Daily I Do You More Adore
Daily I do you more adore
and daily things do change
from what they had been before
and even if at times it feels strange,
even if some other names I do call
forever you do remain my all in all.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Not too long ago (English sonnet)
Not too long ago we both knew a time of woe
but then into my life you came
and your smile on your face did glow
and never was a single day since then the same.
It feels that since ancient times
we have known each other from somewhere before
and these feelings are sublime
while daily we do love and adore each other even more.
There is something know and perfect to your face
something familiar, well loved in your speech
and I know how our feelings do daily linger as we embrace
as if forever we have know each to each
as if our feelings as a principle can never wear down
and I am glad, proud and honoured to call you my own.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Deadline
I see that I am living a dead life
and the daily life
leaves no impression on me,
and before I know I am turned into a stick,
already fossilized
and life passes me
while I do not get involved with anything.
Too many times
I had daily contact with death
and now I die from life
and every day do the same things,
the same work,
and are caught immovable like an idiot.
The same things
I write over and over
of Johnnie loosing Sally,
of love that charms,
or war that still resounds in me
and on our hands
the blood, the damned blood
and I feel at times as if the Lord doesn’t hear.
I try to live right,
to respect others,
to honour the Lord
and my poems stay the same
words of somebody surviving
and I still am able to adore
and what the church prohibits feels so right and true
while life hits me back
past the beginning.
I still feel, weep and laugh
and sometimes sing in the shower
as if nothing
is wrong with life
and I keep dreaming,
set myself to win
and to stay alive
while the deadline
slowly comes nearer to me
where my heart will beat its last stroke
before it will stop eternally.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Daily Ritual
On waking and rising
First foot to touch the floor
Thank you thank you thank you
Second foot to touch the floor
Thank you thank you thank you
Such is my daily ritual
in respect, adoration and honor
of my creator
Without daily thanks
we cannot move forward
we will remain as we are
Without daily thanks
we cannot appreciate
what we are or who we can become
Without understanding this fact
we remain trapped in our own
limiting abilities
Gratitude can set us free
poem by Janice M Pickett
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Unforgetable
So short,
Yet unforgettable, unimaginable...
The times we spent together,
Whispering, giggling, talking...
Thanks for the listening ear,
Thanks for the surprises!
Thanks
for the help you've given even when not asked
Thanks for what you had been,
You are appreciated for what you could have been,
Thanks...
My friend,
How we both wish this times could be forever, encompassing...
But we both know we have no control on that,
I will forever cherish the memory of you,
You will always remain part of me..
My friend,
Wherever you are,
Whatever you are doing,
We will meet again,
We wil...
A friend above others you will forever be to me
No gain, No pain
The saying is
Yet, regardless of our differences,
The arguments, the misunderstandings,
the names calling, refusal to pick each other's call,
They were one of those things that made us unique,
Thanks to you wherever you go...
Thanks you are unforgettable...
Go In Peace...
In Love it is finished!
poem by Ibrahim Enitan Eniola Olubiyi
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Up Above The Daily Hum
Wondering at the scope of my experience
Cautious so not to be cold
Caught up in the comfort of what I once was
Lost in all the brand new possibility
Oh to be
In the middle
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
When is this all over
When does the next one begin
Happy on the pull of the past
Just before the future comes
Hoping for the rush of some experience
That could elevate me
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
Up above the daily hum
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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How Will I Daily Look Upon God's Face? (Cavatina)
How will I daily look upon God's face,
while I do sin
and still daily continually do fall?
When I begin
each day with a prayer, inside my heart
His love is in,
while He daily makes my life again new,
much more pure than all of the morning dew
poem by Gert Strydom
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Since The Day That Love Came To Your Heart (Italian Sonnet)
Since the day that love came to your heart
life feels as if it's played out on a stage
in times of true happiness and rage
where you do act and I play my part
and although joy is sometimes a art
that is not understood in the modern age
where people are content to earn their daily wage
there is something more to our feelings from the very start
and yet never will these true feelings fade,
never will our love be only temperate
as there is much more to it
or only be of happiness a kind of shade
or last to only a sell by date
as daily it grows bit by bit.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Since The Day That Love Came To Your Heart (Italian Sonnet) [2]
Since the day that love came to your heart
life feels as if it's played out on a stage
in times of true happiness and rage
where you do act and I play my part
and although joy is sometimes a art
that is not understood in the modern age
where people are content to earn their daily wage
there is something more to our feelings from the very start
and yet never will these true feelings fade,
never will our love be only temperate
as there is much more to it
or only be of happiness a kind of shade
or last to only a sell by date
as daily it grows bit by bit.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A feeling like this
A feeling like this
~
I hate this feeling
like a child powerless
to change the world about me
I’ve put my heart soul into it
and still feel like I'm failing
I try daily to maintain strength
to to retain a positive outlook
but at times its not so easy
I'd rather hide in bed
beneath the sheets and sleep
where the world can't see me
reach me or speak to me
its the weight of it all
however hard I love someone
its not enough at times
the energy I give to friends
to the projects I enter into
all feels wasted, lost
like it all comes to nothing
and I’m left feeling sorry
wishing I could do better
to change the world about me
I hate this feeling
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Daily I Crucify Him
Daily I crucify Him while I dwell in sin,
while I stumble forth in life;
daily a new life for me He does begin
even when I fall down in strive
and from every sin, every iniquity
daily He sets me free.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lord let it be so inspired by the Holy Bible
Lord let it be so
O' Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
if Despair be our Our daily bread
No Lord let not be so
Examine me my Lord
And know my mind
Keep me on good ways to go
And Lord let it be so
Set me free from distress
Make me good and strong
For sinful gains i must long
No Lord let not be so
Lord listen to my call of help
And be always at my side
Be with me when i need you
And Lord let it be so
O'Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
If despair be our daily bread
Lord let not be so
O' Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
If despair be our daily
Lord let not be so
And let it be so
Set me free from distress
Make me good and strong
For sinful gains i must long
No Lord let not be so
Lord listen to my call of help
And be always at my side
Be with me when i need you
And let it be so
O' Lord give us our daily bread
And let it be so
If despair be our daily bread
Let not be so
poem by Rehanayakoob Yakoob
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The time when suddenly spring does unfold (English sonnet)
The time when suddenly spring does unfold
when skies are crystal clear, sunny and blue
in blossoming trees and flowers I do behold
and still my deep feelings for you are true
when all of nature is gay, full of life,
when the season is more hot than temperate
and it's a great blessing that you are my wife
that together daily we do face fate
and although at times you bring me pain
there is loveliness that on your face I see
and our feelings of affection and love does remain
as if by God's own hand they are set to be
as if from the creation together we do belong,
still my love for you daily grows more strong.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Our Daily Bread
"Give me my daily bread.
It seems so odd,
When all is done and said,
This plea to God.
To pray for cake might be
The thing to do;
But bread, it seems to me,
Is just our due.
"Give me my daily toil,"
I ought to say -
(If from life's cursed coil
I'd time to pray.)
Give me my daily sweat,
My body sore,
So that bread I may get
To toil for more.
"Give me my daily breath,"
Through half a sob,
Until untimely death
Shall end my job.
A crust for my award,
I cry in dread:
"Grant unto me. Oh Lord,
My daily bread!"
poem by Robert William Service
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Will Change change?
1.
What will happen to change?
Will change change as all things?
Or will it develop immunity
And embrace hypocrisy?
Will change resist change
And go against its doctrinaire?
Why, will change change not
Should nothing be permanent, even change?
Since change is also a thing.
2.
Our world changes daily by seconds
Our lives in the roller-coaster of time
The noon gives way to the moon
The dawn turns dusk
At intersections of these:
One enters, another exits
One moans, another mourns
One rejoices, one regrets
In the spate and space of time;
A jungle becomes a haven
The oblivious became renowned
Riches become ruins
All on the altar of change
poem by Ifedayo Oshin
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Barrytown
Im not one to look behind I know that times must change
But over there in barrytown they do things very strange
And though youre not my enemy
I like things like they used to be
And though youd like some company
Im standing by myself
Go play with someone else
I can see by what you carry that you come from barrytown
Dont believe Im taken in by stories I have heard
I just read the daily news and swear by every word
And dont think that Im out of line
For speaking out for what is mine
Id like to see you do just fine
But look at what you wear
And the way you cut your hair
I can see by what you carry that you come from barrytown
In the beginning we recall that the word was hurled
Barrytown people got to be from another world
Leave me or Ill be just like the others you will meet
They wont act as kindly if they see you on the street
And dont you scream or make a shout
Its nothing you can do about
It was there where you came out
Its a special lack of grace
I can see it in your face
I can see by what you carry that you come from barrytown
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Strange Things Happen
She believes in god
And karma too
Paranormal powers
You know some people do
Got scorpio risin
Uh huh
Tell you whats in your stars
She was down in rio
Turn the heads of state
Got em into makin
This planet a better place
On copacabana
Uh huh
Oh yeah she radiate better go meditate
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen
Strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Strange things happen
Oh ohhh ohhhh
Oh oh strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Met a pshycic reader
With a crystal ball
Had a vision
Said we could have it all
I caught her gazin
Uh huh
At our destiny cosmically
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen
Oh ohhh ohhhh
Oh oh strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Strange things happen
Oh ohhh ohhhh
Oh oh strange things happen
Everytime I touch my baby
Strange things happen to me
Strange strange strange strange strange strange strange strange strange
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Strange strange strange
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Strange strange strange
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Strange strange strange strange strange
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Some changes
It will remain so long mankind
Cruelty may take over if you remain unkind
Yet life is unique to live in
Amidst loss and no win
Worry not about what is happening
Sun may rise daily and set in evening
We can do nothing except to change self
Sea also remains calm even with so much in shelf
If we can not make some changes
Try to adjust and manage
Still if it is impossible and unbearable
Make it least botherable and tolerable
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Power To The People Mar 4th,2011
If more people read this blog, they would eventually realize,
That things are not all right in Canada despite our huge size,
We need binding referendums and political recall,
We need true set-date elections and not and not just when they call.
We need death with dignity because we are all going to die,
It could be an awful painful death and we don’t know the reason why,
Our wishy washy leadership see no reason to change,
No power to the people and why should that be so strange?
It’s uncomfortable I know because there’s nothing we can do,
Because all these changes are forbidden in case you didn’t know,
Read your daily papers and they will tell you what to think,
Propaganda of the faithful going to the hockey rink,
Mar 4th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Days Whittled Away
Small becomes big, while huge is little, this as we mentally whittle,
Sorting many things in our mind, looking forward and also behind;
Pondering things, near and far, not content with things as they are,
Thinking beyond the here and now, we can slide into why and how.
Looking beyond all that we can see, thinking about what could be,
With our mind, overriding our heart, our flesh begins doing its part,
As temptations comes into play, trying to direct these feet of clay,
To stray from God’s said purpose, all provided by The Lord Jesus.
Some things in life may seem small, but, perception is not over all,
As personal wants cloud the view, of this life given to me and you;
While in our minds we may scheme; what we usually call our dream,
Almost appearing to be discontent, with the purpose, we were sent.
We then proceed, to whittle away, at that purpose, from day to day,
When we start wrestling in our mind, with daily issues of every kind,
As our eyes are taken off The Lord, His purpose, for us, is ignored.
Clouding, all that matters, in this life, as we stray from Jesus Christ.
But, God’s purpose doesn’t change, for our Lord remains the same,
Working through the life of everyone, who’s been called by His Son,
And so daily our focus needs to be, on Christ and things of Eternity,
As we live here, one day at a time, through a power which is sublime.
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We Live, Work And Play (Roundelay)
In life people play their own kind of games
call each other dear or some hurting names
and the world to its very final end
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
We live, work and sometimes joyfully play
right through the year each and every day
and secretively our own lives do bend,
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
Still we want to be honest and quite true
in all the small things that we daily do
but self centred are the time we do spend;
is in a way that no one can ever mend.
poem by Gert Strydom
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