A Cape Town Winter Day
The day is icy, grey,
drawn closed, as heavy as lead and wet,
with a southeaster that grabs
that searches for somewhere to hold on to
with bricks, oak trees, razor sharp glass
that is jerked loose in its grip,
with paper bags that are ascending in line
to come down somewhere else in the ocean,
where seagulls continually angrily screech,
are searching for an own escape and continually do curse.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Continually our love surprises me
Continually our love does me surprise,
as sometimes you bring me pain
and sometimes you hold on to me
while sometimes it feels as if I am reaching into a whirlpool
but sometimes you take away everything bad.
Continually our love does me surprise,
and sometimes tears run over your cheeks
but sometimes it's as if the sun shines through your eyes
and sometimes you hold on to me
while our love is much stronger than just a maybe,
and I am smitten by the look on your face.
Continually our love does me surprise,
as if new depths continually comes to it,
you become part of my awareness
and sometimes you hold on to me
and it's as if we perfectly fit into each other's lives
while continually you are part of me, of my existence;
continually our love does me surprise,
and sometimes you hold on to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Blue Sky Memories (In Answer To O Ingrid Jonker, For Daleen)
Blue sky memories continually comes to me
of a day under a bright summer sun
as if a part of you stays lingering,
when I love you even more (if I could)
while continually you are snared in my remembering.
Even when times of bad weather want to come
there is an unbreakable bond between us,
while continually I am astounded by our love.
Blue sky memories continually lingers in my thoughts
when I forget all of my previous heartaches,
when continually I am lost in you
and I always know about the depth of our love.
The sparkling sun continuously brings new hope,
when we walk days, months and years together on a road.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Bellville
I stand on the dark balcony
while the almost endless rain
sieves down continually
and the streets of Bellville below me shines
where lights gleam everywhere, with cars
that continually drives up and down
and I wonder
how a lightning bolt that decent over the city
would look like
if it would also branch out
like in the Transvaal of my childhood day
before it touches down blue-white
but I only see rain, concrete and glass.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sandpiper
The roaring waves that is shaking the beach
the hissing surf that shines like glass
is part of its world and continually it is just out of reach
where wave upon wave is passing as it runs fast
and it is quick on little brittle dark feet
where sucking small sand grains
sweep in and out and water foams on sheet upon sheet
and there the rushing little bird remains
while its world is at times filled with vapour
and then again suddenly clear
it is focussing on things minutely small while waters roar
are drawing very near
it is continually searching for some allure
it runs and runs on little feet that are sure
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Door Was Closed
He
continually
tried to
take the
past.
bring
it into
the
future.
but
the
door
was
closed.
refusing
to
open.
the key
thrown
into
the
endlessness
of time.
lying
somewhere
at the
bottom
of the
ocean.
poem by Heather Burns
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Even With My Eyes Closed
Even with my eyes closed
Funny, how I know
Its harder, its harder now
Young girl
In my young girl days
Thinking I could live for always
But like an ocean tide
Im drawn back inside
And I know
Seasons pass
Like sand inside a glass
And nothing, nothing returns
Standing with the friends Ive made
Ill race them to the grave
Well, who won, who won the extra days?
But like an ocean tide
Im drawn back inside
Like an ocean tide
Drawn back inside
And I know
When you take away the years toll
On the waters wide, shallow high and low
In the autumn sky
Happy to know Im going home
Even with my eyes closed
Funny, how I know
Its finally, has it finally begun?
An ocean tide (whoa)
Im drawn back inside
But like an ocean tide (whoa)
Im drawn back inside
And I know
And I know
And I know
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Up For Grabs
My feelings in the past,
Had been up for grabs.
With a need to please,
And be accepted.
Especially in relationships that did not last,
For reasons foolishness can not explain.
Or sustain pretentions.
And those I thought were close,
Chose to test me most.
With a thinking towards me,
As someone dependent and easily teased.
And continually this became the main attraction.
My feelings in the past,
Had been up for grabs.
And in those days long gone,
I believed myself special...
With a giving I gave to get back little re-action.
However when a dawning came,
To awaken with the brightest of lights...
It occurred to me what I desired and wanted,
In a relationship...
Did not feed seriously another's appetite.
And I was not into fantasies and quick pleasures.
Up for grabs and momentary satisfactions,
I am not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I mark the pace praying
I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
and still it’s as if I am in the dark
and nothing can ever beat the misery.
I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
try to wash my life clean,
do not loose my head
and still I remain blacker than burned out ash
and do not know how to stop my sin
(when I find myself I sin again) –and I mark the pace praying-
poem by Gert Strydom
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In This Life All Around Us There Is Night (Stave Stanza Sestets)
In this life all around us there is night
and at times we do not know wrong from right,
even if God's light we are able to see,
even if true to Him we have iniquity
and as we do as we wish or we may
only God lead us true on the right way
His angels are sentries posted at our side
and to His glance our sins we cannot hide
while at times we loose every kind of sense
His love does continually recompense,
brings us back to the loveliness of day,
only God lead us true on the right way.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Get A Grip
I see it on the tv, its playing on my mind,
Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother.
Just another mind game? or maybe its a sign,
When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother.
Well that aint nice. gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, yeah.
Somebody tell me, where did we lose?
Wheres the point that we lost the control to live with each other?
Mister politician, searching for a lie.
Whats the truth? will the youth find the proof for a revolution?
Cause that aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get you into my life,
Gotta get a hold and get it moving.
I cant tell you what you need to know its up to you, oh yeah
That aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip, cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip.
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip and get it moving,
I cant tell you what you need to know, its up to you, oh yeah.
Dont your blood run cold, dont the sorrow show,
Hold on tight to what you have.
See it in your eyes, dont it make you cry,
Get a grip and shake the can.
Get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah,
Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold.
Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get a grip on life,
Yeah get a grip.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Escape
another day goes without any change
the feeling we live with still remains
we're stuck in a hole and we're searching for anything to hold onto
there has to be somewhere that we can be safe from the lives we live each day
there has to be somewhere that we can be far away
we have to escape and i will go anywhere if you just lead the way
escape to a place where we'll be together, together everyday
we have to escape..
we could be living how we wanted to
instead of doing things we're forced to do
with no one to tell us that we should be going through what they went through
there has to be someplace that nobody knows, somewhere we can only go
there has to be someplace that we can be all alone....
we have to escape....
song performed by by Hoobastank
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The Bright Stars Sing A Song Of Joy
The bright stars sing a song of joy,
they are telling the world when you are coming to me
en continually one of them are jumping,
flowering blue-white in the heaven.
Continually the wind mentions your beautiful name,
softly it whispers our secrets to branches,
it witnesses our being together while it blows
and its pitch dark night
when your teeth glitter while you laugh in joy.
poem by Gert Strydom
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To what purpose should I trouble myself in searching out the secrets of the stars, having death or slavery continually before my eyes?
quote by Anaximenes
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School
Continually its progressions and rows,
the teacher is on patrol,
his cane sometimes swishes painfully,
there are theorems and more theorems
which are driving us nuts
with differentiation and other calculations,
and we are taught about Ballot and Christaller
and models are all around me,
one after the other they do pass
while there's no end to examination papers
and the girls are lovely
but continually I am caned
and this is why I find high school
somewhat bewitching.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Continually finding excuses for taking a small glass of brandy and water.
quote by John Leech
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Failure And Success
Failure is the penalty,
for continually getting things wrong.
Success on the other hand is the award,
for getting things continually right.
Failure puts you down in despair.
Success sends you soaring among the clouds.
Therefore, I look at myself and wonder,
am I a success or failure.
Then maybe I am a bit of both.
Whichever way the hammer falls
only you can decide.
poem by David Harris
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A Parable
BETWEEN the sandhills and the sea
A narrow strip of silver sand,
Whereon a little maid doth stand,
Who picks up shells continually
Between the sandhills and the sea.
Far as her wondering eyes can reach
A Vastness, heaving grey in grey
To the frayed edges where the day
Furls his red standard on the breach,
Between the skyline and the beach.
The waters of the flowing tide
Cast up the seapink shells and weed;
She toys with shells, and doth not heed
The ocean, which on every side
Is closing round her vast and wide.
It creeps her way as if in play,
Pink shells at her pink feet to cast;
But now the wild waves hold her fast,
And bear her off and melt away
A Vastness heaving gray in gray.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Endlessness of Time
I
continually
take the
past
bring it
forward
trying
to
make it
the
future.
But the
door
has been
closed,
and
locked.
the key
thrown
into the
endlessness
of time.
poem by Heather Burns
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Nicht-Gesicht/Not Face by Rainer Maria Rilke
From the German, translated by Priscilla Washburn Shaw:
Face, my face: whose are you; for what things are you face? How can you be face for such insides, whose something is beginning continually rolled together with dissolving? Has the forest a face? Does not the mountain basalt stand facelessly there? Does the sea not raise itself without face, up from the ocean-floor; is not the sky reflected within, without forehead, without mouth, without chin?
Do not animals come to us sometimes as if they were pleading: take my face. Their face is too heavy for them and because of it they hold their tiny little soul too far into life. And we, animals of the soul, confused by everything in us, not yet ready for nothing; we grazing souls: do we not implore the Allotter by night to grant us the not-face which belongs with our darkness-
poem by Warren Falcon
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