De Profundis
Out of the dark depths
of my soul,
my love for you appears.
When it’s dark
round me,
you are the one
that brings light to my life.
Somewhere in my depths
the seed was already sown
to love you,
before I even knew you.
At times pieces
just fits together
and enhances each other
and that how it is
with you and me.
[Reference: De Profundis 'Out of the depths']
poem by Gert Strydom
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June of the heart
When winter finds its impact
and binds itself
in your depths
the blossoms are past
and the glory of summer
are long gone.
When you look into the cold
dark depths
everything there
is empty and void.
At places rain falls
in the winter
that brings new life to the cold
but these tears
do not wash away the deeper pain
and nothing ever
repairs dead love,
l’Envoi
nothing can mend
a broken bond
like it once was,
still it’s sometimes rare
that love hibernates
and with spring
rise up again
with new power and glory.
[Reference: June discussed here as in the Southern hemisphere, where it’s wintertime.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mary Magdalene
While the dark night folds around me
I wait on Thee,
who could speak
and sent the storm
back into the sea.
At times I wonder where my love
for Thee started,
or was I made with it,
that Though dark brown eyes
could know the dark depths of my heart
and could touch like no other
and could heal me
and make me completely free from all sin
and I was happy.
With every stroke that the hammer makes
against the cross of wood
and every nail that tears
right through Thy body,
I knew pain
like never before
and in my soul
the dark depths died
with Thy death
At a time even my pomegranate red lips
and round full breasts
made no impression on Thee
and Thy holiness
and unconditional love
touched deep into my heart,
so that I washed Thy feet
with ointment of nard
and in humility used my hair
to dry the feet
of the Son of God.
While the morning sun
rises red on the horizon
I wait on Thee,
to come back to this earth
as king and supreme Lord.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Real Depths Of Love We Do Not Know (Roundelay)
In the morning we are awakening
to the rising sun as a shining thing,
during the year seasons come and they go;
while the real depths of love we do not know.
From a baby’s first inquiring small cry,
until the very day that we do die
endlessly rivers to the sea do flow;
while the real depths of love we do not know.
From the very act of our own creation
to sin our parents had an invitation
and by his own death God did his love show,
while the real depths of love we do not know.
We teach each child, our own daughter and son,
the principles of love until we are gone,
while the wind eternally dies and blow;
while the real depths of love we do not know.
poem by Gert Strydom
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For Him I Know Not: Viii
i never really explored
the depths of this soul
that people talk so much of
but when your eyes first met mine
and the lashes moved on their own
in disbelief if it's all for real
that nth part of a wink
i knew what eternity is all about
in that eternity i dived
deep into those unknown depths
ever since
i've been waiting at those
invisible depths...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Out of the depths, O Lord, out of the depths,' begins the most beautiful of the services of our church, and it is out of the depths of my life that I must bring the incidents of this story.
quote by Hall Caine
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What Is There Written In The Depths Deep Therein?
Who has the courage
to look into the depths?
Of their own immortal soul
to read what is written there?
How often across the scores of years
the same sentiments keep reoccurring!
How often have you heard?
‘I do not want you to see the truth
To see too far into the depths of my soul’
It seems only a few dare
look into their own souls!
To see what is there written
in the depths deep therein!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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People who comprehend a thing to its very depths rarely stay faithful to it forever. For they have brought its depths into the light of day: and in the depths there is always much that is unpleasant to see.
Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human
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My Heart Is Like An Ocean
my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
with strange, dark, mysterious things
hidden in the depths
as men get lost at see
so does the rhythmic beatings of my heart
and like the waves of cold and salt wash over the sandy beaches
so of waves of sorrow and despair wash over my cold lifeless heart
my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
an as little creatures slowly eat away at the depths
so do my secrets, hopes and desires, eat away at he depths of my heart
poem by Zooey Lichty
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About Some Things Unseen (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
In loving each other we sow our seed,
in passion kiss
while we wish for some greater happiness,
in joy's great bliss
and then suddenly some life comes from us
and we know this
binds us each to each and to a own child,
our joy and pride runs extremely wild.
From our very birth we learn about love;
feelings within
at times comes forward from the very dark,
they are unseen
but alive they jump, breathe, roar, run and thrill;
they are quite keen
to set a mark on each single life
they materialize in love and strive.
Still the depths of some selfless love remain
a mystery
while we create like the divine some new life,
we are set free
to love or hate, to do right or wrong in
integrity
or in the evil, we strive on our own,
or we try to reach beyond the unknown.
[Reference: 'Mystery' by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Two people she had been to me
Two people she had been to me
the only full of love who were true and laughed with me,
who every time that she looked at me, every time
brought my depths to fiery passion and free
gave her love to me and you
the other one who waited
to wound, who yearned for catastrophe
and got joy from my pain
who broke the glass of every mirror
till I could only wonder
who it was that was with me?
and if it’s you or her and rather leave
me without the two playing a game of doubles
making my life joyous, hurting me into the depths of hell.
[Reference: Dubbelspel (Doubles) by Ingrid Jonker.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love Spill
I plied the wine dark waters of the world
whose depths carry all the unknown
holding tightly to my cargo of dreamstuff
fearing pirates but moreso being alone
I saw around me other ships take harbor
some sank against the rocks along the way
still others fled free holding trust together
I myself was still adrift upon the waves
I knew I could not wander forever on the sea
or tread the troubled waters with any haste
So in the depths of my heart sprang a crack
and leaked out love like radioactive waste
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I Am On The Edge Of My Own Universe
I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY OWN UNIVERSE
I am on the edge of my own universe
Not going higher
About to fall-
Drawn back into the depths of the depths of the depths
Of my own deadly despair.
I am on the edge of life with others-
One small step across
And I am there -
The wide worlds open before me
The sky all light
Nothing in my way-
And I move freely
From where I am
To where I will be next
Happy in mind
Unable to fall-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The sea and I
I ride on a little ship round which the storm foams
with the sea trying with green fingers
to drag me down to its depths.
Still I bob up and down
while many bolts of lightning fall around me
and I see myself mirrored
in the mighty water
folding around me
and in unfathomable depths
I see my spirit
struggling on without boundaries,
interminable of what destiny determines
and it is ready to survive
and bonded in friendship until death.
[Reference: Les Fleurs du Mal: Man and the sea by Charles Pierre Baudelaire.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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At times when I wonder
At times when I wonder
about the great beauty of the sunset,
when the magic colours that are hanging in the clouds,
suddenly catches me unexpectedly
when the very presence of God is almost palpable
during the twilight,
when stars reach into the depths of the soul,
then life becomes an adventure;
it's almost as if I can count the stars one by one
where they sit on the dome of night like pieces of hail,
then there's a message that all of nature does tell,
as if it does possess pieces of God's love.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I did not truly know the depths of love (sonnet)
I did not truly know the depths of love
until I met you, did not really know
of something that is at times selfless
until the day you came into my life
with sunshine in your smile,
a kind of gentleness that is caring
and now with strange bliss in each kiss
it's as if suddenly I am waking,
I am arising in a different world
that is full of goodness, a very special place
where I find peace and the depths of tranquility
as constantly you are true, are sincere without a guise
and to your feelings there come no change
while the days in your company passes far too quickly.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Depths Of Hell
Angels coming from above
Take the essence of his love
Challengers call him from al around
Demons coming from the ground
Battles won and nothing gained
Feel the pain
Feel the shock
From the depths of hell
Darkness dwelling in his soul
True damnation no control
Shattered pieces of his past
Broken dreams among the dead
When the smoke clears he will arise
Feel the pain
Feel the shock
From the depths of hell
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Depths
Down in the depths of the great blue sea.
I drown in sorow and boundless selfpity.
Ghosts of the past haunt so eriely.
Ever time I near the surface,
demons down below grab with ill purpose.
To beat and plunder what hope is left,
I now drown here in these hopless depths
I wander through to ry and find my way.
To a new life a brighter better day.
On and on the journey goes,
continually stepping on others toes.
Every time I learn a lesson a trapis sprung,
I start regrettin.
Drowning in these horrid depths.
Please save my soul it's close to death.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Serpent Is Rising
Written by john curulewski, chuck lofrano
Lead vocals by john curulewski
In the abyss of space
From the center of time
A superman race
Moves the serpent to climb
The journey has lasted
Seven ages or more
Life after life
Must pass through the door
The secret revealed
When you leave your cave
Is a glory of thunder
And life from the grave
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The people have massed
In the center of town
We drink from a glass
And the world turns around
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
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At The Surface Of These All.....
it is nice at the top
there is more fun in there
at the surface one sees
sun and landscapes of
plains and trees and houses and
trains and
roads,
at night, it is a city of
glittering diamonds
and you are on top of this
situation
it is nice swimming at the surface
seeing the rest enjoying their splash of
days
but it gets lonely
sometimes, at first, then most of the times
the nights are like clinging hands
pulling you down to
some depths of your
kept oceans
showing you the dark side
of your existence
the most silent part of it
this one
tells you the truth
and speaks straight to you
without
the flowers of
euphemistic living
you are plunged into a vast silence of the
deepest part in you
and you take all the risk
that somehow because of too much pressure
you break down into
pieces of
broken stars
porcelain, glass, cracking
and this inability to join the pieces together
makes you
incomplete again into the emptiness of your
being
what i hear is sighs in the depths like
some kind of
whales communicating that there is something greater
down there
rather than the top the surface which may offer you
a loud life laughing
but then deep inside their is this wailing and mourning
as though someone so well loved
has just passed away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At the fountain in the ranges
Something stirred below the water
of a pool,
where a fountain splashes in.
There was no wind
and the long grass was motionless
and the branches of a sugar bush,
hanged somewhat protecting
over the pool
It was early morning
and the pool was still dark
and in its depths,
there were black spots
that stirred ominously.
When the day got brighter
a sunbird came to drink water
and looked time after time,
at its image on the water.
.
There were water beetles
that played in circles
and tadpoles, .
swimming up and down
and a dragonfly hanged suspended
above the water
Life was trapped for a moment
and out of the depths
a predatory fish appeared
and when the dragonfly touched the water,
it disappeared into the bill of the fish
and into the depths.
poem by Gert Strydom
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