Beauty Like Hers (Sonnet Corona)
I
Beauty like hers has an unknown quality
as in a radiant mystery that is sublime
as for a while caught in time
even unto life’s finality
with a natural adaptability
as something past reason and rhyme
even apart from spring in its prime
and when she smiles at me it is in humility
and each day there is more glory than before
as if a spirit divine is in her heart
as if this sweetness can last forevermore
like in a masterpiece of art
can stretch even past this life’s shore
as if we will never part.
II
As if we will never part
she sometimes watches me
her sweet smile lights up my heart
and to her there’s an unknown quality.
Who and what is she
that so many young men
want to suit her, want to be in her company,
unlike most other women?
I wonder if she’s as kind as she is fair?
As beauty shines right through her,
and flaming hangs her auburn hair
but somehow I wonder if love is there?
She reminds me somewhat of spring,
she’s really startling.
III
She’s really startling
and the way that she looks at me
says that she might become my darling
and even although I want it to be
I know that love is blinding
but to me she looks like an angel as if holy,
I wonder if she wants something binding
have never seen her with any melancholy
her smile is rather ravishing
with a type of grace
and every movement is touching,
to her nothing is commonplace
with a fiery radiance, with an own true light,
her eyes are shining as the stars in the night.
IV
Her eyes is shining as the stars in the night
has some tranquillity and mellowness
and they sparkle bright,
with charm and consciousness
displaying character and sweetness her face
reminds me of serenity
as if its tenderness’ dwelling place
but she is filled with sheer dignity,
yet there’s sometimes a frown on her brow
and I wonder how she really feels inside
and who will ever know
as her grin is enchanting and wide,
dressed in the colour of the sky;
on the street I saw her passing by.
V
On the street I saw her passing by
as if with looks she was embracing,
and in her beautiful eye
was something enticing
that was reaching out to me
and flustered I let her go on her way,
let her go to stay free,
as if destiny will come knocking on another day
but at times in my mind I see her still
with her beguiling looks
as a uncanny thrill
like a bubbling brook, staying with tiny hooks
and never have anyone else been so pleasing,
in my mind so full of life and wit and teasing.
VI
In my mind so full of life and wit and teasing
she did not want to fade away
gave up the house that she was leasing
and she was suddenly gone one day.
She didn’t trot on un-trodden ways
but went on the high road
and left me behind for nights and days
even went abroad
while I found the other way round,
discovered the error of my way
and she had me perplexed, confound
while she was somewhere astray.
At the marsh the wind made some reeds shiver,
the streams entwined with the river.
VII
The streams entwined with the river
and the river flows into the sea
and rain is drawn forever
from the ocean by the sun’s plea
raining in fresh emotion, running into streams
and not being single
as in the sweetest dreams
all of these things mingle
and the earth, mountains and sky
find ways to caress,
finding each other like she and I
and in a way posses
an intimate bond in sweet tranquillity,
beauty like hers has an unknown quality.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Her Eyes Is Shining (Terzanelle)
Her eyes is shining as the stars in the night
and with a type of grace
they sparkle bright, with an own true light
displaying character and sweetness in her face
and I wonder how she feels behind her smile's red glow
and with a type of grace
what lurks in her heart, what lurks below
her fiery radiance
and I wonder how she feels behind her smile's red glow
her natural charm and brilliance,
and I wonder what feelings she does really keep behind
her fiery radiance
and she is sweet and sharp of whit and mind
as a girl whose beauty comes from inside
and I wonder what feelings she does really keep behind
and what secrets she does hide?
Her eyes is shining as the stars in the night,
as a girl whose beauty comes from inside
they sparkle bright, with an own true light.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Love Outshines The Summer Sun (Sonnet Corona)
(after William Shakespeare)
I
My love outshines the summer sun,
even stars in their remote twinkling light
and her eyes are more beautiful, each one
than the stars glimmering at night
Her cheeks is dimpled cute
her hair is an auburn crown,
her cheeks is rosy beyond repute
her hair is sun-shot twisting in a way of their own.
Her lips are more soft and warm
and her spirit is more mild
than a ray of light falling on my arm
or at times more free and wild
than birds where they fly,
my love is like the radiant sapphire sky.
II
My love is like the radiant sapphire sky
like the breeze rustling through trees
so lovely on my eye,
eager to please.
My love is like the summer sun,
like the blue hued sea
always warm and full of fun,
touching me gently
even when the darkness calls
and when time goes to its finality
like a star her light still falls,
my love stays true to me
in every thing her face I see
so gentle, sweet and free.
III
So gentle, sweet and free
my love lives her life
but I long for her to be near to me
in a world without any strive.
Like a lily prospering alone in the marsh
blooming pure and serene,
my darling lives unknown to a world harsh
out of control, away from the limelight scene
and in that rural place
her beauty is untouched by makeup,
filled with a sweet grace
and even in the morning when she wakes up
the sun is in her hair,
my darling is really fair.
IV
My darling is really fair
there are stars in her eyes,
she’s the most beautiful flower found anywhere,
her eyes are much more pure than the bluest skies.
When she smiles at me,
smiling tenderly,
I in her smile blessings see
as if love is there in all of its glory.
Still more so the bliss
that is caught in her kiss
that comes from the divine
which she is making mine
and sometimes the beauty makes her cry,
when the day flutters by.
V
When the day flutters by
with the sun setting red
you will find my love and I
where stars come out from bed,
then like a butterfly
the sun kisses the night,
touches the dark low and high
before it goes by with its last light
and she unloosens my tie
while we watch the full yellow moon,
while the fire in her eyes lie
sparkling, much brighter than the sunny afternoon,
but with a passing bat flying low she catches a fright,
while the stars are shining bright.
VII
While the stars are shining bright
like jewels in the sky’s crown
on a winter night
it has tranquillity, a beauty of its own,
her eyes are radiant,
as if aflame
lovely and brilliant
and of some she know the name
and something indiscernibly small
creeps into the very soul, into the heart
and of it that is all,
a smouldering, something with which we cannot part:
to me she remains the only one in joy and fun,
my love outshines the summer sun.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Now is the time of our awakening
I
Now is the time of our awakening
in world where things are beautiful,
with the first caressing touch
of the morning’s refreshment
where the sun falls bright and hot,
where birds are singing together in joy,
in the blue jewel of the universe
about the glory that summer brings,
the earth is fresh after the first summer rain
with every tree, plant and flower
that grows much more powerful than previously
in the glory of their maturity
in every touch, colour and scent
we find nature at her prime.
II
We find nature at her prime
with birds singing joyous in the branches,
and we cannot draw ourselves away
of a world intruding into us,
every morning has something glorious
that we only have got to discover
and every time that you look at me
your glance wants to draw me into depths,
the essence of love is caught
in every day hanging around us,
we celebrate our intimate connection
in every wish and urge
that we yearn for in this world;
now your smile falls brightly.
III
Now your smile falls brightly
over the darkness of my life,
shining like a glorious day,
you bring new meaning each day
when your hand folds finely over mine
you look fragile, modestly
and I see the heavenly cobalt blue colour
in the bright gaze in your eyes
your voice is pure in every sound of it,
you are prettier than the most beautiful flower,
when your arms stretch round my neck
with everything coming out of the depth of love
our existence, our summer becomes holy
with an indistinguishable bright light.
IV
With an indistinguishable bright light
in the blinding bright ardour
of Your Godly omnipotence
that breaks right through our wavering courage
we both want to see You in our foolishness
even if days, nights, times has got to shatter
where You keep the world in Your mighty hands
past seasons of summer and winter
but in no thunder or raining stars
we could really see or find You,
in silent illustriousness You come
where every flower and animal serves you out of there own
from past the age old beginning, in the shining light
in the glory of sunshine.
V
In the glory of sunshine
you are in every bright summer day,
in the stars shining at night,
in the sovereign blue sky.
To me you are the most beautiful woman
who can understand me entirely
and there’s a kind of nobility that I see in you,
with comprehension you know where my life is going.
You are given to me in this summer sun,
as if happiness is bounded to this moment,
in the things we wish for and can do
for a whole lifetime’s meaning
when nature splashes down in moments;
the smell of your hair is like sweet grass.
VI
The smell of your hair is like sweet grass
baking in the summer sun
or ripe red peaches on a branch
that is washed clean in the drizzle
and the way that you reach for me
is like the brittle fluttering
of the wind singing through the trees,
is caressing like sun on glass
and your unknown moving foot
is a butterfly fluttering between flowers,
that only touches here and there in her arrival
before it again in apprehension flies away
with brittle wings banging down;
you are my serenity of the veldt.
VII
You are my serenity of the veldt,
earthly and still noble and pure,
the sweet repeating refrain
that insects and birds keep on mentioning.
You are glittering like an awesome brooch,
with your eyes glistening like the shining stars,
with enchantment that cannot disappear
full of fire but naturally unaffected.
You are the fluttering of the wind
that rustles through the fields of grass,
with the soft touching,
the charm that you find in drops
that sieve down on you, hesitating on your cheeks;
now is the time of our awakening.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Pretty Beautiful
Beautiful rainbow
Its colourful style
If only upside down
Reminds me of your smile
Beautiful Sunset
It made me stare
Rich in bright goldness
Reminds me of your hair
Beautiful Moon
Shining from space
Shining so bright
Reminds me of your face
Beautiful Stars
Filling the sky
Luminously glowing
Reminds me of your eyes
Beautiful Guitar
Sweet acoustic melodies
Its perfect toned curves
Reminds me of your body
Beautiful Night
Filled with twinkling stars
Reminds me of.
How pretty you are!
poem by Le Tu Quang
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This ones for my family
This ones for my family
People whom will never comprehend how much they mean to me
Without these shooting stars in my life
I have no ability
No clarity
No journey
No happiness or glory
These wishes that have come true
Beautiful and pure
So full of angel innocence and grace
Each and every one could never be replaced
I love them all so much they define where in this world I have a place
I want them all to know
How much I adore each passing second they grow
My love for them will never fade or go
Like sunsets every time they amaze me in there natural beautiful glow
Colour and radiance that is forever shown
You are my family and I miss you all so much
You are my family and forever I look forward for your touch
You are my family and share my make up
You are my family and I swear we will never break up
But stay strong and close
Drinking from the same cups
You are my family and for each and every one
I will never give up
In my dreams to help us rise up
For you are my family
You and you alone embody everything in my life’s eternity.
The tears that dropp from my cheek as I write
Come so naturally like stars in the night
For any time I sit and think about you all
My eyes well up and let them fall
Water from a well of emotion
Drawn to reflect my complete and utter devotion
To this love I have inside that is a natural potion
Taken from the same ocean
You are my family and I am surrendered to your hypnotism and wisdom
Your perfection in creation
The very reason my life has passion.
I love you all so much My Mother, Sisters and Brother
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A Wreath Of Sonnets To A Sweetheart
I
Tonight for the first time I caught your gaze
where you smelt roses in a garden,
with auburn curly hair hanging down your shoulders,
at morning glories trumpeting in strings over the wall
the window reflected you, caught in bright glass
and from the street I saw how lovely you are
feelings dancing in your sea-green eyes
aware of a unknown secret bond
but in the morning light you did disappear like mist
and when I rose
your were just a thought
you were already gone
like a pretty withered flower;
our friendship came suddenly.
II
Our friendship came suddenly.
like lightning falling from the blue sky
where two people in the great universe
are astounded by each other momentarily,
maybe we knew intrinsically that troubled days were coming,
perhaps had a intuition that moments decay with time
and for the time that was given to us, we were madly in love
like everyone in mankind at times
as if you came into my life unstoppable,
the winter rain of months changed
with a unknown adaptability
and although you are at times far off and distant
you still remain the only one;
like two jewels your eyes are shining.
III
Like two jewels your eyes are shining
pierced by a bright light,
they are oval like olives
with the glittering of rainbows
still they have got the ability
to with a own secret language
draw my thoughts to you
when you bewitch me, full of sunshine laughter and elated
making the world wonderful
as if we are exceptional,
as if clouds are writing enchanting words in the sky,
the sun is rising over days that just get more beautiful
and like two children we find meaning;
by our own free will we are incorporated into each other
IV
By our own free will we are incorporated into each other
in ecstasy, recreation and trouble
of the small loving death
with words that your body writes.
Your slender body
presses tightly against mine
and I can feel your heart beating
without hesitation driven
moments are drawing out long
we are fulfilled in ecstasy,
you drawn me still closer
hitting your nails into me, screaming in pleasure
as if caught in this single moment,
you were twisting from sheer pleasure.
V
You were twisting from sheer pleasure,
but why do your eyes bother me
when you complete me so perfectly,
going deep into my soul leaving an inability?
When this wondrous night passes
you stay incomprehensible to me,
as if something is missing from my comprehension,
that lies between us, something almost untouchable.
Still there is sunshine in every glance that you give
and an intimate certainty with which you love me
as if you trust me with every secret,
as if our feelings will never change
even when destiny foams thundering,
when the cold rain pours down.
VI
When the cold rain pours down
as if there’s no stopping to it,
sieving down in a Cape winter in banks of fog,
with the wind howling around the corners of the house
there’s a monotonousness in the noise,
days became grey as if stripped from meaning,
your smile comes to me day after day to refresh my life,
it’s as if you traverse my life the whole time
and I realise how fleeting life is,
that what we have got is caught in the here and now,
in the glitter and sparkle of the moment,
where I cannot still draw you near;
while you are doing your undressing dance.
VII
While you are doing your undressing dance
my beloved auburn girl, you are standing there winking,
while braless you gambol around me
catching me in a trance
and the sincerity of your glance, the sparkle
at times is terrifying as if it maims,
as if something gruesome shines in your eyes,
spread your web for me without a chance of escape
let smoke rise from sparks
in the temple of my heart
and when the fire alarms are wailing and I yearn for you
you have already caught me and can be silent,
you play your game and I my part to it;
glowing lights are radiating in the night.
VIII
Glowing lights are radiating in the night,
bringing joy to the dark hour
and in my veins power rushes
of passion’s glowing fire
of earthly desires, as if from the ground
burning through my blood
when your sparking mouth
let desires awake in a pouring flood
and creeping your hand sail over my chest
in flaming lust,
in the hour of deeper thirst
that only lips, hands and bodies can answer to,
it feels as if in emotions we are overstepping the mark;
tonight there is a potsherd moon.
IX
Tonight there is a potsherd moon
as if the moon is breaking in pieces
there’s only a piece of it glowing in the heaven
and very slowly
it rises in the sky, as if it is following the stars in its orbit
where it hangs high as apiece, until the morning comes eventually,
showing early morning still against the blue sky
until its brilliance disappears, suddenly wasted
and still it’s as if the moon has enchanted me,
with its rays and shadows
falling secretly over my whole life,
it enchants me with love
that I find without fear;
when you kiss me a star shoots past.
X
When you kiss me a star shoots past,
you are the sunshine of this summer,
you make me mad with passion,
as the answer to what my life is yearning for
and in the dark night
when you come and lie
somewhat afraid next to me, supple and soft
there’s passion that I read in your eyes.
Your lips stroke butterfly soft over my mouth,
at times only touches my cheek,
as if near to holy ground
free and never caught
with eyes at times gleaming secretively;
you smell of flowers blooming in spring.
XI
You smell of flowers blooming in spring
fresh, noble and sweet
and its as if thousands of streams flows through your eyes,
as if a glowing
is radiating out of them
but against your blouse sinful blossoms are showing,
an attraction, a stimulation that goes to your loins
where all promises, all relationships ends
as if you are the flower of flowers,
out of which all others come,
going the way of Eve, with great loving
drawing every man, to whom you glance astoundingly
and in this spring you smile at me,
as if you can free me from every other woman.
XII
As if you can free me from every other woman
with lasciviousness in every step,
you are only looking at me
and sometimes your eyes radiate like thunder
and when age come with the years,
will fire then still rise between us
when our youth disappears into the grey, bended in spent disguise,
beginning to show the road to eternity?
Will we then still know the meaning of love,
when all other things begin to fade away
like fog in the brain and memory
and will we still dare
where things now look lovely and heavenly
to look past the surface?
XIII
To look past the surface
how the terribly strong wind
is blowing the winter rain away,
one morning I was gazing with moisture blinding me
while the palm trees were waving around,
it was grabbing broken branches,
with the water in the distance looking grey in the bay
and I was walking unnoticed to your window
and I was wondering if you
would look down from the top window,
maybe would spot me, if I would be able to get in touch with you
and even that gloomy day was lustrous to me
as you love me in times of joy and sorrow;
now that winter is drawing skeleton.
XIV
Now that winter is drawing skeleton
with days bending like branches over me,
with a few birds rising calling into the air,
have I got to miss you, search for you for joy and meaning?
Am I still blinded
against the errors that you scream out,
where like all others you are caught in this age?
Still there’s something in me that wants to find you
and I dream right through the night
how your slender arms embrace me,
I see you in other faces during the day,
as if you are close to me
and I wonder what to expect of these things
while the leaves of the acorn are falling and perishing around me?
XV
Tonight for the first time I caught your gaze,
our friendship came suddenly,
like two jewels your eyes are shining,
by our own free will we are incorporated into each other.
You were twisting from sheer pleasure
when the cold rain pours down,
while you are doing your undressing dance,
flowing lights are radiating in the night.
Tonight there is a potsherd moon,
when you kiss me a star shoots past,
you smell of flowers blooming in spring,
as if you can free me from every other woman
to look past the surface
now that winter is drawing skeleton.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Million Heart Beats From You
lost gone away to the wind like the seasons changing fall to winter winter into spring beautiful in the summertime the best time o anytime depending on where you are stars shine an eternal glow of forever and ever darkness gives away to the light of bright sunlit day light far and away from from you i seem across what is forever and darkened and blocks anysite of you in my mind in my heart i hold on to the thought of you a sweet memory that will always be with me now and always more worth sweet like life itself my heart feels the ever crushing of darkness my soul plunges deeper into a lonley lost hell the very stars for but an eternity then it turns to dark slowly like acandle slowy fadin into the very nothingness i think back to the thought of you sweet sexy kind and caring the very sweetness of you the look in your eyes the very greatness when you smile the feeling the warmth like a hot summer day and how your eyes sparkle and shine like bright beautiful starlight from now and until the end of time itself stay sweet stay kind beautiful beautiful angel that you are and will always be until the very end itself you'll be in my heart
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Mitchel
You're more beautiful than a satiny pink rose, more beautiful than a starlit sky, more beautiful than a magenta sunset, more beautiful than the early morning rays of the sun, more beautiful than a haunting romantic song. I love nothing more than being with you. I'd rather be with you than do anything else in the world. The sound of your voice soothes something deep inside me while at the same time, it stirs a romantic passion that can make me forget everything else. Your smile makes my heart pound wildly and my knees weak. I can picture us entwined in a garden of pink. I would stare into your eyes, enthralled by all that you are... by a beauty that's incomparable.Truly you're epitome of beauty, how you walks elegantly, your ravishing smile, you sonorous voice...everything about you is meaningful and worthy of emulation, because you're a very beautiful lady with a heart of gold, very kind and you posses the quality that every man desire and dream off in a woman.The quality you posses is too much for me to explain...Thanks to the creator who created someone as special as you.
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Orara
THE STRONG sob of the chafing stream
That seaward fights its way
Down crags of glitter, dells of gleam,
Is in the hills to-day.
But far and faint, a grey-winged form
Hangs where the wild lights wane—
The phantom of a bygone storm,
A ghost of wind and rain.
The soft white feet of afternoon
Are on the shining meads,
The breeze is as a pleasant tune
Amongst the happy reeds.
The fierce, disastrous, flying fire,
That made the great caves ring,
And scarred the slope, and broke the spire,
Is a forgotten thing.
The air is full of mellow sounds,
The wet hill-heads are bright,
And down the fall of fragrant grounds
The deep ways flame with light.
A rose-red space of stream I see,
Past banks of tender fern;
A radiant brook, unknown to me
Beyond its upper turn:
The singing silver life I hear,
Whose home is in the green,
Far-folded woods of fountains clear,
Where I have never been.
Ah, brook above the upper bend,
I often long to stand
Where you in soft, cool shades descend
From the untrodden land!
Ah, folded woods, that hide the grace
Of moss and torrents strong,
I often wish to know the face
Of that which sings your song!
But I may linger, long, and look
Till night is over all:
My eyes will never see the brook,
Or sweet, strange waterfall.
The world is round me with its heat,
And toil, and cares that tire;
I cannot with my feeble feet
Climb after my desire.
But, on the lap of lands unseen,
Within a secret zone,
There shine diviner gold and green
Than man has ever known.
And where the silver waters sing
Down hushed and holy dells,
The flower of a celestial Spring,
A tenfold splendour, dwells.
Yea, in my dream of fall and brook
By far sweet forests furled,
I see that light for which I look
In vain through all the world—
The glory of a larger sky
On slopes of hills sublime,
That speak with God and morning, high
Above the ways of Time!
Ah! haply, in this sphere of change
Where shadows spoil the beam,
It would not do to climb that range
And test my radiant Dream.
The slightest glimpse of yonder place,
Untrodden and alone,
Might wholly kill that nameless grace
The charm of the unknown.
And therefore, though I look and long,
Perhaps the lot is bright
Which keeps the river of the song
A beauty out of sight
poem by Henry Kendall
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On a windy night (in answer to T.S. Eliot)
I. It’s Midnight
It’s Midnight
and the wind brushes softly though my hair,
there are long drawn out shadows everywhere
under the street lamps and the bright light
is stringed out in white
beacon after beacon leading for some to somewhere
but to me it feels as if they are going nowhere,
as if this dark night
is endless without form or shape
and one lonely shadow is following me
while branches are caught in a macabre dance
and there’s a chill at the nape
of my neck and darkness wherever I see
while I walk as if in a trance.
II. Half past one
Half past one
and the spluttering street lump did mutter
“so you had your fun, ”
and no single word did I utter
and at my back fear was crawling
as if in the past night
I had done a unpardonable sin and wind was the singing
“do not look back” and above me the stars was bright
but a strange feeling was in me
as if something evil was following,
as if from it I would never be free
and I glimpsed back, in my daring caught a glance
of something without shadow sneaking behind
and I believed that it as a trick of the mind.
III. It was half-past two
It was half-past two
and while walking through the park
I did not have a clue
where I was going and the night was very dark
and a black thinned out cat sneaked past
with green glowing eyes
as if the tranquillity could not last
and all of the past goodbyes
where coming to my mind
of loved animals, friends and you
as if I was blind and never again to find
the place in the world where I belonged to
and with a leap of delight
the cat found something to eat in that night.
IV. The darkness washed over me
The darkness washed over me
falling like a old worn out cloak
and there were known stars that I could see
but with feelings wanted to choke
and it was half-past three
with a strange familiar howl in the wind
and the cat was eying me
as if in me it had find
a close compatriot
who is also a dweller in the night,
but in life I felt like a idiot
watching the bright
lights of cars passing in the distance,
praying for some kind of deliverance.
V. At four I was chilly
At four I was chilly
and did not want to wait in the park anymore,
the cat was still with me
purring much more in love with me than before
and I carried it while stroking it
as if I had found a new friend
and bit by tiny bit
I liked it and it was no fiend
but a tiny living thing
with shiny bright eyes burning
right through me and the wind did sing
the leaves on branches were still churning
and for a time I had company,
and it was great to be alive with something that loved me.
VI. The memory was crowding me
The memory was crowding me,
as if there was no escape
that on a similar night I did see
a glance of beauty peering from beneath a cape
and then it was somewhat chilly
not like now a summer night
and a strange passion did fill me
to see her full face in the bright light
but into the night she did disappear
with white cheeks and the fire of a eye
as if she was not meant to be near
and now with the sun in a bright sky
with a bird calling on its mate
I see her standing at the garden gate.
[Reference: Rhapsody on a Windy Night by T. S. Eliot.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Funmilola
SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT YOU WILL WANT TO KEEP LOOKING AT HER, HER SMILE BRING SMILE TO EVERY LIPS.HER EYES WONT EVER MAKE HER WANT TO LIE.HER BEAUTY IS LIKE A ROSE IN FULL BLOOM, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT WHEN OUR CREATOR THOUGHT OF BEAUTY HE SAW ONLY HER.SHE IS WONDERFULY MADE, GOD MADE HER SMILE OF THE SUNSHINE, AND HE MAOLDED HER HEART OF PURE GOLD, IN HER EYES HE PLACED BRIGHT SHINING STARS, IN HER CHEEKS FAIR ROSE YOU SEE.SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT IF A THOUSAND PAINTER WORK FOR A MILLION YEARS THEY COULD NOT CREATE A WORK OF ART AS BEAUTIFUL AS HER.SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS VIRGIN SAND, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS RAINBOW FULL OF COLOURS, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS STARS FILLED THE SKY, SHE IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS BLOOMING FLOWER.OH BEAUTIFUL HER NAME WAS CALLED, SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL, SHE SPEAK OF BEAUTY, SHE SLEEP IN BEAUTY, , SHE WALK IN BEAUTY, SHE LIVE IN BEAUTY.SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL THAT THEIR IS NO FLOWER THAT CAN BE COMPARED TO HER BEAUTY, SHE IS REINCANATION OF AN ANGEL, FAIREST OF ALL, GODESS OF BEAUTIES, EXQUISITE BEAUTY LIKE SUNSHINE.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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When You Tell Me How Much You Do Love Me
How many days I saw your subtle grace
the lingering smile on your lovely face,
there is a kind of sweet innocence
but also charm and a confidence
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
Sometimes beautiful the day does begin
while loving you closely feels like a sin,
but our intense feelings we cannot ignore
while life changes from what it was before
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
The moment is eternal with each kiss
while we are caught in ecstasy, sheer bliss
and not the future or even times past
has significance while the feelings last
and you bring an inner tranquillity
when you tell me how much you do love me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Let The Inner Light Shine!
Sometimes in dream
I see only light,
The light that shines,
But Sometimes
play different colour!
Wonderful are these,
life and dreams,
without rhyme or reason,
They swiftly turn,
Change course and colour!
Sometimes only wearer know where the shoe pinches,
And others may laugh on his walk,
may it be relative or friend,
Friend is that one with heart, keep aside his own pain,
May all others smile or laugh,
No one to weep with,
friend full of loving heart,
ready to wipe tears of
crying heart!
May it be life, or it may be a dream!
Dreamer only know
how take dreams him far,
How great or how dreadful dreams are,
One has to face it all alone!
Is one's own mind give,
shape and form to his dreams,
Lest they are play of shadow and light,
Shade and colours mind feels!
What is that making
In my dream or life,
I only enjoy,
Or even I only suffer By unknown fear,
Everyone is busy in his own itch,
Who on this universe, has free hands to help,
Some leisure left is used to poke one's nose into others affairs,
Not to help, only to irritate and laugh?
Let inner light shine bright,
Stop inner turmoil and fight,
Let all useless thoughts die,
let only love shine,
glory of wisdom and knowledge divine,
Beyond horizon of limitations of human mind,
Every heart be true and kind!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A Farewell Lay For Minette
I
Minette, the wind now whispers, are sometimes raging
as if its calling your name while I am aging
and forever you will be sweet and young,
sometimes it feels as if around me a war is waging
while I am trying to find my way
in a world where destiny sometimes havoc play
are looking for answers to the questions of life and living
while my life passes without you day after day.
II
Far too happy was the day that we met
as if by some fiddling of destiny it was set
and while I stopped to give you help
with tears your cheeks was wet,
but the smile that came upon your face
said thank you with a kind of amazing grace
while I changed your car's tire
from sudden nervousness my hands felt out of place.
It was as if the morning sun
had suddenly risen before the day had begun
and although we did not say a single word
your company was loads of fun.
In my car's four sharp head lamps your golden hair
was pretty and you were more beautiful than just fair
while on the wind I caught a whiff of your scent
it felt as if your presence was predetermined to be there.
III
That summer was a really lovely one
even the breeze had a joyous tone
while we laughed fell in love almost at a whim
and far too quickly our time together was gone.
You were so part of me you were in my heart and head,
in quick understanding few words were ever said
but our loving, our companionship and understanding was intense
and together we could only see great things lying ahead.
IV
Standing at your grave I saw the wind
turning the red sand into clouds of dust,
coming strong from behind
and at your death broken
there was no answer that I could find.
Maybe we had to much sheer happiness
found a lifetime's joy in our moments of bliss
as we thought that the rest of our lives
would simply be like this.
V
At times I have tried to forget you
have tried to paint my life a different hue,
forget the way it was between us
but some memories always stay true
and memories at times brings everything back
when you return with an uncanny knack
and in lonely evenings
when the sky is black
I dream of you joining me
and like always you look happy and free
while from each other we are separated
and there's an inadequacy
a dividing thing between the living and the dead
and sometimes our meetings come with a kind of dread
while you stay part of me
and it's a strange, strange life to lead.
VI
Minette, the wind howls, there's rain
coming down while lightning bolts flash again and again
and it's almost as if I can touch you, catch your essence
but my heart is full of pain
and maybe its time to say goodbye,
in this rainy, stormy weather
to really again live in a place where the sun shines
when the sky glows within its ether.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Better It Would Have Been (Sonnet Corona / Crown Of Sonnets)
I
Without you much better it would have been,
if in this wide world under all the skies
I did not know you, I had never seen
the glimmer, the attraction in your eyes.
Better it would have been if I unseen
at the braking of that particular day
joyous, somewhat sincere like a teen
went on another different kind of way,
I would then have totally missed you
as our love, our joy was sealed in vain.
You would not have opportunity to do
things that leave much heartache and pain
as your heart was set in some treachery,
your blunt rebuke was not sought by me.
II
Your blunt rebuke was not sought by me,
yet you gave it to me as if earned,
as if from it I was not to be free,
its impact did hurt and really burned
right into my depths, my heart's inner core
and still I then very much loved you
every day more and even much more
as something very sincere and true
but my Lord I loved more deeper still
as He always dwelled in everything
and I try to live by His very will,
with your love being at times a cursing
and at times there was water on my glasses;
when the wild wind rushes through the grasses.
III
When the wild wind rushes through the grasses,
it is something that you will never see
nor the beauty of the places were it passes
as you can never be really quite free
from the rich earthly things that embraces
you in wantonness, in deep iniquity
and at many different kinds of places
high up on the hill and down in the lea
diamonds adorn grasses and wild flowers
as if nature cries for you and me
as tears of dew that shines, not from showers
while life is how it's determined to be,
when you had chosen a fresh sort of start;
I did not ask you to return my heart.
IV
I did not ask you to return my heart
you have trampled it again and again
and now it would be really just in vain
as it is broken in every part
but now from each other being apart
we live separate lives of joy and pain
and the simple fact does still remain,
it does not take someone really quite smart
to know that when you do not have me
your whole life becomes somewhat mundane,
then you do not really want to be free
and I know that it sounds very inane
but obviously I cannot anymore be
yours in love's strange painful mystery.
V
Yours in love's strange painful mystery
were without any tears and full of glee
but left me totally broken hearted
then I noted after more than fifteen years
that you did not take a last kind of kiss,
from me was taking whatever you could,
had totally forgotten our sweet bliss,
maybe I knew this was the way that it would.
I wish time and again not to have know you
in the way that it ended when you were gone,
while then you had been wickedly untrue
had have intimate sex with someone,
it's sometimes hard to be the only one,
when at night in darkness I lie down alone.
VI
When at night in darkness I lie down alone
the golden moon and all the stars are bright
and some of them to me are quite unknown,
Orion and the seven sisters gleam at night
but life does continually carry on
the morning sun seems at times out of sight
and it is stripped from all affection
but can constantly bring back life and light
to what is still left of my kind of world,
as if everything is falling apart
and in all the things that I do behold
you seem to be somehow the crucial part
as if everything was astray leaden,
as you left me, my life did then deaden.
VII
As you left me, my life did then deaden
as if being tied up and underfed,
walking away, not anymore a maiden,
leaving my heart filled with only dread.
In love I saw you as pure and holy
a mother for children, true to the gods,
but with your lover you acted lowly
as you did cast me away to life's odds
and you have lost all the joyful graces
with the very thoughts of you that remain,
images of your many different faces
are filled to the brim with utter pain
and to meet you again I am not keen,
without you much better it would have been.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When nothing anymore brings me peace
When nothing anymore brings me peace,
even in heaven or on earth
and when I find nothing beautiful, or glorious
in the stars blazing in the night sky,
then your eyes are filled with sparkling,
an inner beauty that is lovelier
than any shining lights,
than drops of rain filled with life
falling down during a bright day,
your smile my love, is like a ray of sunlight
bright in its intensity, you dazzle me
and your laughter chimes in precious notes
like a vast symphony and I want to be free,
with no other company than yours.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beautiful We Are
Beautiful the night
but it does not compare
to the twinkle in your eyes
greater than the stars up high.
Beautiful your smile
it makes me warm inside
as I sit with you awhile
and stay here at your side
You know my love is true
it will be forevermore
my heart belongs to you
you're the one that I long for.
Beautiful the days
you show your heart to me
Beautiful the way
you set my spirit free
Beautiful the nights
I see your face in dreams
a cave so dark, you are the light
a diamond in coals you gleam
Beautiful we are, you and I together
it's written in the stars
that we could last forever.
poem by Kelly Curiel
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The Gift of Love
As Isit with my wings spread wide
eyes shut tight
with a smile on my face
I sit in meditation
thinking of you
Thinking of the days when...
I was a sad princess
dreary was my setting
trite my skin
and ebtrapped my heart...
With an entrapped heart
came a forlorn mind
bordering with unruliness
and a look of malice in my eyes...
All this came ith being
the last one standing
the last of my kind
the last of my being
loneliness does not become me...
Sad I was with nowhere to go
no-one to turn to
until you came along...
A creature of kindness with a heart of gold
filled with love
you showed me a way unknown to me
a way of serenity
something a being of my stature knew of not...
I was a fighter
who only knew action
to be passive would be to die
my only place of tranquility would be my grave...
With your calm ways
you showed me a light
a light brighter than the sun
yet cooler than a fountain
it brought me a beauty
a beauty so soft and sensual
it taught me to LOVE...
that same love brightened me
in a way no-one will ever know
it might be seen as a physical beauty
or be seen as a great persona
either way, it's not
it's a newly found emotional strength
A strength more powerful
than the strongest being
it cannot be judged by
physical attributes
it cannot be judged at all
To judge it would be to err
to err is mans nature
we arenot man
I, an Angel
You, a peaceful being unknown to me
You and I
stuck in a place
somewhere between
Heaven, Hell and Earth
where Fallen Angels,
Lesser Evils and the Best of Man
may spend their time
on another level
On another level
Where our spirits may be free.
[To my love- I have felt this way about you for the longest time, it still hasn't changed]
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Far Too Little I Know
I
Far too little I know about the things that lie between us,
I see the sea drawing back and rushing in,
I know too little to tell you about my love,
see your tracks disappearing over a sand dune.
I know too little to talk about a secret,
how one day can be so very special,
filled with life changing meaning,
about the things that I read in your eyes
but that that you really love me,
I know before the sea wipes our tracks away
when I kiss you and get you giggling,
while we give new steps into life
when you became the meaning in my small universe;
if you were the light falling through the window on me.
II
If you were the light falling through the window on me,
a star shining at night against the sky,
I would have been able to admire you, in days without end
but now thunder flashes down
whiter than daylight into my life
becoming part of my life,
to again jump to somewhere else
as if single moments are everything
and far too short was the time that you could stay,
with almost endless cheerfulness that you could bring
in this tough world as part of me,
where my heart could sing songs of joy
and far too little time I had invested in you,
how should I have known that I would make an oath with you?
III
How should I have know that I would make a oath with you
before I met you,
have a concept of such intimate feelings,
as with which you are part of my whole world?
How must I have know the meaning
of faith, love and hope
and about professing of true love
before our lives started together
on ways that I could not expect
and could learn to love
past events, years and times reaching to maybe,
that you are part of everything in me?
I want to love you as in days long past,
in the winter of my life.
IV
In the winter of my life
when all the trees around me stand skeleton,
with stripped branches shivering in the wind,
with sometimes a thunder bashing down
I sometimes remember the look in your sea-green eyes
where colours so secretly come together,
even when my body bend like branches, bended by age
as if in my thoughts they are looking forever at me,
it’s as if a new spring just have got to come,
as if your arms surround my neck,
with you flowering anew
as a angel of light
it’s sometimes as is you are with me,
when the morning starts with its first rays.
V
When the morning starts with its first rays,
with the sky changing from twilight grey to blue,
hang with the moon still hanging white
I am caught like a lizard
that prays to the sun,
where it’s rising white hot,
where I sit before your photograph
that shows every bit of your beauty,
but the nights and months past
while every day you look back
from that photograph
and I wonder if you still do love me?
and I think certainly, you are just as pretty,
when the sun throws its last rays over the trees.
VI
When the sun throws its last rays over the trees,
drawing shadows out long
before it reaches out
with long orange red rays
and the streetlights suddenly are awakening
give eyes to poles, becoming orange yellow
then I know
that you are somewhere else and just as pretty,
that you are laughing somewhere else,
caring after your children, doing your duties,
stretching yourself out for the night,
after kissing your children goodnight
and I am really longing while I am waiting,
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure.
VII
I miss the way that you laugh in pleasure,
how you cry for a beautiful movie,
even expecting something good out of poor things,
how on a dark rainy night you shelter against me,
the way that you look at me,
the feelings that you bring to me,
as if you’re green eyes shines like the sea,
with every word going into my depths
but time takes an own road
and destiny is without mercy,
where at a time we both had to go different directions
and still try to jump over horizons with words
and maybe I have to court you again anew,
far too little I know about the things that lie between us.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The sweetness of you is the most beautiful thing in this universe the beauty of you is the most sweetest thing ever knowing you is probably the greatest thing to me looking into your eyes and seeing such a great goodhearted person such as yourself with a heart worth more than gold in this world has to offer your eyes are as blue as the blueest skies and your heart beats ever so beautifully your soul shines and burns like the fire of a candle full of love and desire you are a sweet wonderful kind and caring girl to me your like a queen someone whose orders Id follow without even asking why for you I would give my life if commanded for my life means little but for your happiness I sacrafice everything that in which I am or ever could be your smile speaks volumes to me soemthing Id always cherish in my mind in my soul in my heart will always be the ever sweet memory of you even into death into hell no one or nothing would take the most beautiful memory of a beautiful angel like you away from me.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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