proud to accept the defeat.
Footprints of a giant will not leave
the broken landscape, of the virgin garden
where roses died in a row in storm.
There were no absolutes in good and bad
I have started talking to trees to shed
their blooms, winter was coming in blue eyes.
My ship was able to dodge the icebergs
wringing the waves from your face;
lake heaved a sigh of relief in glided death.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 26 may 2013
SCARF ON HEAD
Tangled clues
with sensuous sparring;
the incense was rising from the blue moon.
It was body's integrity,
a lender was demanding
when lust had become prodigal.
Behind the thin veil, red eyes
stared unblinkingly
at the portrait of a nude zero.
When the light was nodding from a crown
the darkness spat on the feet
which walked on the roses.
A single thorn will not be envious
of the licking fingers.
A dropp of blood will tell the truth.
Satish Verma
Satish Verma, 25 may 2013
NOMENCLATURE
O leviathan,
enter the dark cloud of death
defanging fire,
the mountain wants to shiver.
Sand was slipping from my fists.
I cannot hold the time;
wet eyes
will find another moon.
The milk had dried up in body.
A heart burns like bonfire,
for a heretic. A lone stranger
in a city of wolves.
A bareback beauty sits on the rock
waits for the sea
to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite
will never call for nothing.
Satish Verma
Gert Strydom, 24 may 2013
Maybe we would have acted different (cavatina)
Maybe we would have acted different
if we did know
quite how short our time together would be;
nothing could slow
the hands of destiny, the claims of death,
that made you go
to a place where cannot as yet follow,
as the greedy cold earth did you swallow.
Gert Strydom, 24 may 2013
Hand in hand (cavatina)
Hand in hand we walked through the city;
the market-place
had small stalls that sold almost anything.
On your sweet face,
the joy of living of sheer happiness
had some great grace
but today only emptiness do remain
and your untimely leaving brought great pain.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2013
* YES
Untie the knot, patriarch,
the broken kiss was
intimidating.
The backhoe picks up the
devil, it was within you
when you were casting stone
at the fear.
The pagan was covered
with leaves
raw and pailful;
belief in a thought
was not working,
think, man think.
The system,
the birth of rebirth of sorrow
was the tragedy.
The shaper,
I am, still wandering
to find the words.
* After reading the massacare of 57 people in southern island of Mindanao, Philippines on 23rd Nov 09
Satish Verma
Jayden Casey, 24 may 2013
Carnival
God sent you to the carnival
Painted your face and changed your name
"Blank's gone away," they did proclaim
The other day you wondered, "who?"
You played; performed
Crowded thunder roars
Center stage, wearing the lion's mane
Alive, because God would not let you die
He need not tell you that
Yes, Yes
You would forget what you did that day
That day when you went to the carnival
And what you did
And what you said
Sick sights and thought-horrors
That you did witness
But it's just another day at the...
Jayden Casey, 24 may 2013
For My Big Bratwurst
You won't be happy
Because you gave one word
Two meanings
One word, two meanings
Three perceptions
Converging
For the best
For the worst
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